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Happy birthday to my good friend, Baby Shuishui!!!!!
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Ever since Shi Qing and Min Rou decided that their youngest son, Shi Zhongjian, had passed away, they had always loved and cared for their eldest son, Shi Zhongyu. Our comrade Shi Zhongyu had also grown up happily in such a warm family.
Our Shi Zhongyu is also very hardworking. In the original novel, when Shi Zhongyu was four years old, Min Rou held him in her arms and taught him to recognize the words " black and white " on the big plaque in the middle of the hall of Xuansu Manor. In the end, Shi Zhongyu recognized it at that time. Shi Qing and his wife both praised him for being smart. However, our Shi Zhongyu was even more amazing. He could read at the age of one, read the Three Character Classic at the age of two, and read widely at the age of three.）Now our Shi Zhongyu is already five years old. In the past five years, his two godfathers would come to his birthday every time. Since Shi Zhongjian was already "dead", then the Little Scholar of Divine Armaments, Meng Jiang, who was originally teaching Shi Zhongjian, was able to recite the ancient texts of Shi Zhongyu at a young age. Moreover, the most surprising thing was that this little guy actually had a super strong memory. Meng Jiang regarded this Little Scholar of Divine Armaments as a child prodigy and planned to bring it back to his home to carefully teach it. Perhaps he could even become the top scorer in the examination in the future! However, could Meng Jiang really train her just because he wanted to? Feng Wanli, the Wind and Fire Divine Dragon, was not someone to be trifled with. He was firmly against it. He thought that Little Shi Zhongyu should follow him into the Snow Mountain Sect to learn sword techniques. The reason was naturally because this kid held a sword in his hand when he was a month old. It meant that he would definitely be a great swordsman in the future!
Today was Shi Zhongyu's birthday, and the two godfathers were arguing with each other. Little Shi Zhongyu said shockingly,""Godfathers, why do you want me to learn from one of you? Why can't I study with you two? And daddy, mommy, can't I let them teach me too?”
These words really woke him up from his dream! The four lords looked at each other.
"Yu 'Er is right. Second brother, third brother, why don't you teach Yu' Er martial arts together?”Shi Qing hurriedly said.
"Yeah! " If Jian 'er is still alive…" Min Rou looked at her smart son and couldn't help but think of Shi Zhongjian, who was also her son.
"Alright, I have no objections. What about you, Second Brother?”Meng Jiang hurriedly said.
"If you don't have any objections, why would I have any objections?”Feng Wanli hurriedly replied.
Just like that, our Shi Zhongyu began to lead a hard life. Every morning, he would practice the sword style of Shangqing Temple with his parents. Fortunately, our Shi Zhongyu had a photographic memory and was born with a high comprehension ability. In less than a month, he could use the sword style of Shangqing Temple freely. Shi Qing and Min Rou were secretly happy to see him. As parents, they were naturally happy to have such a son!
Although learning swordsmanship had made our main character Shi Zhongyu fresh for a while, it was no longer interesting for him after he had learned the Shangqing Temple swordsmanship. Hence, Shi Zhongyu began to devote himself to reading ancient literature. In his previous life, Shi Zhongyu was originally a literary lover. Now that he was in ancient times, he naturally had to study hard.
One day, Shi Zhongyu was flipping through some ancient texts in his father Shi Qing's study as usual. Although Shi Qing's own literary knowledge was not very good, and the words that Shi Qing and Min Rou knew were limited, as a famous hero, knowledge was also essential. At the very least, he had to build a study room to act as a facade!），stumbled upon
After reading a collection of Li Yishan's works, before he could read the content, the life story of Li Yishan that he had read in his previous world had already appeared in Shi Zhongyu's mind. Li Shangyin, a poet of Tang Dynasty, was born in Hanoi, Huaizhou. He served as a county lieutenant, secretary Lang and Dongchuan Jiedushi Judge. Because of the influence of Niu Li's clique, he was ostracized and lived a poor life. He couldn't help but sigh. How could a talented person live his life like this? Thinking of his fortuitous encounter in this foreign world, he didn't know how to spend his life. Should he practice peerless martial arts and unify the Jianghu, or be a lone ranger and be a hero in the world? Or should he simply be the prodigal son that he had always been yearning for, living the great career of " drinking wine for today, don't let the golden cup be empty against the moon " and flirting with all the beauties in the world? For a moment, countless thoughts flooded his mind. He felt that there were too many choices, and he was actually in a daze.
At this moment, my mother came in and poured a cup of hot tea for Shi Zhongyu. She looked at me kindly and said,"Yu 'Er, take your time. Don't be anxious. Here, have some hot tea.”As he spoke, he placed the teacup beside the book Shi Zhongyu was reading.
When Shi Zhongyu saw her mother, she smiled sweetly and said,""Mother, I understand. I'll read slowly here alone.”
After a while, his mother left the study room. As for Shi Zhongyu, he naturally came to open Li Yishan's anthology again.
Flipping to the first page, there was an untitled poem written in running-script." Last night, the stars and the wind blew, west of the painting building, east of the osmanthus hall. There are no colorful phoenix wings on the body, and the heart is connected with one point. Sitting next to each other to send hook spring wine warm, sub-Cao shooting wax lamp red. Alas, I listen to the drum to respond to the official to go, go to Malan Taiwan like a turquoise canopy.”
