number one idol

Chapter 315
Absolutely through the ages!

When Tao Lao said this, almost everyone's eyes widened.

Throughout China's thousands of years of history, there are definitely not many Qiangu couples. This kind of couple is the best in couplets, very rare.

It is definitely too difficult to make an eternal one. Many couplet masters can't think of one in their lifetime.

The couplet that He Xiao is talking about now is actually eternal?

Everyone just felt dizzy as if they were listening to a book from heaven.

"Teacher, did you miss the mark? How could he be so absolute?" Liu Xiangchun yelled in disbelief, not caring about his image at all.

He loves couplets and has studied them for half his life. He is intoxicated in this way, but he didn't say he could make an eternal absolute.

How could He Xiao, an outsider and singer, make such a couplet?

Tao Lao sighed: "This is indeed an eternal absolute. At least in our age, no one can get it right. Maybe there will be great writers in future generations who can decipher it."

Regarding this result, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, a little dumbfounded.

Mr. Tao's eyes are fierce, it is impossible to miss him, he is so sure, He Xiao's couplet will not have to run away, it is absolutely eternal.

He Xiao was not surprised by this result.

Because in the world of black mobile phones, "Lonely, cold, empty, widowed" is the eternal absolute!
According to legend, in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, there was a woman from the south of the Yangtze River who was talented and beautiful, but because of her personal grievances, she immediately escaped into Buddhism.

The woman wrote a couplet on the wall outside the temple gate-"Lonely, cold window, empty widow", and frankly said that anyone who can cope with it will agree physically and mentally, and return to the world of mortals.

For a while, there was an endless stream of literati and scholars who went to deal with it, but in the end they all returned angrily.

The ending of the story is very regrettable: Seeing that there is no confidant in the road ahead, the little girl was disheartened, and really stayed in the temple for a lifetime, until she died of loneliness.

The reason why "Lonely, cold, empty, widowed" is a unique couplet, and no one can solve it until today, is not because of the exquisite mechanism in the text.

But there is really no text that can be worthy of the word "loneliness"!
Even if countless people in later generations have tried to play the second line, none of them can achieve real perfection, but there are also a few famous ones.

It is said that there was a talented scholar Cui Fu who once said that "the phoenix trees are rotten pillows and live together in vain", which was recognized by later generations as the most neat.

Among them, the traditional character of "Qi" is "木妈". , "Xiangmu wife" means "missing wife".

It's a pity that although Cui Fu's second couplet is well-organized, it stops here in terms of artistic conception, and it can be regarded as a barely matched match at best.

That's why He Xiao was so confident that he dared to ask Tao Lao to find a place and give him a question.

Because this is a universally recognized absolute, and no one has been able to figure it out for thousands of years, so how could Tao Lao decipher it?

"He Xiaoyou is extremely intelligent, and can support half of the Chinese literary world. The old man is ashamed, ashamed of himself!" Mr. Tao was convinced, and as soon as Qiangu Absolute came out, all the previous anger disappeared, and only the full of anger remained. admire.

He owed He Xiao a request, and He Xiao would make it when necessary.

Everyone was in an uproar. No one thought that He Xiao had convinced Mr. Tao. Could it be that he is the legendary champion of the seven provinces and general staff, who is known as the king of kings.

"He Xiao is really good!" Liao Yuqing gave a thumbs up. This battle was too exciting, and it was very enjoyable to watch.

Fang Yuping beside him also dropped his jaw in shock, completely ignoring the image of a literati, and only the word "beautiful" remained in his mouth.

The farce at the party finally came to an end, and the crowd dispersed in twos and threes, but everyone remembered the name He Xiao.

Liu Xiangchun didn't have the face to stay any longer, the people around him pointed at him, he couldn't bear the pressure, so he left Moxiang Pavilion early.

Another hour later, the annual Lantern Festival gathering of the literary circle also began to end, and everyone left one after another.

He Xiao ate and drank enough, called Liao Yuqing together, and planned to send him back to the community first, and then go home by himself.

Director Liao drank some wine with his friends, his face was flushed, he was very happy, and the more he liked He Xiao, he clamored to send him to the Olympic opening ceremony performance.

He Xiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only pat him on the back, trying to make him spit out in the trash can by the side of the road, so he could wake up a bit.

"Mr. He stay behind, my grandpa wants to see you!"

Suddenly, a familiar crisp sound sounded, and it was Yang Xuening who chased him out.

He Xiao turned around, and saw Yang Xuening wearing a long black down jacket, wearing a pair of rabbit-shaped earbags, her little face flushed from the cold, running out of Moxiang Pavilion wheezing.

"Master Feng wants to see me?" He Xiao pointed to himself, a little surprised.

Feng Chusheng is a master of Chinese literature, a leader in martial arts novels, and his status in the circle is half a head higher than that of Master Tao. Such a character can definitely bear the word "high morality and prestige".

"Yes, my grandpa will come out soon, just wait a moment." Yang Xuening put her palms on her cheeks to keep warm, and said with a breath.

At this time, in front of the Moxiang Pavilion, the tall and slow-moving Feng Chusheng had already come out. It was hard to imagine that this would be an old man in his 70s.

"Men, we are both writers of novels, we have a common topic, so we don't go around in circles." Feng Chusheng approached and spoke boldly.

He looks a little rough, and his words fit his appearance. He is outspoken, not like Mr. Tao who hides and hides and tricks secretly.

Dealing with such people is not tiring, so He Xiao is also very happy to make friends with them. He immediately shook hands with him and said, "Mr. Feng, I grew up reading your books. If you have something to say, just say it."

"Okay, let me just say it straight, man, I want to ask you one thing!"

When Feng Chusheng opened his mouth, it was like thunder, and the people around him were stunned. Even Liao Yuqing, who was retching beside the trash can, became much more energetic.

He Xiao was also stunned, Feng Chusheng, who is a master of martial arts novels, actually asked him to do something?This is really a rare anecdote.

I heard Feng Chusheng sigh: "Alas, the era of martial arts novels has come to an end. As novel authors, this is the last thing we want to see."

"Heroes, for the sake of the country and the people, uphold justice, the world cannot live without martial arts, and the spirit of chivalry must not be broken in our generation!"

"You are an excellent author, and your literary skills are the most outstanding among the young people I have ever seen. I believe you will be able to describe a world of martial arts with swords, swords and shadows."

Speaking of this, Feng Chusheng actually had tears in his eyes, and cried loudly: "Youth have dreams, martial arts never die! Man, I beg you to take over the banner of martial arts heroes, so that the spirit of chivalry can be carried forward again.

The world of martial arts... shouldn't disappear! "

(End of this chapter)