Longevity starts from Liaozhai

Chapter 66 Reverberation
After Lan Cao sang, the hall was silent for a while.As for Lan Cao who had finished singing the four poems, his eyes were even more brilliant.

If the first poem is like an exquisite appetizer, if you don't feel particularly surprised after eating it, and you don't have any expectations, then Qin Chuan will follow one after another, pushing the atmosphere of the poetry meeting to a climax with his own power.

Lan Cao, who sang four poems in a row, seemed to have personally participated in such a major event.

"The pine wind blows the belt...the fisherman's song enters Pushen", she involuntarily approached Qin Chuan, but quickly stopped, clamped her legs, and the poetic feeling was rippling in her body, and soon she couldn't tell whether it was poetic or...

She bit her lip, silently chewing every word just now, with endless aftertaste.

How can he do so well.

It's like a country boy who came to a magnificent mansion and faced a group of wealthy children. First, he showed his talent and learning, which made people have to look at him with admiration, and then lamented that he was underappreciated.

Do you think he wants to be appreciated?

no.

He just showed off his talent.

If you don't meet your talents, you will not meet your talents.

That's okay too.Since the bright moon knows me, the mountains, rivers, scenery and things know me, his talent does not need to be seen by others. The world, mountains, rivers, rivers, vegetation are all his bosom friends, so why should people appreciate it?
Such talent, God will appreciate and praise.Sing for the cool breeze in the mountains, and delight for the bright moon in the sky.

There are such poems, after thousands of years, the people here will all turn into loess, but today's four poems are like rivers that will not be abandoned, rolling on and on.

Huang Mingshi comforted Huang Meng before, suspecting that Qin Chuan's poems might be written by the old man behind him, but now Qin Chuan suddenly came up with four masterpieces, and one of them is better than the other, and the last two are even handed down from generation to generation .

The detached artistic conception, the free and easy attitude of not caring about everything, can't help but make people feel ashamed.

If such a famous article had been made in advance, it would have been lost in the world long ago.

Why wait until now to be born?
In the hearts of the people, it seemed that they still heard the humming of the Guangling qin. Although Qin Chuan stopped playing, the sound of the qin was like flowing water, washing away in their hearts for a long time.

The ancients said that the lingering sound lingers around the beam for three days without a break.

At this time, the sound of Guangling Qin is like this, that's it.

It was also as if the sage in the bamboo forest had been talking to Qin Chuan after thousands of years.

The two have a heart of sympathy.

The Guangling Qin sings when it meets a bosom friend in the bamboo forest, spanning a long river of time, as if a sage from the bamboo forest came here to meet Qin Chuan.

The young master wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

Qin Chuan broke the silence in the hall. He picked up Qin and smiled slightly at Lan Cao: "Miss Lan Cao."

"En." Lan Cao was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

"Thank you for your violin."

With that said, Qin Chuan left with Qin in his arms.

Floating away.

Lan Cao was still clutching the manuscript of Qin Chuan's last poem.Does he really care nothing?How could he do this.

Why didn't he stay?
Lan Cao's soul seemed to be being tortured!

That's how he went!

Qin Chuan left, taking Lan Cao's soul with him.

Half an hour later, Qin Chuan's four poems spread throughout Lingzhou City at the speed of the wind.

The head of the water melody last time was too high, too ethereal, and too immortal.

The four poems this time include those with precise structure, some with emotion about unrecognized talents, some with broad-minded life, and some with elegance and vulgarity that hit the soul directly.

The words are plain and meaningful.

A scholar from a poor family began to weep faintly.

I don't know if I lamented that I was underappreciated and became a helper.

Still feel that life should not be like this.

Under the forest spring of old age and death, perhaps happier than now.

Wealth is like floating clouds.

If such famous stories can be passed down in life, let alone Xiao Houye, it is nothing to be Zhennan Hou, after all, it is just a piece of loess.

There are rich and noble people, and their hearts are also concerned.But this year is young, and he will grow old in the future. Although he has a good life, but in the end, will anyone remember it?

Maybe there are filial descendants who can remember three generations, and what about after three generations?
Qin Chuan wrote these four poems, not to mention three generations, 300 years, 3000 years, someone will remember them.

In a world that worships ghosts and gods, death is not something to be feared, only being forgotten is the real death.

It is not unreasonable to be sought after by scholars for making meritorious deeds and standing up for the three immortals.

For the privileged group of scholars and doctors, delicacies from mountains and seas, silk and satin are just common things, and they can enjoy them at any time.

What they want is a name.

Of course, the benefits are also theirs, and no one can take them away.

Seeing Qin Chuan's back drifting away, the young master suddenly clapped the folding fan, very hard, but ignored the pain.

"Miss Lancao, these four poems don't have names yet."

Lan Cao looked vigilant, "Young Lord, this poem was made by all of us watching it with our own eyes."

Young Master: "Miss Lancao, don't misunderstand, but just now Qin Chuan wrote poetry at my invitation, didn't he?"

"Well, so what?"

Although she was afraid of the power of the young master, the poem draft in her hand was more important than anything else right now.

He hurriedly approached Lan Cao, and said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter how you write the title of the poem, but it must have my name. You can ask him for a price, and I will do as much as you want. As long as this is done, Brother Qin Xian will be the best in the future." I am a distinguished guest of Zhennan Hou Mansion."

Young Lord Hou admitted that he was a little loud when he spoke to Qin Chuan before.But that's because he was born with a loud voice!If Qin Chuan has prejudice against him because of this, and doesn't add his name, he will feel wronged.

In the hall, although the young master has the highest status, there are also a few people with high status. Seeing the young master approaching Lan Cao and whispering.

They are not stupid, they guessed a lot about what Master Hou said just now.

Shameless!
It's a shame for the honorable group.

A young man surnamed Xu approached Lan Cao and the young master, and said to Lan Cao: "Miss Lan Cao, you should remember me, Mr. Xu Ge in Beijing is my cousin, and my ancestors have always Cherish talents, teach us how to make friends with talented scholars. I have [-] acres of mulberry fields in the south of the city, which is suitable for a person like Brother Qin to live in seclusion. Can you ask Brother Qin to have a private chat with me about learning, I would like to ask him about the classics of articles righteous……"

Others also reacted, approaching Lan Cao, in short, they wanted to share the titles of four poems.

Lan Cao was speechless.

In fact, she is not familiar with Qin Chuan either.

But who would believe it?
I took away the piano, left the poem manuscript, and finally said goodbye to you alone.

You still say there is no adultery?
Since ancient times, talented scholars and beautiful ladies have been known to everyone.

You said that you have nothing to do with Qin Chuan. Just now, your face was like a rising tide. Everyone has been here. Who would believe it?

What's more, scholars are ashamed of talking about profit. This kind of thing definitely needs a middleman to settle it.

...

...

Qin Chuan was in a hurry to leave, of course there was a reason.Because in the process of writing poems and playing the piano just now, Guangling Qin inspired an unknown amount of literary energy. Some of them came from four poems, and more came from Guangling Qin. Others in the hall could not see it, but Qin Chuan could see it clearly, and it was as bright as a canopy. His splendid culture almost covers the entire Lingzhou prefecture.

The source lies in him and Guanglingqin.

Things are going badly!

He must have quickly slipped away, what if there is another unexpected change?
Take Guanglingqin away first.

Fortunately, as he got off the boat and left, the canopy aura in the sky didn't last long, and was crazily sucked into Qin Chuan's body by the evil pen.

It's just that the City God's Temple in Fucheng is full of anger, and even the judges and ghost messengers in the temple are trembling, for fear of provoking the anger of the City God.

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