I started to become more self-disciplined at the age of 30

Chapter 168 167. Qin Shi Ming Yue Han Shi Guan! Three masterpieces were born in one morning?
Starting from the hotel, Han Qing started a live broadcast in the car. The live camera was always aimed at Jiang Chen and the scenery outside the window that Jiang Chen was looking at.

From the high-rise buildings, all the way to the suburbs of Chang'an.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room has remained stable at around one million people online.

Many viewers were still discussing the Liangzhou Ci written by Jiang Chen just now, and he also gave the original copy of this Liangzhou Ci to Yan Ruyu. Many people were still very enthusiastic about this kind of generosity and hoped that they would be the next lucky one.

"Yan Ruyu also received a gift from Lao Jiang. This Liangzhou Ci is really well written."

"Fine wine in a luminous cup. This first sentence makes me kneel down."

"It's a little-known fact that grapes were introduced from the Western Regions. This first sentence highlights the prosperity and pioneering spirit of the heyday of the Tang Dynasty!"

"Frontier poems, why are there only masterpieces of frontier poems in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty? Because in that era, everyone wanted to become a general or a prime minister, everyone wanted to expand the territory, and everyone wanted to destroy the country alone. It was completely different from the weak Song Dynasty that only wanted to live in peace in a corner later."

"Old Jiang has really left Chang'an, ahahahahaha, I'm waiting for Old Jiang to come home in Chengdu."

……

That's when.

Jiang Chen said to Chen Xiaojia who was driving: "Xiaojia, stop the car!"

Chen Xiaojia quickly gripped the steering wheel and slowly parked the car on the side of the road. This place was just out of Chang'an. The outline of Chang'an could be vaguely seen from behind, and the vastness of the northwest land could be seen in front.

Seeing Chen Xiaojia stop the car, Pu Yuexi in front also quickly parked the car on the side of the road, got out and walked over.

Jiang Chen got out of the car, looked back at the outline of Chang'an, then looked at the road ahead, stretched out his hand and said, "Brush and ink!"

Han Qing quickly secured her phone and picked up her backpack.

Chen Xiaojia, Pu Yuexi and others immediately took out the simple desk from the trunk and started assembling it.

No one spoke, but quickly got busy, afraid that talking would disturb Jiang Chen's inspiration.

Whenever Jiang Chen started writing, almost all of his works would be handed down from generation to generation. They did not dare to disturb the birth of a masterpiece, but just prepared it for Jiang Chen as quickly as possible so that Jiang Chen's inspiration could be expressed as soon as possible and not be wasted.

after all……

They know that an artist's inspiration is extremely accidental and may disappear in a second.

The barrage of comments and reward messages in the live broadcast room exploded again.

"Here it comes, here it comes! Lao Jiang's hard control, pen and ink!"

"Wow, old Jiang really loves Chang'an. Before he leaves, he wants to write a work?"

"Old Jiang, please leave some inspiration for your hometown, Chengdu."

"Old Jiang, how about we draw the lottery now? I don't mind. I want whatever you write."

"Old Jiang..."

……

Changan.

Yan Ruyu personally framed the Liangzhou Ci given to her by Jiang Chen in the study, while watching Jiang Chen's outdoor live broadcast. Seeing Jiang Chen get off the car and call for pen and ink again, she immediately stopped what she was doing and began to look at Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen carefully.

"This Liangzhou Ci is already considered a masterpiece among frontier poems. It is no worse than several masterpieces of the peak frontier poems of the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. Now Jiang Chen has got inspiration again. Is he going to write a frontier poem again? Or is he going to write about the scenery of Chang'an?"

Yan Ruyu murmured to herself in a low voice, looking forward to it.

Ding!
Her cell phone message rang.

But she didn't take a look.

Because there are already a lot of unread messages on the phone.

There were messages from classmates, high school classmates, college classmates, several close friends, and even her brother, parents, all asking about the Liangzhou Ci that Jiang Chen had given her.

However, she wanted to focus on framing Jiang Chen's original work, so she did not reply to any messages.

At this time, she didn't check the messages on her phone.

but……

buzzing...

The phone vibrated.

Brother Yan Rufeng couldn't help but hit me.

Yan Ruyu didn't take her eyes off the live broadcast screen. She reached out and picked up the phone, then asked bluntly, "What are you doing?"

When Yan Rufeng heard her sister's words, she was not angry or surprised at all. This was the Sichuan and Chongqing girl Yan Ruyu that she was familiar with. She seemed like a completely different person from the gentle and beautiful Sichuan girl who was with Jiang Chen on the live broadcast.

Yan Rufeng smiled and said, "I'm not rushing you. It's just that mom and grandpa asked you to come back after a long time. They missed you."

Yan Ruyu smiled and said directly, "Miss me? I don't believe it. You just want to see the Liangzhou Ci in my hand, right?"

