Two Realms: I use martial arts to ask for longevity

Chapter 102 It’s better to be a centurion than a scholar
"it is good."

There were three or two shouts from the front.

On the ground covered with a thin layer of fine snow, people immediately gathered around, and a faint old hoarse voice came out.

"Talking about the ups and downs of the country, the shadows of swords, and the many legends of heroes...

What I’m talking about today is not about gods and ghosts, nor about talented men and beautiful women, but about a heroic man who has recently appeared in Qingyang City, who can eliminate three evils with one sword, and beacon fire and peace man..."

"Okay, I like to hear this. Could it be that the old gentleman is talking about Zhou Mowen, who has become famous recently?"

"What Zhou Mowen? The story of killing three evils with one sword, isn't it the story of the Lin family enshrining Zhou Ping'an, Mr. Zhou? This man is young and weak, both civil and military. I heard that even the third lady of the Lin family of Baoyaofang, hearing of his reputation, personally Please ask for advice sooner or later..."

"Brother, I don't know. You are not a member of the Chen family. It's no wonder that you don't know the poems written by Zhou Ping'an. One poem, "If your head is full of mountain flowers, don't ask where the slave is," suppressed all the talented people in Qingyang. In one fell swoop, he won the favor of the young courtesan of Huanhua Courtesan, and thus was invited to the scene as a guest, and hey that night... By the way, that day..."

Next to him was a young man dressed as a scholar who liked to show off, and he immediately told the news he had heard.

It caused awe from all around.

"Xisuo, Xisuo..."

"This is good, this is good, I just like to hear [Ping'an Lang's words are shocking to the world, Huanhualou Three Plays Asking the Immortal Qin], why not listen to the old gentleman explain it in detail."

The atmosphere around was even more lively.

Although there was a cold spring last night and a light snowfall, and there was still a slight drizzle outside the teahouse, it was indeed a bit damp and cold, but it could not quell the gossips of the people passing by.

No matter which era or place.

The glint of swords and the fragrance of red sleeves are undoubtedly things that everyone likes to see.

In particular, the story told this time did not happen in a distant era, but happened right around us, which makes people feel very immersed in it.

Just by simply chanting the three words "Ping An Lang", I felt my whole body excited and even my body was heating up.

he can.

Maybe I can too.

They are all fellow villagers, so proud of them.

The storyteller, the white-bearded old man, swung his folding fan, grabbed the wake wood on the table and knocked it hard, "That guest officer, Zhou Mowen, this nickname has become obsolete. Since last night, Mr. Li Yuankang, Mr. Li, and Mr. Zhang Yuanfang, Mr. Zhang, Prince Wang Qing, After the others gathered around the fire to talk at night, drank wine and recited poems, Zhou Ping'an composed another poem that will be handed down from generation to generation. It can be said that one poem can overwhelm all the poets, and he will not be a scholar at all."

"call out……"

There was a gasping sound from all around.

Although most of these people don't understand poems or words, you can tell from just one sentence of the storyteller that the poem Mr. Zhou composed this time must be extraordinary.

otherwise.

How can I use the description "one poem can overwhelm all the poets, but I am not a good scholar".

In other words, what kind of poetry can make people stop reading it? It is simply ridiculous.

[Being a farmer in the morning and ascending to the Emperor's Hall in the evening] Why? Studying.

The book has its own house of gold, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu.

In this world, although no one shouts it out so bluntly.

However, the glory of studying, becoming an official, and serving as an official has long been engraved in everyone's genes.

After hearing what the old storyteller said, many people immediately didn't believe it.

However, since the other party said it, Li Yuankang, the son of the county's distinguished family, and the Zhang family, Wang family and other nobles witnessed the birth of this poem, presumably, it is not a lie.

"I have heard about this matter, and I also asked my classmates to copy a poem written by Pian Lang at that time. The poem is called "Joining the Army". When I saw it at that time, my blood boiled, and I wanted to write and join the army, and ride on my horse to kill. enemy."

A middle-aged scholar next to him shook his head and took out a piece of paper from his arms, unfolding it carefully, his eyes filled with wonder.

"Haha, Mr. Tong, you should give up this idea. You have been hungry for two meals in the past three days and have no body. How can you be a soldier? You might as well teach the little kid well. Next year, you can teach a scholar. , it can be said that I will never be hungry again.”

"Go! Go! Go……"

The middle-aged scholar had a slightly embarrassed look on his face. Normally, he would probably have become angry from embarrassment.

However, at this time, he didn't care at all and seemed extremely patient.

Because he had just received three taels of silver in his arms, and he still felt a little warm at this time.

All that needs to be done is to recite a poem and perform a few scenes.

How simple.

However, with these three taels of silver, the wife and children at home can be protected from cold and hunger, which is really an excellent business.

Spring seems to be coming later this year.

The cold wave also goes later.

Especially last year, after a severe drought, there was heavy snow, and the food harvest was poor. Many people lived with their belts tightened, and just surviving was pretty good.

However, the Red Lotus Thieves broke out again outside the city.

In the city, there are even more chaotic scenes. Every morning when you wake up, some corpses are transported outside the city on carts and thrown into mass graves, which makes people feel chilly.

That's why this "light" job is so rare.

Think about this.

