Chapter 114
With just a dozen or so words, he sketched out an entire Northern Song painting scroll. Tang Ruzuo and the others were all connoisseurs, and they immediately grasped the subtleties of the lyrics.
Cheng Dali continued to hold his pen.
Looking at the Great Wall inside and out, all that's left is desolation; on the great river, the waves have suddenly stopped.
The mountain dances with silver snakes, the plain gallops with wax elephants, wanting to compete with the heavenly lord for height.
……
Tang Ruzai leaned over, and many people looked this way. One sentence, wanting to compete with the heavens for height, stirred up the boldness in everyone's hearts, as if ten large bowls of wine could quench the blockage within. This was not the gentle breeze and fine rain of Jiangnan's water town, but the grand mountains and rivers of the northern country; this was not the trivial love of talented scholars and beautiful women, but the generous song of Yan Zhao's men.
There is a mountain in the chest, and only poetry can see the mountain. There is water in the chest, and only the pen can make it flow. Tang looked at Cheng Da Lei with an incredulous gaze: What was in his heart that he could come up with such poetic lines?
It's as if you own the entire country.
The mountains and rivers are so beautiful, attracting countless heroes to bow their heads.
Tang Rucan was so excited that his eyes were red, a sentiment brewing in his heart, waiting to be poured out with the ink from Cheng Darui's brush. But strangely, Cheng Darui's pen hovered in mid-air, only writing one sentence, and hesitating to continue.
Cheng Daire's pen was stiffly raised, and three black lines seemed to appear on his forehead. At this moment, he finally realized one thing: these words could not be written down anymore.
Here is the translation:
Below are Qin Huang and Han Wu, Tang Zong and Song Zu... But in reality, there is no such thing as Tang Zong and Song Zu, let alone the later generations of proud sons.
He copied this article wrong.
What's going on, this is so awkward.
You said there are so many poems in your belly, why not just copy one casually? Why can't you copy another one after copying one? If you erase the one you wrote and rewrite a new one, isn't it even more embarrassing.
Waiting online, quite urgent.
"How come you haven't written anything?" Tang Ruzai asked tentatively.
Cheng Dalai suddenly stood up and casually threw his pen on the table, saying: "This is enough."
"Enough, what's enough?"
"Just the first half is enough, it shocks Jiangnan, and the whole article shakes the world below, so that's enough." Cheng Dalai took out the set of tricks he used to fool Li Xiangzhe again.
"Uh..."
Tang Ru was just getting excited, his emotions stirred up by the lyrics, and he was about to let loose with a passionate rendition, when Cheng Da Lei suddenly told him there were no more verses. It's like watching a blockbuster movie, only to have it cut off in the last twenty minutes - it's incredibly frustrating.
"Can we go now?"
"Of course, of course."
Tang Ruzai watched as Cheng Darui walked downstairs, and from the look in his eyes, he felt a bit like he was going to be Cheng's lackey.
He just came back to his senses, glanced at the table and suddenly burst into thunder: "The word, who of you hid it?"
Several people upstairs stared with their eyes, watched with their hearts, and kept silent, pretending they hadn't seen anything.
Cheng Dalai had just come down the stairs when he ran into the innkeeper, Niu Benshan. Niu Benshan accompanied him with a smile and said: "Sir, are you going to attend the Debating Treasure Conference in the Jiazi Courtyard? I can have my men lead the way."
"No, I'm a bit tired today. Let's go take another look tomorrow. Anyway, there's still tomorrow." Cheng Dalai said, suddenly remembering something and rushed to Niu Benshan: "Someone may come looking for me tonight, remember to tell them I live at Dingzi Number."
"I'll definitely remember to tell them when they come." Then Niu Benshan casually asked, "What kind of person?"
"No need to bother, we're already here."
Just then, a group of people rushed into the inn. There were about 70 or 80 heads, instantly filling the lobby of the inn.
"Let's get down to business, irrelevant people scatter." Li Jiaming said.
Niu Ben Shan was startled, how did the evil star of the Cao Gang end up here. He hastily blocked Li Jia Ming: "Li Ye, our relationship with the Cao Gang has always been good, and we've never shortchanged them on their monthly offerings, what's going on today?"
"Mind your own business and stay out of it."
The people of the boat gang started cleaning up, and soon the entire hall was left with only a few people, including Cheng Dairen. Xu Shenji and Zhao Zilong also arrived at the hall upon hearing the news.
Then a sedan stopped at the inn's entrance. Someone lifted the curtain, and an old man with white hair and no beard slowly walked into the hall.
"It's Old Man Sun!"
Niu Ben Shan was so frightened that he fell to the ground inside the counter, while Sun Lao Ye Zi, who was already advanced in age and rarely seen by ordinary people, had also arrived today.
They glanced at Cheng Dairen and his gang, wondering how they had brought about this disaster.
"I heard that someone was going to set rules for the dock, and it turned out to be you, a young whippersnapper?" The old man raised his head, looking at Cheng Dalai with cloudy eyes.
Cheng Dalai sipped his tea: "Who else could it be but you, this old thing that refuses to die?"
Wow!
The magpie was silent, and the old man Sun's status was such that no one dared to speak to him in this tone. Even Old Man Sun's expression was taken aback, his face squeezing out a stiff smile.
"A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger..."
"Boss, don't waste your breath on him, let me take care of him first." Li Jiaying shouted.
"The gang is really lawless, anyone can speak." Cheng Dalai blew away the foam on his tea cup.
Old Sun's mouth twitched twice and he glared fiercely at Li Jiaming.
"Is anyone here?!"
"Master, it's right here, I saw them go in with my own eyes."
"Go, and don't let them off!"
Outside the inn, a loud sound like a flood bell rang out. Some of the boatmen's underlings rushed in and whispered a few words in Old Sun's ear.
"Master, Hong Tianji from the Golden Dragon Escort Agency has arrived."
"We and the Golden Dragon Escort Agency have always been like well water not offending river water, what are they doing here..." The old man's eyes fell on Cheng Da Lei's body, seeing that he was still drinking tea slowly, thinking to himself: Could it be that this person is a pawn released by the Golden Dragon Escort Agency to save face for our Chuo Gang.
Hmph, if it's really like that, then the Boating Clan isn't afraid of your Golden Dragon Dart Bureau.
"Let them in." The old man closed his eyes, like an old monk entering meditation.
"Sun Delong, what's going on? Are you going to let that little brat get away with it?"
With a loud voice like a bell, a fat man over fifty years old walked in. He was the master of Jindragon Escort Bureau, Huang Tianji. Now that he is older and no longer escorts, when he was young, he was also a well-known figure in the green forest of Nanguo. The banner of Jindragon Escort Bureau was hung out, and there were several states in Nanguo, whether by water or land, where no mountain stronghold dared to take action.
At this moment, Sun Delong opened his eyes: "What's going on? Didn't you want to back up this kid?"
"What's the point of supporting him, isn't it for you to help this kid get ahead?"
Huh?
The two of them were stunned at the same time, their eyes flickering, and finally fixed their gaze on Cheng Darui.
Second floor, Tang Ruzai and a few people stuck their heads out to look down. Just now, the Huo Bang had scared them, and now the Golden Dragon Escort Agency had also arrived. How could one person manage to offend both of these powerful forces at the same time?
Cheng Da Lei sat there, still drinking tea at his own pace. He suddenly lifted the teapot and asked: "Who added water?"
