Let you wander, you become a national tourism image ambassador

Chapter 185 This will be the treasure of Hanshan Temple

"The moon sets, crows cry, and frost fills the sky. Jiang Feng fishes and fires against Chou Mian. This scene is so exquisitely written. Isn't this the current scene?"

"Yes, the moon has set. I happened to hear the crow again just now. In addition, it has already entered autumn. The temperature dropped sharply in the middle of the night. It is indeed very cold. This is just a poem that describes the current situation. So accurate and poignant, Mr. Qin’s literary talent is really amazing!”

"There is also the saying "Jiang Feng Fishing Fire vs. Chou Mian". From where we are standing right now, we can see the maple trees on the riverside and the lights on both sides of the river. Plus we are also a group of sleepless people, right? This is so appropriate for the occasion."

"No, no, no, although we all have the scenery described in this poem, the sad mood in it is completely different from what we have now. We can't sleep because we are happy.

But the sleeplessness in Mr. Qin's poem is caused by sadness. The two are completely different. I don't know from what perspective Mr. Qin wrote this poem. It is really wonderful! "

"The key is the last line of the midnight bell to the passenger ship. Just as Mr. Qin wrote this line down, a burst of bells rang immediately. What a coincidence, my scalp was numb with shock just now!"

"Who says it's not the case! It's just four simple lines of poetry, but it may reach a height that others can't reach in their lifetime. Mr. Qin's literary talent is so incredible!"

"I am a rough person and don't understand poetry very well. On the contrary, I was shocked by Mr. Qin's physical strength. He was holding a steel chisel as if he were holding a brush to write poems on a stone tablet. This was the only time I had ever seen him. This power was too terrifying.

Some people on the Internet said before that Mr. Qin is a hidden practitioner. I didn’t really believe it. Now that I saw him, I completely believe him. Now let alone what kind of practitioner Mr. Qin is, I even suspect that he is a hidden practitioner. He is a martial arts master, this power is simply terrifying! "

"Yes, I was also shocked by Mr. Qin's strength. No wonder he dared to ride around the country alone. With his body, he could kill a tiger with just one punch!"

Looking at the "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" carved by Qin Yuan on the stone tablet, people around him started talking, looking at Qin Yuan as if they were looking at a monster.

They both admire Qin Yuan's talent and are frightened by his terrifying power. This complicated feeling is wonderful!
Listening to the discussion of a group of people around him, Qin Yuan smiled and said: "This song "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" is not written against the background of the current era. I entered the turbulent era of the Anshi Rebellion, and then used it as a It was written from the perspective of a down-and-out literati who was down on his luck, so the whole poem gives people such a melancholy feeling."

"I see. I didn't expect Mr. Qin to use such a technique. It's really amazing! No wonder I said my emotions were wrong. Once you explained it like this, it was all right."

"The Anshi Rebellion was the darkest moment of the Tang Dynasty. It was a key node in the Tang Dynasty's transition from prosperity to decline. At that time, the society was in turmoil, the people were in dire straits, and there were also down-and-out literati. No wonder they would suffer from insomnia due to sadness."

"I really didn't expect Qin Yuan to write about Hanshan Temple from such an angle. The whole poem seems to be describing the scenery of Hanshan Temple, but in fact it is a microcosm of an era. How wonderful!"

"This poem is so full of meaning at once! He is worthy of being a man who could write "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng". His literary talents are indeed unparalleled!"

After hearing Qin Yuan's explanation, a group of people finally understood, and they couldn't help but admire Qin Yuan even more.

Just a few short lines of poetry can express the ancients' worries about the country and the sadness of being in troubled times without a destination so well. This literary talent is really amazing!

Qin Yuan has long been accustomed to people's praise, and the eternally famous poem "Mooring at Maple Bridge" is also qualified to enjoy people's praise and even worship. In his opinion, these words are not to praise him, but to praise him. Praise to the real author of this poem, Zhang Ji.

At this moment, he took a steel chisel and wrote the word Zhang Ji at the end of the poem.

Seeing this, the abbot standing next to him had a look of astonishment on his face. He looked at Qin Yuan with some confusion and asked: "Mr. Qin, shouldn't your name be written on this signature? Who is this letter? ?”

Hearing this, Qin Yuan smiled and said calmly: "This is the name of the ancient person I assumed as my identity. You can just think of it as my pen name!"

"Penname? Mr. Qin has so many pen names! The pen name he used to write "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" was Wang Bo, the pen name he used to write "Shui Diao Ge Tou" was Su Shi, and now he used the pen name Zhang Ji to write "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge". Mr. Qin, why are you doing this?" At this time, Director Peng Hu on the side also asked curiously.

