The 55th Poem Maniac

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  Kao Wu pointed at his head and said, "Relying on my wisdom."

  What kind of wisdom was it that Ao Wu didn't say. However, his persistence made the four people unable to persuade him even if they wanted to.

  When the time came, he went up to Zhang Fei's mansion.

  Kao Wu was a famous talented scholar from Liangfu County.

  Zhang Yan is a Confucian master and an authority on culture!

  Kou Wu visits Zhang's mansion, is he there to apologize or to provoke a fight?

  For a time, it became the most sensational thing in Liangfu County.

  When Ao Wu and a few others arrived at Zhang's residence, they saw that it was indeed crowded. This must be all the people who came to watch the play!

  The common people all knew that it was Ao Wu who had saved them. When Ao Wu arrived, they all bowed respectfully and made way for him.

  Entering Zhang's mansion and arriving at the main hall, a white-bearded old man with an ethereal air sat in the middle, surrounded by an aura of books, who should be Zhang Heng.

  Behind and beside him stood thirty or forty men who looked like scholars, many of whom were holding rolls of cloth, as if they had come prepared.

  It seems they have long been prepared to make things difficult for Ao Wu.

  I didn't expect it, but even the rich second generation has arrived!

  "You wicked disciple, you have gone against the will of your elders and deceived the masses with your evil words..." Zhang Yan's voice rose and fell as he began to question.

  Kao Wu raised his hand and said, "As a student, I should pay respects to my teacher. Although we have our differences, this is what a student should do! I know you all want to target me, and many of you have prepared your tactics. To save you the trouble, I'll just say it outright. The teacher wants to expel me from the school, and many of you would like to see that happen. I'll grant your wish, I agree with the teacher!"

  As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

  Being able to hang a name under Zhang Yan's door is something that others can't even ask for, like the rich second generation, it took a lot of effort to squeeze in. But Ao Wu said lightly, no need!

  Kao Wu raised his hand again, and everyone unconsciously fell silent.

  "You want to ask for my crime, it's just the ghost trouble a few days ago. Mr. Zhang is old and his body is not convenient at night, he didn't come out, I can understand this, but everyone in the county saw it, how can it be fake? Relying on being an old man, using one's own feelings to erase the facts, questioning my crime, does that make sense?" Ao Wu sneered.

  Zhang Yan angrily said: "Hu......"

  "I've finished speaking, now it's your turn to comment. Doesn't the old master even have this bit of patience? The students standing behind you must all believe in what you say, right? But do you know, they don't actually believe in you at all, they're just deceiving you. Don't believe me? Ask them, did the talisman at their door follow you and get torn off together?" Ao Wu sneered as he glanced back at the thirty or forty students behind him.

  They were originally full of vigor and morale before hearing this, with ample combat effectiveness.

  But when they heard Ao Wu's words, they all panicked.

  Zhang Yan looked at them, and they all lowered their heads in guilt.

  Zhang Yan was very surprised, and then very disappointed.

  "The facts will speak for themselves, and the people of the entire county won't be fooled again. If they still try to use this matter against me, then it's meaningless." Ao Wu said lightly.

  He pointed to the students behind him and said, "You're all ready to make things difficult for me, aren't you? Not to mention that I look down on you, but why did I quit Zhang's school? It's because my knowledge has already surpassed yours, no need for Mr. Zhang to teach me anymore, let alone compare with you!"

  "How arrogant!" A scholar jumped out and said discontentedly.

  Kao Wu laughed and pointed at him, asking: "Are you guys prepared to make things difficult for me? No need to come out with it, listen up: 'Smoke locks the pond willow', who has a matching couplet?"

  At this remark, all the scholars present caught their breath in unison.

  Carefully crafted, just five simple words, yet containing the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire and earth. To come up with a matching couplet, one must find another pair of characters representing the five elements to form a sentence, but how difficult it is!

  Even Zhang Yan was stunned on the spot!

  "I admit that Wenyuan is absolutely right, but can you come up with a matching couplet yourself? If not, aren't we the same?" A scholar stood out and said with a smirk.

  Kao Wu sneered: "Smoke locks the pond and willow, cannons shake the sea city tower."

  This is a big slap in the face!

  The scholar's face turned green, while others were deep in thought and couldn't come up with anything. When they heard Ao Wu's next line, they suddenly realized their mistake and covered their faces in shame!

  "The lanterns hang low, the brocade curtains are rolled up, and the smoke is locked in the pool's pavilion willows."

  This is another blow to everyone's heart!

  But there are still some shameless people who came out and said: "After all, it's just a casual remark, who hasn't had one before?"

  "Wangjiang Building, overlooking the river, Wangjiang Building on the river, the building and the river are eternal." You don't believe me? I'll recite a few couplets for you!

  A thick-skinned fellow with a green face, watching his lips move as if he wants to say something but can't come up with a rhyme.

  However, Ao Wu immediately followed up and said: "The moon is printed on the well, the moon's shadow, the moon's shadow in the moon-printed well, the moon well for ten thousand years, the moon's shadow for ten thousand years!"

  He raised an eyebrow and continued to strike: "The upper rhyme collects two rivers, arranges eight arrays, six out of seven captures, five Zhang Yuan in front, points forty-nine bright lamps, one heart only for repaying three visits."

  "Lower line: Take Xishu, stabilize Nanyue, and reject the east and north in the central military tent, change the golden wood earth divination, water surface can use fire attack."

  "Upper verse: Nan Tong Zhou, Bei Tong Zhou, Nan Bei Tong Zhou Tong Nan Bei."