It was this poem! It was the favorite poem of Li Yishan's previous life's Chen Ke (Shi Zhongyu)! Every time he recited this poem, he did not feel lost in the void, but a faint intimacy and a faint heart. It was as if a certain situation that had once intoxicated you had floated over again, or as if you had crossed the tunnel of time and space and reunited with familiar people. The scene in front of you was clearly different, but the dream seemed familiar. Thinking of this, he was suddenly infatuated and threw away all the martial arts manuals. He just started to recite a poem and muttered, Last night's stars, last night's wind, west of the painting building, east of the osmanthus hall. There are no colorful phoenix wings on the body, and the heart is connected with one point. Sitting next to each other to send hook spring wine warm, sub-Cao shooting wax lamp red. Alas, I listen to the drum to respond to the official to go, go to Malan Taiwan like a turquoise canopy.
After reading it once, he couldn't help but think to himself," The most outstanding line was the line in the poem," A pair of wings without a phoenix, a pair of hearts that are connected." This was also the line that was often recited when he was picking up girls in school in his previous life. He did not expect to see this line again after going through reincarnation today. It was really mixed with all kinds of feelings!
For a moment, he thought that he had returned to the night when he was reading Li Shangyin many years ago, and he unconsciously scrolled down. Unexpectedly, the second page was completely blank. It was the same after flipping through it a few more times. Just as he was in the mood for poetry, Shi Zhongyu couldn't help but be furious. He carefully slapped the cup of hot tea that his mother, Min Rou, had poured for him just now. The water happened to wet the entire book. Shi Zhongyu was reluctant to part with the untitled poem. Moreover, the handwritten running-script was written in a flamboyant manner, light and elegant. It was quite like Wang Youjun's calm and calm demeanor. Hence, she quickly picked up the book and shook off the water before flipping to the first page. He couldn't help but turn pale with fright when he saw the words " Lu Xiaofeng " clearly written in large characters at the end of the poem. Lu Xiaofeng? Wasn't this a character written by Hero Gu? Why did he appear here? Shi Zhongyu felt uneasy. He remembered that Lu Ke, who was described by Hero Gu, was a powerful figure. However, he did not know if he was still as powerful in the Journey of Chivalry. He also did not know if this world was really the world of the Journey of Chivalry that Chen Ke had read about in the past.
But no matter what, since the words appeared after soaking in the water, he would have to look down first. The more he read, the happier he felt. It turned out that those blank pages were now filled with small words, which recorded Lu Xiaofeng's famous Lightness Skill of "Consonant Finger" and "Double Flying Colorful Wings". One had to know that in Gu Long's novel, the two wings of the colorless phoenix were connected by telepathy. These two lines of Li Shangyin's poem were about a person and his two skills. His name was Lu Xiaofeng, and his kung fu was his Light-body Technique, Flying Colorful Wings, and his famous Consonant Finger. His Spirit Pointing Finger caught the Transcendent Fairy of Ye Gucheng, but it left a lingering suspense. Would he be able to block Ximen Chuixue's merciless sword? This was what many people, including Gu Long and Ximen Chuixue, wanted to know.
Lu Xiaofeng was someone who deeply understood that life was short. He would never risk his life for a false reputation in the martial world. This was the difference between him and his friends, Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng. They were not close to wine and women, only drinking plain water. They lived their lives for the style of that sword, willing to bleed at any time for whose sword was faster. As for Lu Xiaofeng, he would rather drink wine with Ouyang Qing, Xue Bing, and Sharman, or go to Master Bitter Melon's vegetarian feast with Blooming Flowers, and then go to the Silver Hook Casino to gamble. Compared to Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, Lu Xiaofeng might understand better that Jin Jiuling had become an embroidery thief, and Priest Mu was an old knife. After all, one's life was full of risks. Sometimes, one had to take a gamble. Lu Xiaofeng loved the way Blooming Flowers and Zhu Ting enjoyed life. Yes, although Lu Xiaofeng did not understand Li Shangyin's " Night Rain to the North " as deeply as Wang Lianhua, he was a loyal believer of Li Taibai's " Floating Life is Like a Dream, How Much Joy Is There ".
He was a man among men. He was a friend that every man liked. He was loyal and a good friend. He was smart but not slippery. Occasionally, he would be stupid. He was forthright, straightforward, and liked to drink. He even specially practiced a set of martial arts that allowed him to drink while lying down. The cutest thing about him was that he never wanted to put on a straight face and pretend to be a gentleman.
Thinking of this, Shi Zhongyu couldn't help but be stunned. He was thinking that if he could practice Lu Xiaofeng's martial arts well in the future, wouldn't he be able to do whatever he wanted in the Jianghu? Wait, wait. Although he had qinggong and powerful finger techniques, he lacked internal energy. This was indeed a fly in the ointment! Compared to his lucky younger brother Shi Zhongjian, he was a rich man who had powerful internal strength but had no place to use it…
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A female writer said it very well: you can tell how a man is by looking at his friends and opponents.
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