The middle-aged scholar drank a cup of hot tea, looked at the poem he had copied in his arms, and read aloud:
"The beacon light shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy in my heart.

Yazhang resigned from Fengque and rode around Dragon City.

The snow is dark withered and the flag is painted, and the wind is full of jumbled drums.

It is better to be a centurion than a scholar. "

As the middle-aged scholar read out the poem in a clear and clear tone, he was calm and steady.

The teahouse suddenly fell into silence.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of soft shouts... Someone heard the wonderful point, opened his clothes and shouted, "Store, bring the wine, this tea is too unsatisfactory, wait until the Red Lotus Thieves come to attack the city again, Humou went up and chopped off a few heads with a butcher's knife."

"Every scholar has such lofty ideals. We warriors cannot let them underestimate us. I will break the red lotus and kill the evil bandits. Today, I will join the army. I hope that one day I can send my army north and go to the Dragon Court in the desert." Last time, I was granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households."

"Good ambition."

"Snapped……"

Xingmu knocked again, and the storyteller spoke up, "Today, I'm going to talk about how this "Zhou Fenghuo" killed three evil men with one blow. The story started from that night when the Lin family was attacked..."

……

"This is already the seventh house I've passed by. It's too much."

I heard that more and more people were crowding around the roadside teahouse, suppressing the recent depression and chaos in the city.

Zhou Ping'an's old face felt slightly hot.

This was the first time he heard someone praise himself so much.

Moreover, he also knew that it was done by the people around him.

Miss Lin San pursed her lips and smiled slightly, her eyebrows slightly curved, as if she was happy to see Zhou Pingan in such embarrassment.

"Aren't you trying to gain momentum? You are doing everything you can. Besides, even if you are flattering, you are not hurting anyone, let alone telling lies. You, Zhou Fenghuo, are indeed both civil and military."

As he spoke, Lin Huaiyu couldn't help laughing.

"I agreed in advance that this poem was really not written by me, but by Yang Jiong, a down-and-out scholar I met by chance. I heard about it and copied it.

Also, the poem "Businessman" that day was written by Yan Rui. I just have a good memory and am a porter of poems, not a great talent. Think about it, I am a poor man from a humble background, and I have not even read the classics. How could I have such a literary talent? "

Zhou Ping'an felt deeply ashamed when he saw the look of reverence quietly appearing in Miss Lin San's eyes for some time.

He really didn't want to copy the poem.

As a result, it ended up like this, no matter how I explained it, no one listened.

You can't tell me that you were born in another world, that would be a mistake.

Fortunately, in this world, the capital of the Yu Dynasty is west of the capital, named Wangjing, also known as Xijing.

The desert barbarians, however, were ferocious and good at fighting. They immediately started a family and lived in pursuit of water and grass. Surprisingly, they also established the Black Dragon Court.

Therefore, it makes sense to call the capital of the barbarian country "Dragon City".

Otherwise, it would be really hard for him to explain, where exactly are "Xijing" and "Dragon City"?
"Just make it up..."

Lin Huaiyu nodded.

I thought to myself, this guy is good at everything, but he is too low-key.

It's also a little too mature.

The vitality and enthusiasm of young people are completely gone.

If it were any other talented person.

To be able to write poems of this level that can be handed down from generation to generation would be a shame.

But on the contrary, he is very humble and doesn't think he is anything great...

'This may be because he is a humble gentleman, as gentle as jade. '

Thinking of this, Lin Huaiyu sighed for a moment.

In fact, if I had not heard it with my own ears, he taught Xiao Jiuer the art of calculation and rhyme, I would almost not be able to help but believe it.

Not to mention his excellent talent in martial arts, he compares himself to the genius who has become famous all over Jiangzhou since he was fourteen years old.

In terms of literature, it is by no means as he said, just a rough understanding of words.

If such a wide range of talents and knowledge can only be regarded as a rough knowledge, then what kind of exams and officials should the literati in the world take?

Just go back and study hard for another ten years.

See the look on the third lady’s face.

Zhou Pingan knew that what he just said was actually in vain.

I couldn't help but feel helpless.

That's it.

If you take something away without telling anyone, it's called stealing, but if you tell it widely and others don't believe it, there's nothing you can do about it, so it's not considered stealing.

At most, we can return to the modern world, give the two great ancient poets a few more sticks of incense, and give each of them a sin.

I hope they know enough to understand.

I don’t want to get too entangled in this topic.

Zhou Ping'an smiled and said: "This time the Lin family has made a name for me, no doubt from behind the scenes to the front. Will it have a bad impact on our medicine collection plan?"

He discovered that since Lin Huaiyu knew the importance of "gaining momentum", he immediately spared no effort to order all his men to start building momentum.

He even found military books and tactics, as well as the assessment materials of the martial arts examinations of the past dynasties, from childhood students to martial arts champions, and came back to study them.

That's all.

He even squandered a lot of money lavishly.

Inviting some "actors", storytellers, singers, and trustees, in just two or three days, the tragedy of Wei Tian Shouyi's death in Qingyangcheng County was turned into gossip spread by the whole people. of a comedy.

Judging from Lin Huaiyu's previous personality, it would have been impossible to do such a feat.

All I can say is that she tried her best.

(End of this chapter)