"Haha, pen names are chosen at will. If I want to choose them, let alone two, it doesn't hurt to have tens of millions!" Qin Yuan said with a smile, and then did not continue to delve deeper into this topic.

Although he is the literary copywriter of this world, there is no problem even if he signs all the poems and songs in his previous life that shocked the past and the present with his name.

But he didn't want to do this, because he had received enough benefits in this world.

He borrowed the light of Jay Chou, the light of Xu Song, the light of Mr. Huang Zhan, and other celebrities in the music industry. These lights have made him dazzling enough.

In this way, there is really no need for him to steal the light of the sages, so he should return the glory that should belong to them!

"The inscription "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge" is not only a poem with great literary talent, but also a masterpiece of calligraphy with great grace!
This character is written with willow bones, facial muscles, and dancing dragons and phoenixes. It is really breathtaking and pleasing to the eye. It is worthy of everyone's talent! "

Master Abbot reached out and gently touched the font carved by Qin Yuan, his face full of love, and his fingers could still feel the residual heat left during the carving.

This residual heat seemed to be transmitted all the way into his heart through his fingertips, making his whole person uncontrollably surging with enthusiasm.

Although he is the abbot of Hanshan Temple, he is also a calligraphy enthusiast. His favorite thing to do is copy Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Preface", so he also has a lot of research on calligraphy.

Because he knows calligraphy, the "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" written by Qin Yuan with a steel chisel is not only a poem in his eyes, it is also a piece of superb calligraphy!

The font is simple and majestic, like a blue dragon emerging from the sea, showing its domineering power!
He had been writing calligraphy for decades, but he asked himself that he would never be able to write such beautiful calligraphy. The gap between him and Qin Yuan could be said to be like a chasm, insurmountable!

This is not that he is being polite, but his true thoughts. Calligraphy is all about strength, and strength is strength. You cannot deceive yourself.

It was precisely because he saw how accomplished this calligraphy was that he couldn't put it down and admired Qin Yuan even more.

And this scene at this moment also made him fully understand the meaning of the saying that in the face of talent, all efforts are in vain!
He didn't really believe this sentence before, but today, he completely believed it.

"I have played this song tonight and written a poem. It is getting late now. It is time for everyone to go back and rest. Let's say goodbye!" At this moment, Qin Yuan looked at the time and said with a smile.

It was almost 1 a.m. and he had to continue riding tomorrow, so it was time to go back and rest.

Hearing what Qin Yuan said, everyone nodded, and some couldn't help but yawn. Obviously, this special journey tonight made them both happy and exhausted.

After Qin Yuan finished speaking, he said hello to everyone, and then left Hanshan Temple calmly.

Seeing Qin Yuan leaving, a group of celebrities did not stay long and said goodbye to the abbot and Director Peng Hu. In just a few minutes, the originally noisy Hanshan Temple returned to tranquility.Watching the people leaving, Director Peng Hu always kept a smile on his face and was very excited.

He couldn't be more excited!

After all, Qin Yuan, a recognized member of the literary world, wrote a poem in their Hanshan Temple. This is huge news. If it is spread through Qin Yuan’s riding video, then their Hanshan Temple will definitely be like Tengwang Pavilion in Hongdu. It's also famous all over the world.

How could he not be excited like this? If it weren't for the fear of embarrassment, he would have wanted to dance.

"Host, with the blessing of Mr. Qin's ancient poem on the stele, this originally worthless stone stele will probably become extremely valuable immediately, and our Hanshan Temple will probably become famous all over the country in a short time.

Therefore, we must quickly take protective measures for this stone tablet tomorrow morning, and we must not let anyone destroy it. This is now the treasure of our Hanshan Temple!
Also, starting from tomorrow, all tourists visiting Hanshan Temple must make an appointment online in advance.

We have to do a good job of receiving tourists in advance, but we can’t reduce the tourists’ experience just because there are so many tourists! Director Peng Hu said with a serious face.

Others may not know Qin Yuan's influence on the tourism industry, but as the director of a cultural and tourism bureau, he knows it very well.

During this period, all the scenic spots that Qin Yuan visited along the way have basically become popular check-in points for domestic tourism, and the number of tourists has increased dozens or hundreds of times.

And you have to know that there are some scenic spots that Qin Yuan just passed by, and he didn't write an article for them like Tengwang Pavilion in Hongdu. But even so, these scenic spots that he just passed by became very popular.

