Chapter 102 Complete the 100-year breakdown (Add to the leader)

Author: 100,000 Vegetables

Chapter 102 Complete the 100-year breakdown (Add to the leader)

"What's the matter?" Qi Hongmian raised her eyebrows.

Luan Yu replied: "On the day when Huaiyuan arrived in Shendu, Baita Temple sent a letter of worship."

Baita Temple... Qi Hongmian raised a little bit of interest, and the corners of her impeccable oval face raised, revealing her white teeth, which meant no clue:

"knew."

After Luan Yu left, Qi Hongmian turned his gaze back to a thin book in his hand.

The cover suddenly wrote the three words "The Book of Liuli".

"Hehe...Buddhist."

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It was noon the next day.

After lunch, Ji Ping'an changed into an ordinary blue shirt with Huang He and went to the agreed place to gather.

The literary meeting officially started in the afternoon, and warm-up began in the morning and continued until the evening.

When Ji Ping'an arrived, he saw two carriages parked. There were not many disciples in the wooden courtyard, but he could not sit down.

"Here here!"

In a car ahead, Mu Yaoyao's head came out of the curtain, and her white and tender little hands greeted him.

As usual, Huang He drove, he got into the wide carriage and his eyes lit up.

I saw a jade beauty sitting in the main seat of the car, with a straight nose and brush-like eyelashes. Isn’t it Xu Xiurong or who?

But unlike in the past, the female prison marquis did not wear official robes, but ordinary women's long skirts and their hair was fixed with a hairpin.

Next to him was a thin girl.

"Luo Huaizhu?" Ji Ping'an was surprised, "Why are you there too?"

On the one hand, this time the Nokiyuan disciples gathered.

Secondly, with this "Tao Yi" personality, I really can't imagine that she would be interested in "Wenhui".

Xu Xiurong glanced at him and said:

"This marquis ordered Yaoyao to force her over. The practice should be smooth and relaxed, and the gods are about to reward her, so they should relax."

Luo Huaizhu didn't say anything, her eyes focused on the air, and she was wandering outside the sky, thinking about practicing.

No...I feel that her body is here, and her soul has already flew... Ji Ping'an shook his head and sighed.

As he sat down, the carriage slowly drove out of the Imperial Palace and walked along the spacious street towards Chang'an Street.

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Wenxuan Tower is near the intersection of Chang'an Street and Zhuque Street, and is also one of the most prosperous areas in Shendu.

Today, with it as the core, all the surrounding museums and pavilions are included in the cultural associations of all sizes.

As soon as the carriage entered, it seemed like it was trapped in a mud and it was difficult to move forward.

He had to stop in a secluded place. Xu Xiurong ordered everyone to disband on the spot, play on their own, and agreed to return at the time.

A disciple left with him, and in the end, only three women, one, two and two, were left, and the lazy Ji Ping'an did not move.

Huang He originally wanted to stay and follow the young master, but when he saw this scene, he thought about it and left in a quiet voice.

Only four people were left walking among the crowd.

Except for Ji Ping'an, the other three are extremely beautiful, which immediately attracted many amazing sights. When they saw Ji Ping'an, they turned into envy, jealousy and hatred.

Ji Ping'an didn't care about those eyes, walked slowly, and saw a lively scene, with crowds of people on the long streets and continuous noise.

The wine flags on both sides are flying, and they are still far from Wenhui. There are long snack vendors on both sides of the street selling food.

On the other side, there are lanterns hanging on the shops along the street, and there are also various gadgets placed.

The hawking sounds, laughter and shouting sounds are mixed together, and it is very lively.

“Many people…”

Mu Yaoyao's eyes were not enough, and she rushed left and right, and even Luo Huaizhu was attracted, showing a curious look.

After all, it is still "people", not "Tao ignorant" abstractly as symbols.

"Hey, you see, those vendors all have poems."

At this time, Mu Yaoyao suddenly pointed to the shop selling various things on the roadside, and the vendor said.

Unlike the common stalls in the past, many stalls today have wooden poles, red ropes, and poems hanging on them, which is a bit similar to Yuanxi's riddles, but they are different.

Each piece of paper contains poems or lyrics, but none of them are complete, either missing the previous sentence, or throwing the next sentence, or even two words are empty in the middle of a line of text.

Different.

A group of scholars gathered around them, shaking their heads and reciting something, and it became like a landscape on this street.

Xu Xiurong pursed her lips and explained:

"This is the broken poem of the national teacher in the past. In history, these merchants will join in the fun. In order to attract scholars to stop, they will collect broken sentences and hang them outside, and usually have a lottery.

"For example, if someone fills it, as long as the sentences are filled, they will give you some gadgets without copying them. It is a way to attract people."

She immediately told the story of the national teacher fighting in all directions in the past, passing on many incomplete poems, and named it a game in the literati.

Mu Yaoyao said "Ao" and suddenly realized it. After thinking about it, she said:

"Then over the past few hundred years, have you added a lot to future generations? Can you get the lottery if you collect some to fill in?"

Xu Xiurong raised a finger, tapped her forehead, and pretended to be angry:

"If you want to use your brain more and don't think about eating all day long, the store dares to do this, so naturally they are familiar with the widely circulated sentences. If you copy them, wouldn't it be embarrassing to point them out in public? Scholars care the most about it.

face."

Mu Yaoyao was greatly disappointed and looked at the masks used to make lottery tickets on the stall.

Luo Huaizhu also tilted her head and stared at a cloth tiger and stopped.

Xu Xiurong was so angry and funny:

"Let's go, they're the lottery, they won't sell it."

Luo Huaizhu lowered her eyes in disappointment, and then heard the sound coming from beside her:

"want to?"

Dao Chi turned his head and looked at Ji Ping'an with a calm expression. He thought for a while and nodded:

"want to."

Ji Ping'an smiled, walked over, pulled off a piece of paper with broken poems and sentences, picked up the ink pen placed by the merchant on the table, and made a gesture to write.

Seeing this, the scholar next to him looked over curiously.

The stall owner was also surprised and said:

"Young master is confident and chooses a difficult one when he takes action. The sentences of Qingping tune are only the following two sentences, but the first half is missing, which is the most difficult to make up for..."

He deliberately said loudly to attract attention from the abortion on the street.

At the same time, read the second half of the remaining sentence:

"If it weren't for the presence of the group of jade hills, I would have met under the moon on the Yao platform."

Just as I was about to explain and comment, I saw that Ji Ping'an had already written a book and read:

The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is thick.

Putting down his pen, he pointed to the three-color cloth tiger and said gently:

"Please bring that tiger over."

The crowd around the neighborhood became more and more surprised. Unexpectedly, the young man was so confident, as if he was sure that the poem he had supplemented met the conditions.

"The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick... If it weren't for the group of jade mountains, they would meet under the moon on the jade platform."

The stall owner is also a literate person, and he will whisper and look surprised.

With his level, he is not enough to distinguish the heights, but he instinctively feels it is very suitable, just as if the original sentence should be like this.

"I want it too, I want it too!"

Mu Yaoyao rushes away the crowd, pulling Ji Ping'an's sleeve pitifully.

Ji Ping'an smiled, thought about it, and then pulled off two more articles, namely a broken poem and a broken poem.

Still without thinking, just keep it up:
To be continued...