  "Lower line: East pawnshop, West pawnshop, East and West pawnshops pawn things."

  The whole scene fell silent, and the common people, the Zhong family father and daughter, Lao Gengtou and others all looked at him with reverence, while Zhang Yan's disciples stared at him in shock.

  He managed to come up with a perfect couplet of a thousand words at once, which is even more difficult than creating a poem in seven steps!

  However, shameless people have always emerged from among the literati. A sharp-faced scholar holding a scroll stepped forward and said: "I have a poem..."

  But he was immediately interrupted by Ao Wu: "Want to compete in poetry, still far from it. Listen to my verse: Smoke and misty water, moonlit sandy shore, Night mooring near the Qinhuai wine house. Chen Niang doesn't know the sorrow of a lost nation, Across the river, she still sings 'Flowers'."

  At this time, the Sui Dynasty was in its heyday and had not yet encountered national difficulties. This poem emerged without any noble qualities of worrying about the country or the people. On the contrary, it ridicules Chen Houzhu, but the exquisiteness and beauty of the poem make it impossible to ignore!

  However, petty people only look for your shortcomings and never recognize your strengths. At this time, someone else jumped out and said: "You haven't been to Qinhuai, how can you write such a poem?"

  “Haha… ” Ao Wu laughed, laughing very freely and unrestrainedly. “If you haven't eaten pork, have you never seen a pig run? Who says that you must go to Qinhuai to write about Qinhuai? Who says that you must hear the sound of flowers to write about flowers? A person's experiences are not only limited to what they've done and seen themselves, but also include what they've heard from others, read in books, and imagined in their own mind. Combining these things, can't one write whatever they want? Can a three-year-old child not write about the hardships of a sixty-year-old man? Only pigs can't do it. Can those who haven't suffered not write about suffering? Only pigs can't do it. Can women not write about men's heroic spirit? Only pigs can't do it. Human imagination is boundless, flying through the sky and earth, what humans can't do, imagination can achieve. The only difference is between humans and pigs!

  The person who was scolded as a pig had his face turn black beyond recognition.

  There are dwarfs, and there are even smaller dwarfs. After the former fell down, the smaller dwarf came out: "You're saying you can write unexperienced scenes, write old men, write women? If you can't write them, then you're just talking nonsense!"

  Laughable, indeed laughable!

  "When will the bright moon appear? I ask the blue sky with a cup of wine. What year is it tonight in the heavenly palace? ... Only wishing we can live long, sharing the beauty of the moon together from afar." Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Head", Ao Wu has not left home, so there is no homesickness to speak of.

  "A brief departure from home, now an old man returns; the local accent remains unchanged, but hair has turned white. Children see me without recognizing me, and laughingly ask what place I come from." - He Zhizhang's "Occasional Writing on Returning to My Hometown", a work of his later years.

  Searching and seeking, cold and clear, desolate and miserable. At the time when warmth turns to cold again, it's hardest to rest. Three cups two saucers of light wine, how can they fight against the wind that comes in the evening? The geese fly over, just at the moment when I'm heartbroken, yet they are old acquaintances.

  The ground is covered with fallen yellow flowers. Withered and worn, who can bear to pick them now? Guarding the window alone, how can I endure the darkness? The phoenix tree and the fine rain, at dusk, drop by drop. This sequence of events, what a sorrowful word it brings! - Li Qingzhao's "Sheng Sheng Man"

  Everyone's face turned white, is this a monster or is this still called poetry?

  Compared with these bookworms, they are simply not in the same league!

  At this time, no one dared to speak again.

  Zhang Yan didn't say another word after he started playing Go with Ao Wu.

  Kao Wu looked at him and said: "Old gentleman, gentlemen and petty men are incompatible, different paths do not make plans together. You should clean up the door."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked away with a carefree attitude.

  The meaning of this sentence is that everyone under Zhang's door is a group of petty people, who have no ability and only behave like petty people. And Ao Wu quitting Zhang's door means he doesn't want to be with these petty people. Alright, I've turned the tables on you, it's not that I did something wrong and left, but rather there are too many petty people among you.

  The last sentence is to clean up the door wind. This is a big move.

  You invited me here, isn't it to get rid of me and tidy up the gate?

  Now you see your own door, it's full of petty people, clean them up yourself!

  Zhang Yan certainly understood all the meanings of Ao Wu's words, his hands on his knees, trembling constantly!

  The people outside cheered and sent their congratulations to the victorious Ao Wu!

  After walking for a while, there were no more civilians following behind.

  Zhong Shenyi and Lao Kui Tou finally started talking, they were quite satisfied with Ao Wu's performance.

  And very cleverly dodged the blame, showed off his abilities, and preserved his reputation. It couldn't get any better than this!

  Zhong Qing whispered: "Can you, write a few more poems for me to listen..."

  The sounds behind became barely audible.

  Kao Wu turned his head to look at her: "Huh? So you like this kind of thing?"

  What's wrong? Can poetry be considered as something? Zhong Qing whispered softly: "If not, how could I choose you as my husband..."

  Hey, this big sister thinks she's whispering, but nobody can't hear her.

  Kao Wu is now building his foundation in the second layer, and his hearing is extremely good. He can clearly hear all statements within a range of three meters. Not to mention that he can also read lip language.

  "So that's the reason, got it. I'll recite a few for you when I have time." Ao Wu said with a smile.

  Zhong Qing was stunned, had she been heard?

  Her face turned red, and then she smiled again, a very sweet smile.

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  It's written so smoothly, can you give it a thumbs up! Haha haha

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