Yan Rufeng: "By the way, let's appreciate Jiang Chen's masterpiece."

Yan Ruyu: "I know, I have a flight this afternoon, I'm busy and don't have time to chat with you."

Yan Rufeng: "Be careful when you frame it yourself. Grandpa said that if you are not sure, bring it back and he will do it himself."

Yan Ruyu: "I know!"

Yan Rufeng: "Your child is so gentle, I, a hottie, have never seen it before."

Yan Ruyu: "Hehe, you are my pot, you don't need my gentleness."

Yan Rufeng, who was far away in Rongcheng, had a helpless look on his face, but there was a hint of fondness in his eyes. He had always obeyed his only sister since childhood, so he was extremely tolerant of Yan Ruyu. As long as he could do it and had everything, he was willing to give it to his only sister.

Because, she called herself Guoguo...

hang up the phone!

The image of her brother's handsome and tall figure flashed through Yan Ruyu's mind, and then she continued to look at Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen.

I saw that a table had been set up in front of Jiang Chen. Han Qing placed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone one by one, and then ground the ink for Jiang Chen herself.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Yan Ruyu's face. If she could have set out with Jiang Chen, she would have been able to grind ink for Jiang Chen herself, and she would have been able to watch Jiang Chen write one masterpiece after another, leaving behind works that would go down in history.

"Hey!"

Thinking of Jiang Chen's indifference to her and the deliberate distance he kept from her, Yan Ruyu could only sigh.

And at this time.

Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen had already picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, then the brush fell directly on the snow-white paper, and then words quickly appeared one by one.

Join the army!
The three words jump out of the paper.

Yan Ruyu immediately sat up straight, eyes wide open, and murmured in a low voice: "Sure enough, it's another frontier poem. Jiang Chen's inspiration at this moment is all related to Chang'an and the heyday of the Tang Dynasty! That is a fascinating period of history."

Yan Ruyu understood very well that Jiang Chen was still inspired to write frontier poems at this time.

Because this is the charm of Chang'an and the Tang Dynasty.

No Chinese descendant can refuse.

Far away in the capital!

Huang Bo, Zhang Shuwen, Lin Shuang, and Li Wenjun were still in the office. They had not gone to class. They stared at Jiang Chen as he wrote the three words "join the army". Everyone's face was full of anticipation.

Lin Shuang said excitedly: "Sure enough, there are frontier poems! I knew that Jiang Chen also had inspiration from the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. Song of Everlasting Sorrow and Liangzhou Ci were both written about the Tang Dynasty. When put in the Tang Dynasty, they were not inferior to any of the great writers of the Tang Dynasty."

Zhang Shuwen, Huang Bo and Li Wenjun just nodded in agreement and said nothing. Their eyes were fixed on the brush in Jiang Chen's hand on the live screen, watching every stroke Jiang Chen wrote.

Zhang Shuwen is more concerned about Jiang Chen's calligraphy: "Every stroke of Jiang Chen's is a kind of enjoyment, as if he was born for calligraphy. It is hard to imagine what heights he can reach in the future."

Words appeared one after another on the white paper, and a seven-character poem quickly appeared on the white paper. "The long clouds over Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks towards Yumen Pass in the distance."

"The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken."

Seeing the finished frontier poem written by Jiang Chen on a piece of white paper, everyone in the office fell silent.

Zhang Shuwen closed his eyes slightly, as if recalling the artistic conception and picture description of the poem, and said softly: "What a great poem! I have fought a hundred battles in the yellow sand and worn out my golden armor. I will not return until I have conquered Loulan. Good, good, good! This poem can also be ranked among the best in the collection of poems of the Great Tang Dynasty."

Li Wenjun nodded: "Yes, this frontier poem is in no way inferior to the representative masterpieces of the frontier poems of the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, and is in no way inferior to the Liangzhou Ci I wrote this morning."

"Jiang Chen's poetry never disappoints."

Huang Bo nodded, with a look of longing and envy!
If he could write a piece of this kind of work, he would be satisfied and willing to die right there.

pity!

He can't write.

This cannot be deceived.

Jiang Chen had already written two poems in the morning.

Lin Shuang suddenly said: "Jiang Chen hasn't put down his brush yet, he still wants to write."

Several people were shocked and quickly looked at the live broadcast screen.

Jiang Chen was still holding the brush in his hand. He casually put aside the original copy of the masterpiece he had just written, and then continued to write with the brush on the white paper.

Several people stood up and came to the live broadcast screen to watch carefully!

One morning...

Is Jiang Chen going to write three masterpieces that will be passed down through the ages?

This……

This……

Even during the heyday of the Tang Dynasty when poetry writing was at its most popular, those great writers who have gone down in history never achieved this.

Several people looked a little excited.

It seems as if we are witnessing the birth of history again.

Go out of the border!

The simple two words once again appeared on the paper.

