Seven-character characters are expensive today!

The development of poetry is a long and complex process. From the four-character poem in the Book of Songs to Ban Gu's five-character poem "Song of History", which is the emergence of the first five-character poem of the literati, it took more than five-character poem during the period. If it was calculated to the Six Dynasties when the five-character poem was mature, it would last for a thousand years; from Ban Gu's "Song of History" to Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing", the first seven-character poem with evidence was more than two hundred years. By the time the seven-character poem came, it was already the Tang Dynasty. In short, it was another six hundred years.

It is difficult to write poetry, but it is even more difficult to create a style of poetry. From five-character to seven-character, it seems that two words are added, but the rhythm of the poem has completely changed. Four-character poems have two-two rhythms, one sentence is half-two, which seems a bit dull. Five-character poems are two-three, and seven-character poems are four-three, which are in neat order, lively and vivid, and catchy, so they gradually develop into the main form of poetry. After five-character poems, they are long and short sentences from the late Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty lyrics. The number and form of words change again, and the rhythm also changes accordingly.

In the final analysis, the development of poetry is slow and complex, from temperament to sensual and color, to the unity of temperament and harmony, and then begins to split. This process requires not only a stunning guide, what predecessors cannot, what the ancestors did not think of, but also requires the careful watering and cultivation of generations of literati. Even so, it often takes a hundred years and hundreds of years of waiting to bloom dazzling flowers.

At this time, the State of Chu was in a period of transformation from five-character to seven-character, ancient style to regulated verse. People think of change, and poetry also think of change. It is precisely because of this that Xu You's ten seven-character poems were extremely praised and appreciated by Zhang Zihua and the scholars present. Otherwise, if we move forward for three hundred years, Xu You would have to honestly write five-character poems and dare not take the risk of confronting the trend to show off any seven-character poems!

Time is the momentum!

How can you not win?

Countless eyes were wandering around Xu You, not knowing whether it was envy or jealousy, or both, but more were the admiration and worship hidden deep in his heart.

Seven-character poems are noble today. With Zhang Zihua's identity and status, no matter who wants to write seven-character poems in the future, no matter how high the achievements they have, they will humbly respect Xu You as the genre of seven-character poems.

This is not only about keeping a name in history, but also about leaving a brilliant chapter in literature, history and poetry. The peak of dreams that many people have always dreamed of, and the extravagant hope that many people have spent their whole lives fell on Xu You like this. However, he is still a boy less than seventeen years old!

This is the most talented person!

Gu Yun gave Xu You a big hug. Xu You always felt strange when he hugged his soft body, but he was also very moved when he heard him with some inspiration and encouragement in his ears.

"Feiqing, thank you!"

Gu Yun let go of his hand, pounded his shoulder happily, and said, "What are you thanking me, this is what you won by your ability!"

When he disagreed with the public and fought for Xu You to participate in the Yaji Festival; when he ignored the ridicule, he ran downstairs and held Xu You's hand and climbed up to the heights of the third floor step by step; when he watched Xu You standing in the hall where heroes gathered, accepting others' scrutiny and difficulties; when he finally saw Xu You showing off his talents and being above him, his nervous heart suddenly relaxed.

Since we met, Xu You has never disappointed him!

Never!

The truly disappointed person was standing in the corner, looking at Xu You who was surrounded by stars and the moon, his fingertips were deeply trapped in his palm, his teeth were biting tightly, and he could not show a despicable expression on his face. The feeling of being frustrated to the limit was simply worse than death. A few bone-broken hatred flashed in Lu Xu's eyes, and he listened to those who had originally flattered him, but he greeted Xu You very friendly. He could no longer hold back, separated the crowd, walked to Xu You, and said, "Congratulations, I wish you a good master!"

Xu You only looked at him and knew that Lu Xu's self-control had reached the verge of collapse. Winning and losing were common in military affairs, and Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi could not guarantee victory in every battle. However, the literati had a small heart and a big heart for victory and defeat, and he could not lose. Especially those who have always stood at the top of the pyramid, who have been looking down on all living beings, and once they fell into the mortal world, they would definitely find it difficult to accept this reality.

What should I do if it is difficult to accept?

Some people will indulge in it, and some people will be fierce and fight back.

Lu Xu belongs to the latter!

"Oh, may you still suspect that I steal the poem?" Xu You smiled and said, "Or, is Lu Langjun complaining that his master is not as good as others?"

Lu Xu's meaning is that Xu You is lucky and his master happened to be good at writing poetry, so it is nothing great to hand over his disciple who can write poetry, and there is no other meaning. However, after Xu You's interpretation, it makes people feel that Lu Xu is still chasing the matter of stealing poetry, which is really a shameless person and does not respect his master enough.

"You!" Lu Xu felt the contempt in the eyes of the surroundings. It was something that would never have happened before. He was panicked and angry, and said without hesitation, "What else do you do except a sharp mouth?"

"You can write poetry!"

Xu You looked at an idiot, and the people around him could no longer help laughing. Lu Xu blushed into the setting sun, and he was breathing heavily in his nose, as if he wanted to swallow Xu You alive.

