Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

  Cheng Ling set foot on the top of Xianyun Peak.

The peak of   Xianyun Peak is a gentle platform. This is not artificial landscaping, but natural.

   It is like a fairy passing by on a cloud, swinging his magic axe at will, and making a stroke on the top of the peak, so the towering peak becomes an open flat top.

  There are all kinds of strange rocks standing on top of the flat top. These stones are naturally long and rugged. Some look like a crouching cow, some look like a tiger, and some look like auspicious clouds have fallen into the world, with a jade rabbit on the cloud...

   There is also a huge rock, which is very magical.

  It stands in the middle of the flat roof, and it is ten feet high. If people are under it, if they look up, they will feel as if they are looking at a pillar of heaven.

   But if you are far away, from a distance, this strange rock is clearly like a sword fairy with a fluttering robe, pointing southeast of the sword, to watch the world!

  After Cheng Ling went up the mountain, at first glance, he felt dizzy and frightened. The wonders of nature always have many wonderful things that ordinary people can't imagine.

   It is precisely because of this that it is said that people should go out.

   When you look at the various forms of this world, you will naturally feel that the flies and dogs in front of you are nothing more than that.

  Cheng Ling admired the flat-topped rock, and suddenly heard a burst of laughter.

   Hearing the sound, a group of scholars, all dressed as the wind, floated in. The demeanor of the ancient celebrities seems to have reappeared at this time.

One of them talked eloquently and was saying: "In ancient times, there was a wind under the forest, which is called the ancestors of the bamboo forest. Today we do not have bamboo forests, but there are stone forests, dogwoods, and fine wines. If this is the order, everyone will write poems and form a collection of poems. Wouldn't it be a good story to be passed down to future generations after thousands of years?"

   As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted a burst of echoes.

  A scholar is not for the fame and fortune in front of him, but for the fame behind him. There are very few readers who don't care about the name behind them, especially this kind of title.

   Publishing poetry collections is basically no one dislikes it.

   Amidst the echoes, someone suddenly strode out of the crowd and walked towards Cheng Ling.

   Before anyone approached, the laughter came first, it was Luo You!

   "Brother Cheng came in time, come quickly, come quickly, if your masterpiece is missing in today's poetry collection, we will definitely not follow it."

  As Luo You walked around, everyone saw Cheng Ling. Since that day, Cheng Ling's reputation has spread to a small extent since he wrote poems in front of Zhaixinglou. Most of the scholars present have been to Zhaixinglou, and they all know Cheng Ling.

  Someone said happily at the moment: "It's Cheng Lanfang, Brother Luo said you were coming, and you really did! Brother Luo didn't deceive me..."

  The smile on Cheng Ling's face was a little stiff at this moment. She suspected that she had heard it wrong. What did this person call herself?

   "Sure enough, it's Cheng Lanfang, hahaha, come on Cheng Lanfang, we haven't decided on the topic of today's poem, everyone is discussing, what should be the topic!"

   "Cheng Lanfang..."

   "Cheng Lanfang..."

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  Cheng Ling:…

  Cheng Lingru was struck by lightning, she was sure that she had no hallucinations, but she just wished she had hallucinations!

  These people... What kind of brain circuits are these people? Why give her such a nickname—or, instead of a nickname, it should be a name?

   For example, Luo You is called Luo Jinglun?

   Cheng Ling said with difficulty: "Everyone, what is Cheng Lanfang?"

"Brother Cheng, don't you know?" One person walked out from Luo You's side and said with a smile, "I love You Orchid, and Brother Cheng's poems have been spread all over Yongzhou, and even further afield. Brother Cheng Writing orchids has a unique style, and when reading poetry, it seems to have the fragrance of Lanzhi."

  So, everyone called her Cheng Lanfang...

  Cheng Ling has a feeling now: Thank you for your level of nickname, so it seems that Jade Shura can get full marks, hehe, hehe.

  Besides the embarrassment, Cheng Ling suddenly had an idea, and she quickly said: "You brothers love me so much, so you don't have to be so polite. Under the name Cheng Ling, the word is stupid, you brothers can call me stupid."

   Cheng Ling didn't actually have any words, but that didn't prevent her from getting one for herself temporarily.

  Although the ancients took the characters, they usually waited until they were crowned, and they were bestowed by the elders. If they didn't, they were not really ancients in their bones. For her, taking a character for herself was not a psychological burden.

  Luo You and others didn't know the inside story. After hearing Cheng Ling's words, they immediately clasped their fists and called, "Brother Yu."

  Luo You also said with emotion: "Yu's brother was originally Zhong Ling Yuxiu, and even took the name of 'Ling', but your elders chose the word Yuzhi for you, which shows that he has good intentions."

  Cheng Ling just laughed and counted it as a response.

  Luo You introduced the other scholars present to Cheng Ling, and everyone saluted each other, officially met, and then walked together towards the immortal stone in the middle of Xianyun Peak.

There is a pavilion on the side of the    Immortal Stone. This pavilion was newly built by Luo Fujun after he went to Yongzhou to serve as the state shepherd.

  Luo Fujun is also a person who likes to enjoy landscapes. During the Double Ninth Festival two years ago, he even took the initiative to bring local officials and local scholars together to climb the Qingyuan Mountain.

   This time, Luo Fujun did not appear, which is a bit strange.

   Naturally, some scholars present couldn't help but ask Luo You: "Dare to ask Brother Jinglun, won't Master Fujun come to Qingyuan Mountain to climb this year?"

  Luo You said: "My father has some official business to do. This year, I will climb the heights for him. When I plant the cornel, I will also plant one for him."

  The eldest son replaces the father, this is no problem, on the contrary, Luo Fujun's official business can not be asked in depth. At the moment, people just praised Luo You and his son for their love. As for where Luo Fujun went, naturally no one said anything more.

  The topic returns to the Poetry Club.

  There are various forms of poetry clubs today, and the most popular one is Liushou Qushui. But that requires a venue, and although there is a pavilion on Xianyun Peak, the pavilion is not big enough, and the terrain here cannot be placed in the water.

   There is also a simpler and more direct, but also more interesting and combative form, which is "singing poems in a row", also known as "improvisation".

   This kind of difficulty is higher, and it is completely instant. Not only to improvise poetry, but also to meet the situation, in line with the rhythm. If you don't have enough skills to catch the sentences thrown by others, it's really easy to be embarrassed on the spot.

   This form of poetry is also one of the hardest to cheat!

   And Luo You proposed that this time, the Chongyang Poetry Festival will be based on the theme of "reciting poems in a row", and everyone "sings and sings impromptuly", and finally assembled into a book.

   On Xianyun Peak, a lot of scholars have gathered. Most of them are young people, and some are old, but in terms of status, Luo You is still respected.

   For a while, there were echoing voices scattered, and then suddenly someone looked at the mountain road below, and said in surprise: "It's Young Master Lu and Mr. Wu!"

   Another group of people who came to climb the mountain and participate in the poetry meeting came, but this time it was no longer the home of Lu Gongzi, but the home of Luo You.