Lin Shuang immediately said, "It's still a frontier poem. This is the title of Yuefu poetry and one of the representative titles of frontier poems. Many literati and poets in history have written on this title."

Li Wenjun added: "Not only the Frontier, the Liangzhou Ci that Jiang Chen wrote this morning and the Conscription to the Army that he just wrote are both common frontier poems. I didn't expect that Jiang Chen also has a deep study of frontier poems!"

Zhang Shuwen: "Jiang Chen's knowledge is seriously underestimated, there is no doubt about that! Each of his poems requires a lot of knowledge accumulation to write."

on the live broadcast screen.

Jiang Chen's brush didn't listen.

The number of people online in the live broadcast room has exceeded 1.2 million.

The barrage of comments was still dense and never stopped.

"Lao Jiang is still writing, awesome!"

"Old Jiang, take it easy. I'm afraid you'll write three poems in the morning."

"It's still a frontier poem. Is Old Jiang trying to take us back to the heyday of the Tang Dynasty?"

"Lao Jiang is awesome. I don't know what to say except to say he is awesome."

"This masterpiece is as common as flowing water in Laojiang."

"Lao Jiang, let's draw a lottery..."

"Lao Jiang has written so many works, but the value of his works continues to increase, which shows that the quality of Lao Jiang's works is extraordinary."

"Awesome, still writing. Jiang really loves Chang'an and the Tang Dynasty. But, who in China doesn't love them?"

"Going out to the frontier, a typical frontier poem. I wrote three frontier poems in one morning."

"Lao Jiang's inspiration for frontier poems suddenly came like a burst of urine. Leaving Chang'an reminded Lao Jiang of the general who set out from Chang'an to the Western Regions that year?"

……

Jiang Chen's brush moved quickly.

A complete poem appeared in his pen again.

"The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty passed the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned."

"But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and I don't teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountains."

It is still a typical frontier poem.

After finishing writing, Jiang Chen finally put down the brush.

Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and Chen Xiaojia who were standing nearby all breathed a sigh of relief. They had all been a little nervous just now.

If Jiang Chen finished writing this poem "Going Out to the Frontier" and continued writing without putting down his brush, even they would be scared.

Not to mention the many other viewers watching the live broadcast.

At the same time, Yan Ruyu who was still in Chang'an, as well as Huang Bo, Li Wenjun and others in the capital, all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Jiang Chen put down his brush on the live broadcast screen.

They were also really afraid that Jiang Chen would continue to write another song.

Then they would really be scared.

Huang Bo stared at the screen and read: "The bright moon in Qin and the fortress in Han, the people have not returned from the long march of thousands of miles. As long as the flying general is in Longcheng, the Hu horse will not be allowed to cross Yinshan. It is well written, another frontier poem that can be handed down from generation to generation and can be included in textbooks. Lao Jiang's inspiration is really endless and there is no end in sight."

"In just one morning, he wrote Liangzhou Ci, Joining the Army, and Going Out to the Frontier. These three poems are worthy of being handed down from generation to generation! This kind of feat would definitely shock the world even in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty when many literary masters gathered."

"Now, Jiang Chen's three poems are enough to make the current literary world free of any doubts."

Zhang Shuwen smiled bitterly and said, "Who dares to question it? No one has dared to question it for a long time. Yesterday's Song of Everlasting Regret and today's three consecutive frontier poems, Jiang Chen's achievements in the field of poetry are enough to rival the top great writers of the Tang Dynasty. As time goes by, it is inevitable that he will surpass those top poets."

"We are witnessing the birth of one of the greatest poets."

Li Wenjun took a deep breath and said softly: "Not only poetry, but also in the field of Song Ci, Jiang Chen's works are not inferior to those of the top writers of the Song Dynasty."

"He is at the top of both poetry and calligraphy, and is also at the top of history, second only to Wang Youjun! In this world, whether it is the literary world or the calligraphy world, who dares to say no to Jiang Chen? I will respond on behalf of Jiang Chen and will definitely bring disgrace to the other party!"

At this time, Li Wenjun became Jiang Chen's most loyal defender.

If anyone dared to question Jiang Chen, she would immediately confront and refute them.

Who in this world is qualified to question Jiang Chen's words?

Huang Bo: "It's unimaginable that in our era, there would be a Jiang Chen as terrifying as this."

On the live broadcast screen, Jiang Chen had already gotten into the car and was sitting in the back seat waiting to depart.

Han Qing, Chen Xiaojia and others began to carefully pack up the two works written by Jiang Chen. Their movements were extremely gentle, for fear of causing any damage to these two masterpieces that had just come out.

After cleaning up, under the watchful eyes of more than 1.3 million viewers in the live broadcast room.

The two cars continued to move away from Chang'an and head towards Chengdu.

That is a vast mountain range!
(End of this chapter)