The sun was setting in the west and the afterglow was mild. Young Master Luo held a wine pot in his hand and spoke a stream of witty words as he chatted. He talked about how he did not consider the pros and cons in the face of righteousness and how he did not see defeat in the eyes of others. He talked about how common people would be relieved when they saw that there was nothing in front of them, but they did not know that kung fu was only an accident. Even Hsu Fengnian, an outsider, listened with great interest and felt that his tackiness had suddenly lessened.
Not to mention the two young ladies who were already secretly in love with Young Master Luo. They wished that they could snuggle up to him or simply go to the bed and listen to his teachings. Several old scholars also nodded their heads repeatedly. It was obvious that they had a good impression of this Luo family disciple, not just because he was surnamed Luo. Just like when they met the horse thieves, this person pulled out his sword to fight off the enemy before his retainers. What an outstanding and elegant scholar. He would definitely not be a promising future. With Young Master Luo acting as the go-between, the atmosphere was warm. A gifted scholar improvised a poem while the woman surnamed Su played the bamboo flute leisurely. The rest of the young men and women either clapped their hands in agreement or beat the dried twigs to make light drums. It was a joyous and harmonious atmosphere.
Old Scholar Luo, who was wearing a scholar's green robe and a jade hanging from his waist, looked into the distance and sighed with emotion, "How big of a mind can a frog at the bottom of a well look at the sky at the mouth of the well? Looking into the distance, the world is vast and the heart's eye is also opened. So you young people should take advantage of your better health to go out and walk around. I followed my family to the north and along the way there was chaos and turmoil. I was displaced and became a common person. Only then did I understand the suffering and difficulties of the common people. So when we arrived at Beimang, I think that our group of old scholars, on the whole, is much less romantic and more humane than those scholars who stayed in the Central Plains. Our children also lack the unsuitable loftiness of many scholars. "
Hsu Fengnian twisted his two fingers and gently broke off a dried twig. He threw it into the bonfire and nodded with a smile, "Old Master Luo's words are very reasonable."
The old scholar, whose family background was one of the best in the Southern Dynasties of Beimang, withdrew his gaze and looked at the good-tempered young man. He laughed in a low voice, "Little Brother Xu, Luo Changhe and the other scholars, although they are rude and don't have a good expression, in fact, they don't have any bad feelings towards you. It's just that when they met the horse thieves, an outsider who took the limelight, they were unable to turn around and put their faces down. I've been through this. When I was young of jealousy, I was too jealous of them................................... of..................................................................... . It's fate that brought us together. When we return to Gu Sai State in the future, if you encounter any difficulties, I can guarantee that they will definitely say a few words for you if they bump into you. But most likely, they won't show up and tell you that it was I who helped you. "
Hsu Fengnian nodded. Although the old scholar beside him was a noble and famous scholar, he was willing to hang out with him, a son of a concubine from a family that was not worth mentioning. This was enough to explain a lot of things. This old man was experienced in the ways of the world and was familiar with people's hearts. What he said was the truth with reason and evidence. The old scholar laughed. He rummaged around and finally found a clean porcelain bowl from his bag. He handed it to Hsu Fengnian and asked, "We just met by chance. Can we have a drink?"
Hsu Fengnian squinted his eyes and smiled, "One cup is too little. As long as there is enough wine, a few bowls will do."
The old scholar pretended to protect the deerskin wine bag that was only half empty. He pretended to be angry and said, "I can't drink more than a few bowls."
Hsu Fengnian smiled helplessly and said, "When we arrive in the city tomorrow, I'll just give you a good bag of wine."
Two old men who were five or six years younger than Old Scholar Luo took advantage of the situation and laughed heartily, "Little brother, you can't favor one and discriminate against the other." "That's reasonable."
Hsu Fengnian promised and agreed. He didn't know when the custom of composing a poem after drinking a bowl of wine had been established. After a round of drinking, even Hsu Fengnian's side could not escape. Even the five or six retainers sitting around the bonfire also coyly spouted out a few vulgar slang words. They couldn't be counted as five or seven words, but when they came from the mouths of men, there was a bit of a rough frontier atmosphere. It couldn't be said that they were deliberately trying to embarrass Hsu Fengnian, an outsider. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, it was Hsu Fengnian's turn. The old scholar surnamed Luo helped pour a bowl of wine and reminded him with a smile, "You can't talk about the palace and ruin the mood by composing a poem. You also can't recite the poems of the great poets. As long as it's your own, you can just make it up."
