Master National Teacher is motionless

Chapter 50 Poems
dusk.

Chonghua Academy, in the meditation courtyard, in one of the small courtyards.

Candles were burning brightly inside the house, bookshelves were everywhere, poems were hung on the walls, and paper, ink, pens and inkstones were placed on the table.

No matter how you look at it, this place is not like a house for martial arts practitioners, but a study for scholars.

At this time, a young man was standing behind the table, his eyes were slightly lowered, looking at the rice paper on which half a poem was inscribed on the table, and he was holding a big black nanmu writing brush with ink on the tip between his fingers. Did not put pen to paper.

Next to the paper, there is a copy of "Chongyuan Poems".

However, what is strange is that this young man is about nine feet tall, looks like a hulking back, and has an extremely burly figure, but he is wearing a scholar's blouse, a scholar's hair bun, and an elegant scholar's scarf. There is also a touch of bookishness in the room, which looks quite weird.

After hanging the pen for a while, the young man slowly put down the brush, shook his head slightly, and sighed: "I finally brewed some poetry, and this distraction is gone."

Lin Lan was a little speechless.

These people who like to write poems can't write poems by themselves. Why do they all have the same reason?
The Pavilion Master Jijiuyue used this reason before, and this Mo Jinhuan, who looked like he should be a fierce general, said the same thing now?

"Sorry for the wait."

Mo Jinhuan put down the brush, turned to look at Lin Lan, looked at him for a while, and said, "I just heard you say, your name is Lin Lan?"

Before coming, Lin Lan purposely restrained his tranquility, and immediately cupped his hands slightly and said, "It's the student."

"I seem to have heard this name somewhere..." Mo Jinhuan couldn't help showing a hint of thought.

Lin Lan said, "I just entered school recently."

Mo Jinhuan glanced at him and said, "I know you are the prodigy who entered the palace recently, I just said that your name sounds familiar, and my mother seems to have mentioned it..."

Having said that, he shook his head slightly and asked, "What's the matter?"

Lin Lan didn't make any detours, and said straight to the point: "I came to visit this time to ask Mo Jiaoyu, would you like to teach students "Only My True Body"?"

"Aren't you a master of swordsmanship?" Mo Jinhuan asked suspiciously, "You are a good swordsman, reciting poems, drinking wine and practicing swordsmanship. Isn't that chic? Why do you learn the supernatural powers of a reckless man like "Only My True Body"?"

Fan Qingyao next to her couldn't help laughing.

This Mo Jinhuan is obviously the son of the commander of the Fengtian Army 'Taishi Yan'. He was born in the general family and can be called a young commander, but he actually thinks that his father's supernatural powers and his grandfather's proud supernatural powers are reckless supernatural powers. ?
However, looking at the young marshal's study and scholar's attire, it is understandable that he doesn't like wielding knives and guns, but prefers pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Moreover, this Mo Jiaoyu, as the only son of Taishi Yan, did not take his father's surname, but his mother's surname Mo, which is indeed quite rebellious.

"For personal reasons, it's inconvenient to say more." Lin Lan shook her head lightly.

Mo Jinhuan glanced at him and said: "It's not that I don't want to. You and I are from the same school. If you have other supernatural powers, it's okay to pass them on to you, but this "Only My True Body" supernatural power is different, and my father has already established rules. , Those who want to learn this kind of supernatural power must serve in the Fengtian Army for a year before they can teach it, even I am no exception, if the father commander insists on me learning, I don't want to learn this kind of reckless ability at all."

"I don't have time to serve at the moment."

Lin Lan frowned, and then asked: "Is there really no other way? If Mo Jiaoyu is willing to teach supernatural powers, he can make his own conditions. If I accept it, I will agree without regretting it."

Mo Jinhuan shook his head and said, "This is the rule, and there is nothing I can do about it."

As he said that, he casually looked at Lin Lan again, "Besides, I don't have any conditions to mention. The most important thing on you is the sword sharpening stone left by the sword master, right? But for someone like me who doesn't know the way of sword Say, but it's useless."

"Is there really no room?" Lin Lan asked.

When Mo Jinhuan heard the words, he was a little unhappy, and frowned slightly: "I said, this is the rule, how can I break it at will?"

After finishing speaking, he picked up the writing brush again, stared at the rice paper on the table, and said lightly: "Mr. Lin's visit at this time has already ruined the poetic flavor of my inscriptions and disturbed my elegance. For the sake of my classmates, I don't care about it, but please don't mention it again, if you want to talk about poetry and articles with me, you are welcome at any time, but let's avoid these things."

Fan Qingyao was a little displeased, and couldn't help but said: "Mo Jiaoyu, as a martial arts teacher, you shouldn't be teaching poetry and writing to students, right?"

But Mo Jinhuan glanced at her and said: "Student Fan, if you have any dissatisfaction, you can go to the Jiancheng or Jijiu to sue me at any time, and withdraw my instruction. If it can be done, I would like to thank you , I didn’t volunteer to be the teacher.”

