Chapter 442

A man shouted, "but the ink wash and dragon brain inkstone you won at the Chongyang cultural meeting yesterday?"

"Exactly." Fang Yun said.

"It's a pity that the people who 'sent' your inkstone and pen wash are not here. If they are also there, everyone will be happy."

Many people laughed.

Fang Yun took out the dark tribute ink ingot and was about to pour water into the Dragon brain inkstone. He saw that Mo Jiao flew out of the pen wash again with a spray of water, flew over the Dragon brain inkstone and sprinkled water.

Mo Jiao flew back to the pen wash and lay lazily on the edge of the pen wash, looking at Fang Yun.

The ink Jiao is like ink painting. It is exquisite and beautiful, and has attracted the attention of many people.

Fang Yun smiled, put the tung oil fume ink ingot into the inkstone, and then grind the ink slowly.

It takes a long time to grind ink normally, but Fang Yun doesn't feel right when he puts the ink ingot in. The Dragon brain inkstone seems to have magical ability. At the moment when the ink ingot touches the inkstone, the ink ingot is lost. The less ink is quickly integrated into the water to form a moderate ink.

In the black ink, there are very subtle blood threads, which is the power contained in dragon brain inkstone.

Fang Yun spread out the white paper, covered it with thick ink with a brush, thought for a moment, and said, "I wanted to write a farewell poem, but brother Dongyun is not going to study or just stay away. More importantly, he serves the Terran and kills demons and savages! Therefore, I hope brother Dongyun can make some achievements in the battlefield!"

With that, Fang Yun slowly wrote the title: "send Chang Dongyun to the border." after writing, he began to write the text.

"Border beacon police Yusai, Jinshi guoning'an."

In the process of writing, the treasure light of war poetry appeared on the paper.

Because it was a war poem, Fang Yun's calligraphy reached a boundary, and the pen fell with a sound. Everyone heard the cry for help after the beacon fire was lit, and then there was a clear sound of horses' hoofs.

"Farewell war poems? They are either useless or not trivial." a humanitarian.

"Chang Dongyun may be blessed."

Qiao juze didn't care about war poetry, but said: "in those years, Mengtian general drove out demons and barbarians and planted elms as a barrier, so elm fortress generally refers to the border. These two sentences say that just after the beacon fire appeared at the border, Jinshi passed Ning'an city to support. Well, just two sentences show brother Dongyun's spirit of urgency, justice and righteousness."

Everyone nodded.

"Willow leaves open silver dysprosium, falling flowers shine on the jade saddle."

Another scholar commented: "The first sentence is not mentioned in the allusion of Yang Youji, but these two sentences are inverted. It should be" the silver arrow shoots through the willow leaves, and the shining saddle shines on the falling flowers when the fast horse runs. "It is clearly a military expedition, but it can write the riding and shooting so beautifully, which makes the Jinshi participating in the war more handsome and unrestrained, without the blood and cruelty of the battlefield. Let's see To a different battlefield, frontier fortress poetry, good sentences! "

Fang Yun continued to write.

"The full moon is in the shadow of the bow, and the stars enter the end of the sword."

Joe juze clapped his hands and sighed: "It's really worthy of Fang Zhenguo. He wrote a poem about flowers! The first two sentences were inverted in word order, and these two sentences were inverted in artistic conception. It was supposed to pull the bow like a full moon and the sword like stars, but he did the opposite. He wrote that because the strong man's bow was so superb, the moon became round after pulling the bow. Then he said that the sword was so powerful that the stars in the sky were thrown into the sword Wei. It's strange. Fang Yun really has a Qiqiao and exquisite heart! "

"As soon as I write this, the whole scene is like living. It's extremely beautiful, and I write the power of Jinshi to the extreme. You see, Chang Dongyun is so happy that he can't close his mouth. Anyone who is praised like this will laugh."

The people looked at it one after another. Chang Dongyun was smiling and completely forgot that he could no longer study in the Confucius palace and holy Academy in this life.

Fang Yun turned his pen and wrote the last two sentences, while Chang Dongyun's smile disappeared and then showed his gratitude.

"If you don't learn from Yan Danke, empty songs are easy to be cold."

Qiao juze sighed again and said: "This poem is really unique. In the eight sentences, except for the first two sentences, the background has to be written correctly. There are six sentences in the chin couplet, neck couplet and tail couplet. First, the word order is reversed, then the text and meaning is reversed, and finally the historical review is reversed. It is natural and reasonable! If the first two sentences are also reversed, this poem must be ranked as a 'unique poem', and the human trace of 'chicken sound, Maodian and moon' with brocade characters "Banqiao Shuang" is the same town as the country. However, I have never read the poetry of the three couplets. In addition to the "Brocade of words", Fang Yun has also created the word order, literary meaning and historical review of the "three evils", which is worthy of the name of the country! "

Chang Dongyun sighed: "No matter how subtle the first two evils are, they are just 'skills', which is a small way. But the last sentence' if you don't learn from Yan Danke, empty song is easy to water cold 'is different. This is not an ordinary warning sentence. Jing Ke assassinated Qin, which everyone praised, but these two sentences directly point to Jing Ke's poor swordsmanship. A deeper analysis of Jing Ke's failure to assassinate Qin can't be said to be perfect, but it is like morning The bell Twilight drum is a wake-up call. When I read the first few sentences, I was full of pride and confidence, but these last two sentences, like a stick, completely woke me up. "

At this time, the first battle poem and paper slowly burned.

Chang Dongyun glanced at Fang Yun with gratitude and continued: "I suddenly understand that no matter how skillful my riding skills are, no matter how natural and unrestrained I am in the battlefield, no matter how powerful my lips, guns and swords are, even if I bring the stars down to earth, if I fail, everything is just a vain bubble. This poem teaches me two principles. One is not to be arrogant and complacent, and the other is to figure out the way to kill the enemy, otherwise it will be only a failure if it is more tragic than Jing Ke."

Fang Yun nodded slightly, but he was praising the talent of King Luo Bin, one of the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty. If he only talked about poetry, he would undoubtedly surpass the early Tang Dynasty. Unfortunately, Tang poetry had not been fully developed in the early Tang Dynasty. As a pioneer, he had limitations. If he could live a hundred years later and be born at the peak of the development of Tang poetry, I don't know whether he would become the first person under Li Du.

"Unfortunately, this first battle poem has not been handed down. Only Fang Yun can use it."

"I don't know how effective this first battle poem is." Joe juze looked at the paper burning curiously.

The war poem was completely burned, and there was a scene written in the poem, which turned into little stars and rushed into Chang Dongyun's body.

Chang Dongyun was stunned, then his face showed joy, and finally closed his mouth for fear that something would fly out of his mouth.

Qiao juze was surprised and said, "is it the poem of 'connecting the stars into the sword end'? Can it enhance the sword of words? I didn't expect that in addition to pregnant sword poems and Kaifeng poems, there are Ju Ren poems that can do this? Originally, only great Confucianism can do it with small words and great meaning."

Chang Dongyun smiled without saying anything.

"Asshole, you should say something!" a good friend of Chang Dongyun was worried.

Chang Dongyun never spoke, and Fang Yun didn't care about him. He wanted to clean his pen and ink. Unexpectedly, the ink Jiao came straight. With the tail swept away, the ink on the pen disappeared, leaving a clean white pen.

Then, Mo Jiao rushed into the Dragon brain inkstone and rolled, and the ink disappeared.

"Er..." the long Mo Jiao burped, happily flew back to the pen washing and sank into the water to sleep.