Chapter 68: This man is alone in the corner (Part 1)

"So that the grass saint Zhang Xu was so young! God, Zhang's trip is really good!" The same excitement, in Zhang Qian's eyes, was very different from everyone around him.

In the 21st century, whether he looked at Wang Zhihuan, Zhang Jiuling, or Zhang Xu, they were all a few lifeless words in the book, or a portrait printed on paper.

Whether he admires these people, he puts mustaches on the portraits, bicycles, or flying brooms, these people always need to look up to, just like the cold stars billions of light years away in the night sky.

But now, these people are standing in front of him, the same age as him, sharing the same food, beautiful scenery, and the same liveliness with him!

Next, these people may get together with him to call him brothers, drink and go crazy, grow up, sing, and even fight side by side. They may witness the upcoming Kaiyuan prosperous era and share the glory and dreams of the Chinese nation in the Middle Ages!

What kind of happiness and luck will this be? Thinking about it a little bit, it will make people feel excited.

He, Zhang Qian, will watch Wang Zhihuan with his own eyes, from a young ranger to a giant pillar of the frontier poetry school. He, Zhang Qian, will watch Zhang Jiuling with his own eyes, from a ninth-rank sesame official who returned to Beijing to a famous prime minister for his eternal purposes. He, Zhang Qian, will watch Zhang Xu with his own eyes, from a passionate scholar to a Chinese grass saint, a legend of the wine country for all ages. He, Zhang Qian, will watch with his own eyes...

He will look at them.

They would also look at him.

He has become and eventually become one of them. Together, he shines the entire Tang Dynasty starry sky!

"God, thank you!" Zhang Qian secretly turned his head and wiped the corners of his eyes.

He decided to shake hands with God completely and make peace. From then on, he never greeted the other ancestors at all times. Although God never heard his scolding, he might not care about his gratitude.

Although, although God threw him into the black hole in time and space, he did not give him the old man and monster-killing upgrade system that he could carry with him.

As my heart was surging, a "ding ding dong dong" music suddenly came from my ears. I looked up again and saw a bearded young man playing a sword and singing. His voice was loud and bright, and it instantly resounded through the sky: "The frost covered the grass and trees withered red. The leaves fell all over the ground. Where are the lotus on the stream now? The wild chrysanthemums by the fence laughed at the autumn wind..."

"Wang Ziyu is crazy, and I will let you live!" The Wei Dao covered his forehead with his hands and felt painless.

"Brother Ziyu is a hurry, especially when he has wine at hand!" Knowing that Zhang Qian was the first time to attend such a poetry meeting, Wang Zhihuan whispered intimately, "He is from Taiyuan, with a single name of Han. He is handsome and unruly by nature and likes to travel around with a sword. Last year, he used a sentence, "Don't laugh at me when you are drunk on the battlefield. In ancient times, several people have returned to war, so that all the talents present have no courage to start writing! Today, everyone has sipped the chrysanthemums, and he threw away the jade first. Next, I am afraid that those who want to write poetry will have to consider whether what they took out is a brick."

"So it was him?" Zhang Qian immediately matched the beard that was playing the sword and making songs with the memory in his mind.

However, Wang Han in my memory is far less lively and interesting than Wang Han in front of me. He is so bold and unrestrained that he only writes with great satisfaction and ignores whether the later generations still have the courage to start writing.

Based on the experience Zhang Qian got from dating classmates in college, those who are usually unrestrained are not scheming. So while admiring, he instinctively wanted to get closer, and met Wang Han with a glass of wine and chatted for a few casual conversation. Unexpectedly, before he could move, he saw He Zhizhang's book boy He Jun, rushing towards him.

"Zhang Shaolangjun, Zhang Shaolangjun. My master said that he wanted to introduce several seniors to you. He couldn't get rid of himself, so he asked me to come and ask you if you are free now?" Before Zhang Qian asked about the other party's purpose, He Jun stopped and told him very politely.

"He Taichang is looking for me?" Zhang Qian was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked around. Soon, on the other side of the garden, under a huge pavilion, he saw He Zhizhang holding a wine cup and signaling him from afar.

Not daring to let the other party wait for a long time, he quickly sued Wang Zhihuan, Wei Dao and the others, turned and headed straight to the big pavilion. As soon as he arrived nearby, he heard He Zhizhang smile and said, "Here is here, he is here! Longweng, Daoji, Anzhi, this is the Zhang Yongzhao I just mentioned to the three of you. Although he is a child of the Mo family, he has a deep understanding of my Confucian classics. An occasional statement can even be regarded as a stone from another mountain."

This can't be considered just a gift on Zhang Qian's face, it's almost like pouring gold powder directly from the top of his head. He praised Zhang Qian and suddenly became hot. He quickly bent down and saluted the four elders in the pavilion, including He Zhizhang. "I learned from Zhang Qian and met Senior He. I have met Seniors! I don't know the world is so strong that I understand the words of the ancestors. I am also a joke. Please forgive me!"

"What does it mean to make a laughing joke? If everyone can't speak when they meet their seniors, how can they know that they have insufficient knowledge?" On pure academic issues, He Zhizhang has never been as cautious as he is in the official dispute. He immediately took the conversation and retorted with a smile, "Young people should not be too humble, otherwise they will lose their spirits. You must show off your axe. In this way, Lu Ban will give you some advice. When Lu Ban is old, his dusk will inevitably cover his eyes. Seeing the shadow of the young people, you may also get some inspiration, making his skills go one step further!"

"Senior, open-minded, I admire him!" Zhang Qian felt nervous when he was said, and he smiled and bowed again.

