If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon.

It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back to you after all my wealth has been spent.

Zhou Jinzhu almost shed tears.

What kind of profound knowledge, rich experience, lofty vision, and almost legendary soul are needed to create such a poem that can be passed down through the ages...

Confucius heard about Shao and did not know the taste of meat in three months.

A poem touched Zhou Jinzhu's originally calm mood and refused to stop for a long time.

Shen Jiao's whole body was filled with light, and his talent was surging crazily, like the ocean in a storm.

Talent is out of control!

Just because an unintentional person recited a poem.

"Little friend, if you say that you created this poem yourself, that would be a bit of a bully." Zhou Jinzhu smiled bitterly, "It's not that Zhou doubts your talent, it's just that the great wisdom contained in the poem is not pure. The accumulation of literature must be forged by the smelting of time. It is absolutely impossible for someone at your age to write such a poem. How offended."

Li Wuqi nodded slightly: "Master is right, this poem was not created by a younger generation, but by an old senior."

Zhou Jinzhu said impatiently: "Which gentleman is it?"

Li Wuqi said: "That senior, his surname is Li, his given name is Bai, and his courtesy name is Taibai. He is known as the Immortal of Poetry."

"Poem Immortal..." Zhou Jinzhu looked sad, "Yes, Poet Immortal, if you can write this poem, you should be an immortal...I wonder, how did you get this poem?"

Li Wuqi smiled slyly: "The answer is actually obvious, Master, you might as well think about it more."

"Oh?" Zhou Jinzhu frowned, "Obviously?"

The surname is Li, the given name is Bai, and the courtesy name is Taibai. He is known as the Immortal of Poetry...

I'm Li Wuqi, Muzi Li, mediocre...

Both have the surname "Li"?!

Zhou Jinzhu looked shocked: "Could it be?!"

Li Wuqi did not answer, but pretended to be calm and said: "Master, let's eat vegetables and try the skills of the younger generation."

Shen Jiao, who had been silent for a long time, seemed to be in a state of despair, and said dejectedly: "This is impossible. If you were an immortal, how could you live in a small mountain village with limited means..."

Li Wuqi smiled heartily and said: "Me! With a basket of food and a ladle of drink, in a back alley, people can't bear their worries, and I won't change my joy!"

Shen Jiao was stunned for a moment!

"What a person who can't bear his worries, but I won't change his joy!" Zhou Jinzhu was completely convinced, "The style of an immortal, this is the style of an immortal! My friend, may I ask if there is anything else left by Senior Shixian? verse?"

Li Wuqi pretended to be angry and said: "Master Zhou, I have worked so hard to prepare a table of dishes for you, but you don't even taste it. Isn't it disrespectful to me?"

"Oh! Zhou is rude, little friends, don't blame me! Big and strong, eat the food, eat the food!" Zhou Jinzhu hurriedly found chopsticks from the table.

Shen Jiao looked relaxed and shouted in his heart: "Stop mentioning Shixian, hurry up and eat, and get me out of this place..."

Although it was just a home-cooked dish, it looked great and the two men had been coveting it for a long time. Finally, when the master spoke, they couldn't wait to take a piece of meat into their mouths.

And salty.

And spicy.

And sour.

"Ah!" The two men threw away their chopsticks and immediately ran away, "What kind of skills are you doing? You might as well make it ourselves!"

Shen Jiao looked desperate: Li Wuqi, haven't you had enough fun yet?

Li Wuqi said with an innocent face: "You two, please be patient and listen to me in detail. As the saying goes, the winds are different in a hundred miles, and the customs are different in a thousand miles. There are differences in local customs, eating habits, etc. Over there in my hometown The taste is so thick that you may find it hard to swallow when you first take it in, but if you taste it carefully, you will have a different feeling..."

Shen Jiao had a dark face and said in his heart: "We are from the same fucking village, what nonsense are you talking about!"

The two brothers looked at each other.

"Suck it carefully, it seems to taste really good..."

Zhou Jinzhu on the side took a tentative bite, but his expression suddenly changed. He stopped talking and broke out into a violent cough.