And now Qin Yuan has specially inscribed a poem for them at Hanshan Temple. Such treatment can be said to be comparable to that of Tengwang Pavilion in Hongdu.

In this way, he couldn't even imagine what kind of disturbance their Hanshan Temple would cause on the Internet after tonight's incident was spread through Qin Yuan's riding video.

He did not expect the number of tourists at Hanshan Temple to reach the level of popularity of Tengwang Pavilion. Even if it only reached the level of the scenic spots that Qin Yuan passed through, it would be enough to create an extraordinary tourism economy for them in Suzhou.

In this way, he naturally had to attach great importance to it, and listening to his words, the abbot nodded silently, because he knew better how valuable this "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" was.

Whether from a literary or calligraphy perspective, this is a rare cultural treasure, so even if Director Peng Hu didn't say anything, he would definitely protect the stone tablet in front of him.

"I understand. I will make arrangements now and try to get this matter done tomorrow morning before receiving the first batch of tourists!" The host nodded and said also very seriously.

"Also, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for our Hanshan Temple. We must do a good job in reception and don't let Mr. Qin's efforts down."

Director Peng Hu said solemnly that Qin Yuan's traffic diversion has been done for them, but whether they can take over this wave of traffic next depends on themselves.

"This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity will never appear again once it is missed. As the abbot of Hanshan Temple, I don't want to ruin the reputation of Hanshan Temple and cut off our incense.

So don’t worry, Director Peng, I will do my best and will never let you down! "The abbot said with confidence.

After leaving Hanshan Temple, Qin Yuan and his party planned to return to the hotel. Because Qin Yuan and Liu Jianning stayed in different hotels, their destinations were different.

Seeing Qin Yuan, who had only met once and was about to part ways again tomorrow, Liu Yuyan was filled with reluctance.

"Master, when will we meet next?" Liu Yuyan followed Qin Yuan reluctantly and asked curiously.

Hearing this, Qin Yuan couldn't help but feel sorry for this girl. He smiled and touched Liu Yuyan's head and said: "I think it will be soon. Besides, if you want to see me, you can directly make a video call to me. I will answer your call anytime, anywhere.”

Hearing what Qin Yuan said, Liu Yuyan finally showed a smile on her face. She nodded heavily and said, "Then we have decided. I will make video calls to the master in the future, and you must answer it."

"Don't worry, I will definitely pick it up. By the way, I'm still waiting for the Landlord game you developed!" Qin Yuan said with a smile.

I had promised to play landlords with Liu Yuyan and the two sisters tonight, but they hadn't started playing yet. They were just playing music and writing poems.

So far, he hasn't played it at all, which makes him feel a little guilty. He couldn't help but feel guilty that he couldn't complete the things he promised because of his fault.

"It's almost time. I'll be online in a few days. I'll call you master then!" Liu Yuyan immediately became interested when Qin Yuan mentioned Landlords and said excitedly.

"Then I'll wait. Okay, it's getting late. It's time to go back to bed, otherwise your skin will get worse." Qin Yuan said with a smile.

Hearing this, Liu Yuyan nodded, and then suddenly rushed in front of Qin Yuan, and then gave Qin Yuan a big hug when Liu Jianning, the old father, didn't react at all.

"Master, remember to miss me, see you next time!" Liu Yuyan whispered in Qin Yuan's ear, and then left quickly.

Looking at the gentle and lovely Liu Yuyan in front of him, Qin Yuan wanted to say something, but at this moment he suddenly noticed a powerful murderous aura bursting out of Liu Jianning's body.

At the same time, a sharp-edged gaze shot towards him, immediately making him tremble with fear.

No, Liu Jianning, the old father who loves girls and is a maniac, is going to take action!

Qin Yuan sensed something was wrong. Without saying a word, he ran towards the bus he was sitting on. He was so fast!

"Hmph, you run fast, brat, otherwise the Heavenly Spirit Cover would have been lifted by you!" Liu Jianning said angrily as he saw Qin Yuan running away without a trace in the blink of an eye.

After saying that, he did not forget to glare at Liu Yuyan and said: "Girls must be reserved. How can they throw themselves into someone's arms casually? This will not be allowed in the future. If you want to hug someone, you have to let that kid take the initiative."

Liu Yuyan thought her father would scold her, but she didn't expect that he would actually say that.

Suddenly her face showed a look of ecstasy, and then she hugged Liu Jianning's arm very affectionately and said, "Dad, I love you!"

(End of this chapter)