Zhang Zihua couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Lu Xu, step back! Think about the books you read, what principles have the saints taught you, don't act recklessly!"

Zhang Zihua's reprimand was the last straw that crushed Lu Xu. He grew up so big and had never known elders who had been harshly accusing him of this. He immediately put aside everything and said regardless of it: "Reporting to Dazhongzheng, although I lost to Xu You in terms of poetry, I still want to compare it with Xu Langjun to a fu!"

As soon as this sentence was said, even Lu Xu's iron-killer Yu Gong couldn't help frowning. He just wrote the snow poem and lost to Xu You, but he lost calmly. After all, the gap was there, and it was impossible to accept it. But Lu Xu's performance at this moment was somewhat inferior. He can be intensive in poetry, but it doesn't take long, but how can he write fu in a short time? It can be as short as ten days and half a month, and ten years and eight years. I have never heard of Ya Ji that he recites poetry, paints, drinks and sings, but he has never heard of someone who has made a large number of good fu. Isn't this a forceful way?

Zhang Zihua didn't expect that Lu Xu was not only disobedient, but also dared to fight against him. She immediately lowered her face and said, "Lu Xu, do you know what you are talking about? I think you are drunk, come here, send Lu Langjun to the next door for a while to rest!"

"I'm not drunk, but I'm more awake!" Lu Xu slowly knelt down, his hands folded, his forehead sank, and said, "Please be sure of Da Chung-hsiung!"

Zhang Zihua also knew that he lost to Xu You, and his resentment was uneasy. But if he really wanted to force Xu You to compete with him for a fu, how could he have the face of Da Zhongzheng? Everyone knows that Lu Xu's poems, two treasures, one fu lost, and one fu would never lose cleanly. This is clearly a big opening of convenience and a chance to retaliate against Xu You. He was concerned about the friendship between Zhang and Lu, and he could not ignore the clear discussions of the world!

Lu Xu, he had a big problem!

While in a dilemma, Xu You stood up and said, "Since Lu Langjun insisted on this, I have to respect myself rather than obey my destiny. Dazhongzheng, I only have one request. After I make a fu, no matter who loses and who wins, I can't continue to linger. Otherwise, I will stop doing anything in the future and just play with Lu Langjun!"

These words gave Zhang Zihua a step and rescued him from the dilemma. He was much better than Lu Xu when he knew his heart and mind. However, Xu You always had the same style. Those who could humiliate the enemy in words would never miss the opportunity, so he was sarcastic and his words were vicious, but when he heard it, he felt humorous and funny, and immediately laughed again.

Poor Lu Xu's face turned red and blue and white again. Once upon a time, when he moved his fingers, most of the people here would obediently run to the side to flatter, but today, it has become a laughing stock for everyone!

A great shame, a great shame!

Lu Xu's fingertips pricked blood in his palm, and he had only one thought in his mind: If you don't avenge this, you will never be a human being!

"Okay, since Xu You agrees, let the two of you compete again! But remember, Yaji is a place where friends are made by literature, so you should not make enemies because of this. Winning is happy, but defeat can benefit from it. This is a good thing for both worlds, can you remember it?"

"Remember!"

"Remember!"

The two answered at the same time, and Zhang Zihua stroked her beard and said, "Then, I'll give a question..."

"Great Zhongzheng!" Xu You bowed and said, "I want to find a good idea. When discussing poetry, Lu Langjun pointed two words. This time, can I give the title?"

Zhang Zihua smiled and said, "Well, you come and ask questions!"

When it comes to writing Fu, Lu Xu had a strong sense of confidence, and most of the people present were not optimistic about Xu You. Fu is different from poetry. Poetry is based on love and lushness. Poetry is the way God appreciates food. There is something, there is nothing. Fu is bright and bright, and you have to go through the scriptures and study hard. This is the result of decades of accumulation. There are three great books on horns and Wei's works, and they are afraid that they will not be able to read a lot of books.

Although Lu Xu's character is still to be discussed, he is extremely talented and diligent in studying. He is not the kind of person who does not work hard because of his intelligence. Therefore, his fu is valued by the Three Wu Shilin. It is precisely because a fu covers everything, can read the meaning of the scriptures, can see allusions, can reveal the talent of economics and worldly affairs, and can naturally express the personal literary talent and pattern.

How old is Xu You? Even though he has been studying since childhood, he still has to spend time to practice martial arts. Xu is not a great scholar from aristocratic family who passed down the poetry and rituals. How can he compare to Lu Xu, who has a family background?

Some people have already regretted Xu You because he could have rejected this seemingly unfair proposal, but after all, he is young and energetic and has no patience for a while, and will continue his perfect performance today.

Fu includes short fu, fu, fu, fu, fu and fu. Chu State inherited the Han and Wei fu, and took fu as the top fu. Xu Yousi thought about it and finally decided to put on a big killing weapon. Otherwise, if Lu Xu really wrote a fu that was comparable to Yu Xin and Bao Zhao, it would be too late to regret it.
Chapter completed!