Da Zhuang and Er Zhuang hurriedly poured tea.

Zhou Jinzhu took a sip and spurted all the juice out.

Damn salty tea!

"water!"

"Mr. Shen, give Master some water." Li Wuqi gave orders to Shen Jiao as if it had nothing to do with him.

Shen Jiao dared to be angry but did not dare to say anything, so he hurriedly went to the large water tank in the courtyard to scoop out some water and gave it to his master to drink.

It took Zhou Jinzhu a long time to regain his composure, waved his hands feebly, and said with difficulty: "Little friend, Zhou... vomit! It's really... vomiting! I'm not hungry... but I can taste it... my little friend's craftsmanship... is very good Not bad...yikes!"

Seeing that Master Zhou had been tortured to tears, Li Wuqi said calmly: "I have drank the tea and eaten the vegetables. Master, you two good men, Mr. Shen, please forgive me for having things to do and not being able to accompany me. Have a good meal and drink." ,Farewell."

After cupping his fists and saluting, Li Wuqi stood up and left the table.

Zhou Jinzhu stood up in a hurry and said: "My little friend has something to do, and Zhou doesn't dare to delay it! It's just that Zhou has something else he wants to know the answer to."

Li Wuqi said: "Master, please speak."

"The poem written by Senior Shixian has an excellent artistic conception, and the wording is also flawless, but from the perspective of the music, it seems to be lacking." Zhou Jinzhu carefully considered the words, "Zhou naturally did not dare to question Shixian I am a talented person, so I guess what I just recited is not the complete poem of the Immortal Poetry, right?"

Li Wuqi raised his eyebrows, thinking that this master really had two brushes, so he nodded silently.

Zhou Jinzhu suddenly became excited: "Little friend! I hope you can tell me the full story of Shixian! Zhou is willing to pay any price for this!"

For literary practitioners, what does the lost work of a poetic immortal mean?

In addition to the poetic talent left behind in the poem itself, it also has implications for literary practice.

The works of poetic immortals should be a key, a key that leads literati to break through the literary and moral confucianism and enter the real fairyland...

Facing Zhou Jinzhu's expectant and even pleading eyes, Li Wuqi shook his head firmly: "I'm sorry, I forgot."

Those eyes instantly dimmed: "But at least, please tell me the title of the poem."

"Wine will be served."

Li Wuqi strode away.

"Wine will be served..."

If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon.

It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back to you after all my wealth has been spent.

A masterpiece of poetry...

The handiwork of a true immortal...

If you get the whole chapter, it will be of great benefit to your cultivation.

Observe the mind, establish destiny, seal the ultimate, the universe, the great Confucian...immortal...

Shen Jiao's heart was as cold as the food on the table.

Zhou Jinzhu rearranged his clothes, regained his former composure, and nodded slightly to Shen Jiao: "Little friend."

A glimmer of hope ignited in his heart again: "Master..."

Zhou Jinzhu said: "I still have a few questions to ask little friend Wuqi, so I'll take my leave now."

Shen Jiao's expression suddenly became lonely: "Thank you very much, Master, for today's matter... Master, please do as you please..."

Zhou Jinzhu nodded, and under the escort of Dazhuang and Erzhuang, he left this quiet courtyard.

Shen Jiao looked up at the sky and sighed, his eyes filled with tears.

"In addition, Hongque Academy will hold the entrance examination in Chang'an County on July 13th. My little friend will represent Niniu Town. I hope it will be on time."

Outside the door, Zhou Jinzhu's voice came from afar.

Shen Jiao finally closed his eyes and said softly: "Thank you, Master."

In the small room, he was the only one sitting at the table, facing the delicacies. He calmly and elegantly picked up the dishes on the plate with chopsticks, put them into his mouth, and chewed them carefully.

It's like a beast rushing in your mouth, take another sip of salty tea! Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, you can taste all the flavors of life.

“There is no one to refill the tea, no one to persuade you to drink, and no one to take care of you when you are drunk.”

At this time, on the path in the field, Zhou Jinzhu said hurriedly: "Hurry! Little friend Wuqi is right in front!"
Chapter completed!