"There is no need to admire you. I'll just send more people to send some good wine to my house in the future! To be honest, since I drank your wine, the other wines in Chang'an City have all turned into fermented glutinous rice!" He Zhizhang smiled and joked, then reached out to the old man opposite, "Come on, Zhao, this old friend who has seen me, Long Ze, has a surname Bi, and has a single name with a single name. He was ordered to go on a tour of Runzhou a few years ago. Now he has just returned to Chang'an to report his work!"

"I am Zhang Yongzhao, Hejian, and I have met Long Weng!" Zhang Qian saw that the old man's hair and hair were all white, and immediately respectfully gave the courtesy of his younger brother to pay homage to his elders.

"You guys, you have to be polite. I have left half of the wine you gave to Ji Weng a few days ago. In recent days, wine insects are rushing up. I didn't expect that at Shiweng's house, I actually saw the original owner of the wine!" Bi Gou, known as Longweng, smiled and stood up, clasped his fists slightly to return.

"I specially brought people to make four barrels to cheer up today's chrysanthemum feast." Seeing that the old man had no airs at all, Zhang Qian felt more relaxed. After thinking about it, he smiled and revealed, "Senior Zhang had ordered people to deliver the wine to the kitchen just now. He should have used a wine pot to warm it up, and he would order someone to deliver it."

"In this way, the wine in this glass cannot be drunk anymore!" Bi Gouwen heard it and decisively pushed the wine cup beside him and the rice wine inside to the side, and declared with a smile.

"I have this intention too!" He Zhizhang laughed and agreed, then reached out to a middle-aged man with black hair next to Bi Gou, "Yong Zhao, this is also my friend, Zhang Daoji, a single name, and a word. His article has a great spirit. If you want to go to school in the future, you might as well use it to study repeatedly."

"I am Zhang Qian in Hejian, see Dao Gong!" After seeing too many celebrities in one day, Zhang Qian's heart became numb. He bowed openly and saluted the famous minister of the Kaiyuan era in front of him.

"You don't have to be polite to use Zhao!" Zhang laughed, stood up, and bowed gently. "What you said just now is really too high. If you are interested in studying, it's better to choose his article to figure it out. He is a real top scholar!"

"Daoji, you use me as a shield again!" He Zhizhang immediately took over the conversation, smiled and "condemned". Then, he reached out to the third elder present and introduced to Zhang Qian solemnly.

This person's name is Wang Shi, whose courtesy name is Anzhi. He is also a master of articles. However, Zhang Qian did not notice his name in history and literature books. Therefore, he did not feel any turmoil in his heart and greeted each other generously.

"Today's chrysanthemum-tasting feast, you brought wine, but did you bring poems?" He Zhizhang invited so many young people to the banquet with Zhang Ruoxu's garden, and he originally wanted to take the opportunity to support his younger generation. Therefore, when Zhang Qian saw the gifts one by one with the elders in the pavilion, he immediately asked with a smile.

Zhang Qian had been hinted countless times by Zhang Ruoxu, and he was almost caught for him, so he must have made some preparations in advance. At this moment, he heard He Zhizhang's question and quickly responded with shamelessness, "I'm sorry, this younger generation is not good at poetry and prose. I have been thinking hard in the past few days and have barely put together one. I really don't dare to take it out and I'm afraid to take it out!"

"What does it mean to be dirty and deceiving people's eyes and ears? Poetry is about making one's own voice. As long as it is a work of heart, you might as well take it out and take it out!" He Zhizhang did not give him a chance to be modest, but just smiled and urged him.

"Then I will be ugly!" Zhang Qian had no choice but to bite the bullet and put his hand into his sleeve. He took out the poem he had pieced together after he had been thinking about for several nights, and asked He Zhizhang to correct him in person.

The reason why he would rather show his ugly appearance than be a copycat is not that he has some moral integrity, but that he really can't bear it.

A stunning and stunning person like Zhang Ruoxu left two poems in his life. He sent one poem away and lost half of it. He casually put half of the achievements of others on his face. If he gave birth to a child in the future, he would definitely not have a bad eyebrow.

The medical technology of the Tang Dynasty was not developed and could not produce artificial anus. However, those pirated merchants and literary copyists in the 21st century did not need to worry about this. In addition to making a fortune, they also made great contributions to the anorectal department.

Zhang Qian used to think of the masterpieces written by Shiquan Old Man before. Although among the more than 40,000 poems, those about chrysanthemums can be caught casually, the quality of the masterpieces by Shiquan Old Man is so stable that it is really terrible. Almost every poem and the work of Lao Tongsheng in the village head seems to be that none of them can meet the standards of juren, let alone any poem that can make people shine.

Therefore, rather than copying such poems, Zhang Qian is better to compile them himself. Although he may not be clever in compilation, as He Zhizhang said, writing poems requires the meaning of making one's own voice. As long as you do it with your heart, the quality is not embarrassing at all.

As for whether his "masterpiece" would be crumpled into a piece of paper on the spot after being read by He Zhizhang. Zhang Qian didn't care. Anyway, his level was that way. If he worked hard for ten years, he would not be able to catch He Zhizhang's eyes.

"Look at the chrysanthemums, listen to me." Just as he was about to accept a blow, He Zhizhang had already knocked on the table as accompaniment and read out the poem he wrote loudly. "Under the lonely eastern fence, two or three sparse clusters, just for the flowers to bloom late, and the spring breeze cannot be received!" (Note: The poem is randomly compiled, showing off his awesomeness to make a smile.)

Bi Gou and Wang Shi heard this, frowned slightly, then nodded and smiled. Obviously, Zhang Qian's "axe" today was a bit too clumsy when it fell into their eyes.
Chapter completed!