Fan Qingyao was speechless.

"If you have nothing else to do, please come back." Mo Jinhuan began to see off the guests.

But Lin Lan looked at the half poem written on the rice paper on the table without saying a word, and suddenly said: "Mo Jiaoyu, if I read it correctly, this should be the poem of the first generation of the national teacher, right? How did it change?" Has it become Mo Jiaoyu's poem?"

"Ok?"

Mo Jinhuan glanced at him, and couldn't help saying in surprise: "You actually know that this is the poem written by the first national teacher?"

"The luminous cup of wine and wine, if you want to drink the pipa, please remind me immediately."

Lin Lan read the half of the poems on the rice paper softly, then nodded slightly, "Of course I remember these poems that are famous enough to be passed down through the ages."

"Don't talk big." Mo Jinhuan stared at Lin Lan, "This is a poem that was lost when Chonghua was burned 360 years ago. I have collected it for a long time, but it is only in a book of mountain travels. It’s just a half tie found on the Internet, but you actually recognize it?”

Lin Lan didn't say much, just said softly: "Xiaquan is... Jun Moxiao, drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

Mo Jinhuan was slightly startled at first, and repeated these two sentences several times, and then read the upper and lower lines together several times, then his eyes lit up, and he quickly picked up the pen to write, and wrote down the next line on the paper.

Immediately, he stepped back half a step, and re-appreciated the complete poem, and couldn't help looking at it again and again with great joy.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! At the beginning, when I saw the word 'immediately' in the upper column of this poem, I had a vague feeling that the upper column was expressing the banquet before the expedition. When I saw the lower column at this time, it was as it should be. The poetic scene and poetic flavor are natural, is it really Xiawei?"

Mo Jinhuan recited it again joyfully, then turned to look at Lin Lan, then arched his hands, made a deep bow on the spot, and said with some shame: "Brother Lin, your words just now were a bit rude, and you still I hope you don't care about it."

Fan Qingyao, who was next to him, was a little stunned when he bent over and bowed like a burly man in his early two meters.

"Mo Jiaoyu."

Lin Lan had expected it a long time ago, so she was naturally not surprised. She just said, "The two lines I said, do you think they are the last part of this poem?"

"Yes, of course." Mo Jinhuan nodded immediately.

He didn't believe that Lin Lan made the lower column by himself on the spot after just one glance. Even if it was true, a person with such poetic talent deserves his gift.

"I don't know..." Mo Jinhuan hesitated for a moment, and said, "Where did Brother Lin read this poem?"

Lin Lan casually said, "I just saw it in an unknown ancient book by accident."

Mo Jinhuan was stunned for a moment, and looked at Lin Lan speechlessly, as if written on his face, "Can you make it even more fake?" '

However, he still has something to ask for, so naturally he will not expose it and ask questions, he just coughed and said: "I wonder if the ancient book that brother Lin got can be lent to the next one?"

Lin Lan said directly: "I accidentally burned it."

Mo Jinhuan was speechless for a while again, obviously he did not believe Lin Lan's words at all, but what could he do?

He coughed again and asked, "May I ask Brother Lin, how many poems by Master Shengshi are there in that burned ancient book?"

Lin Lan said: "I didn't count, there should be quite a lot."

"A lot?"

Mo Jinhuan was stunned.

Now he was absolutely sure that Lin Lan was talking nonsense.

Any poem by Master Shengshi is enough to be compiled into a volume, attracting comments and interpretations from many experts in the literary world, and a book that can record many poems, I don’t know how thick it should be, and how could it be obtained by accident? Yes, accidentally burned it?

"Brother Lin, I have a merciless request."

Mo Jinhuan looked at Lin Lan sincerely, "I have admired the peerless poets like Master Shengshi for a long time, and I have loved the poems of this poet saint since I was a child. It is a pity that in the past 800 years, I have experienced too many disasters in Dayu, which caused me to be unhappy. A few famous poems have been lost, so I have collected them everywhere, but unfortunately most of the poems are incomplete, and only some famous lines have been handed down."

He sighed and said: "Although I want to complete it beyond my control, but my talent is limited. If I want to complete it, no one in the world will be able to do it. Fortunately, God blesses the literary world of Dayu, and Brother Lin remembers these amazing things. poetry."

Speaking of this, Mo Jinhuan hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I wonder if Brother Lin can help me complete these poems? Don't worry, you only need to dictate, and I promise that it won't take too much time for Brother Lin."

"Small things, of course no problem." Lin Lan immediately agreed.

"Really?" Mo Jinhuan was ecstatic.

"Naturally." Lin Lan nodded, and then sighed: "It's just that my memory is not very good, and I can't remember clearly."

"Can't remember?"

Mo Jinhuan glanced at Lin Lan, no matter what he looked at, he didn't look like someone with a bad memory, which meant...

Immediately, he coughed, and said: "My family's supernatural power "Only My True Body" can strengthen your body, and use it to feed back the Huifu. It is very powerful, why don't you give it a try, Brother Lin?"

(End of this chapter)