Hsu Fengnian didn't know why, but he remembered several waterfalls on Mount Hui and Mount Jiuhua in Wudang, as well as watching the tide by the Guangling River. He remembered many old friends and stories. He downed a bowl of strong wine in one gulp. He asked for a chopstick and lightly tapped the edge of the bowl. With a "ding dong" sound, he looked at the bonfire and said softly, "The waterfall of the lotus is covered in smoke, the waterfall of the bull is thunderous. Only the waterfall of Jiuhua is not strange in the waterfall's spine, like a celestial being lying sideways on a large mound. Its power can stretch out ninety-four thousand feet, like the Flying Immortal of Dunhuang. Releasing the Nine Paths of the Green Sky Milky Way, just like the old general's hair on his temples. "
The young men and women who thought this guy was going to make a fool of himself were stunned for a moment and then looked at each other. Most of them were familiar with poetry and books and knew that this was just the beginning. Luo Changhe and the woman surnamed Su both frowned and thought carefully about the meaning. The old scholars beside Hsu Fengnian didn't think so much, but Old Scholar Luo followed the boy's example. He lightly slapped his thigh and drank a mouthful of wine with narrowed eyes.
"I came at the time of splashing ink and rain, the two cliffs were tight and the wind was furious. The cloud waves rose and surged ten thousand feet, the flood washed away the traveler's path … I once watched the tide and the waterfall, under the waterfall stood a white deer. In a split second, man and deer looked at each other. Southern Tang, Eastern Yue, or Western Shu? After that, there was an old monk leading the deer away, and then there was the deer turning around and laughing … When I finished speaking, the moon set in the west, the mountains and waters were boundless. I only felt the smoke under the stone bridge, the thunder rumbled, carrying the spring and autumn wind and the bitter rain, mighty and mighty like the river. "
This poem that had just been blurted out was probably too unconventional, making it impossible for people to comment on its quality. They only felt that there was air in their chest that couldn't be released, like the thousand-layer waterfall pouring down and piling up and echoing in the deep pool.
Finally, a scholar couldn't help but say softly, "Is this a poem or a poem? It's neither a donkey nor a horse, it's not particular at all. "
Another scholar asked carefully, "There's no physique at all, but there's still some meaning, right?"
Perhaps Old Master Luo was holding the bowl unsteadily, some wine splashed on his hand. He unconsciously stroked his beard, wetting his grey beard. He didn't care about these details, he and the other two old scholars looked at each other and smiled. Their eyes were full of sincere appreciation.
After returning from three years of traveling, he asked for a bowl of wine at the wine shop at the city gate. He told the waiter to serve the wine and then fell asleep. Later on, he carried the bowl and walked in the Martial Emperor City, and today, under the night sky of the prairie, he knocked the bowl and sang softly. Hsu Fengnian felt as if a lifetime had passed. He was in a daze, lost in thought, and didn't hear the words of those young masters and misses. The short saber Springtime Thunder lying quietly on his lap was trembling incessantly. He didn't know if the old man wearing the sheepskin fur coat was referring to this concept when he said that in the scabbard, one cry would soar to the ninth heaven.
The old Confucian scholar seemed to want to make a judgment. He laughed in a deep voice and said, "I write with my hand, I speak with my mouth, I think with my mouth, how can I be bound by the poems of the predecessors? Xiao Xiongdi, do you have a name for your poem? "
Hsu Fengnian came back to his senses and blushed with shame. He said, "I came up with an idea on the spur of the moment, I don't have one yet."
An old scholar drank a mouthful of wine and smacked his lips. He sighed and said, "Why don't you call it the Waterfall Breathing Song? It can teach our generation's scribes, who are like flies and dogs, to also produce a few pounds of awe-inspiring righteousness."
Hsu Fengnian shook his head and said, "The name is too big, I really don't dare to accept it."
The other bonfires felt a little awkward and left one after another. They either went for a walk under the moon or went back to their tents to rest. Only Luo Changhe and the woman surnamed Su stood up and sat down. Luo Changhe laughed softly and said, "Young Master Xu's breadth of mind is as wide as the hills and valleys, I admit that I'm not as good as you."
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