Since this place is still in the Grand View Garden, the only "farmhouse" in the Grand View Garden is obviously "Daohua Village". Then the child and the woman behind him who are beautiful but simple and elegantly dressed without any luxury are naturally about to emerge. This child is Jia Lan, the posthumous son of Jia Zheng's dead eldest son Jia Zhu. Behind Jia Lan is Li Wan, who ranks eleventh among the Twelve Beauties of Jinling.

Jia Lan ran out and held his hand: "Uncle Bao, Uncle Bao, Xiaolan has recently written a poem. Uncle Bao, please help me see it?"

Li Wan stood behind her son and said helplessly: "How come he wants you to help him read it? He just recently got a poem and had a little success in fairy art, so he looked for people everywhere to show off."

Jia Lan said, "Uncle Bao, look!" He turned around and chanted, "General Lin Siniang, the jade is the muscles, bones, iron is the intestines; he sacrificed his life to claim to Queen Heng, and Qingzhou is also fragrant on this day!"

As he spoke, his little hands flew, and rows of palm shadows were patted with yellow light. After a while, he turned around and said, "Uncle Bao, look, how about it?"

Sun Yan thought to himself, it's not bad... I finally met my eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms that I could beat...

The question is, what can I compare with a six or seven-year-old child? It’s all tears if I talk too much!

The poem Jia Lanyin is actually just average, but considering his age and being of this level is considered a genius. No wonder he was able to succeed in "Dream of Red Mansions". Among all the Twelve Beauties of Jinling, no one else ended up with good results, and only Li Wan, who kept most of his son, worked hard for a lifetime, and finally became rich by his mother.

Since the child is so happy to show off, he naturally has to praise him, which makes the little nephew almost feel happy even...

***

After saying goodbye to Li Wan and his son, he walked on the road and asked about Tongling Baoyu quietly. Finally, he realized that there is indeed a way of immortality in this world, but unlike other worlds, the way of immortality in this world is also a "poetry way", or "using poetry into the way".

In this world, the better the poetry is, the higher the Taoist Dharma. The Zhuji Sword and Yanxia Gong, passed down by the Jia family, were also created on the spot after the ancestors of the Jia family, Duke Rongguo and Duke Ningguo, wrote amazing works on the battlefield, and then killed all directions on the battlefield to be named Duke Lehou.

But in this way, Sun Yan understood.

The better the poem is, the higher the ability... Isn't this just copying poetry?

When Sun Yan used to read online articles, his favorite thing was to copy poetry streams. I didn’t expect that it was finally my turn now. Speaking of which, I should actually be considered a time traveler, right? I traveled to another world, copied poetry, and then became famous in one fell swoop... Haha, I didn’t expect that I would have such a glorious day.

I happily returned to Yihongyuan, and asked Xiren to pick up the pen and paper, and Qingwen grind the ink.

Sun Yan picked up the pen and thought about it... Since he wanted to copy the poem, he must first figure out what famous masters there are in this world and which poets have not been born yet, so that he will not accidentally copy the wrong ones.

"Qingwen," he asked, "What do you think of Li Bai's poem?"

"Of course there is no need to say," Qingwen said quickly, "The flow of water flows down three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way fell to the sky... Li Taibai and Li Shixian were the peerless earth immortals who opened up the fairyland of Shu with a song "The Road to Shu" and it is rumored that he had ascended to become the Taibai Star Lord in the upper realm."

Uh...it seems that copying Li Bai's poems is not enough.

Why don’t you skip the Tang Dynasty and try the Song Dynasty’s poems?

He pondered for a moment: "Ten years of life and death are inseparable, and if you don't think about it, you will never forget it..."

"Master Bao Er likes Mr. Dongpo's song "Jiangchengzi". I like it very much. Whenever I read this sentence, I feel that my heart is about to be broken," Qingwen said giggly, "But don't let the master hear it, otherwise the master will say that you are sad about spring and autumn, and you will not be a great person."

Uh... Is the Song Dynasty not the case?

Sun Yan thought for a while: "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes... Below is..."

"...The right and wrong, success and failure turn out to be empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times!" Qingwen smiled, "How could Master Bao Er not even remember this? Could it be that he was comparing us in the exam?"

Sun Yan: "..." Not even the Ming Dynasty?

Could it be that I can only copy the Qing Dynasty?

He asked carefully: "By the way, Nalan Rongruo's poems... do you like them?"

Xiren and Qingwen looked at each other. Xiren said, "I wonder who Nalan Rongruo is?"

"Nalan Rongruo is Nalan Xingde!"

Qingwen said: "It must be another friend Bao Erye, who you are having, outside? Look at the surname Nalan... Which place is the barbarian from? No matter how good the poem is, can that person compare with Miss Xue and Miss Lin?"

Fortunately, at least Nalan Rongruo was not born yet.

In this way, Sun Yan understood that because Cao Xueqin, who wrote "Dream of Red Mansions", was originally from the Qing Dynasty, there was nothing strange about famous scholars before the Qing Dynasty. And Nalan Rongruo, who was the first poet of the Qing Dynasty, should have been born earlier than Cao Xueqin, Cao Xueqin actually avoided the Qing Dynasty in "Dream of Red Mansions", and it was normal that Nalan Rongruo did not appear.

No matter what, Nalan Rongruo was also a famous talent in the Qing Dynasty. After he decided, he would copy him.

Sun Yan picked up the brush, dipped it ink, and looked at the rice paper... After a while, he raised his head and looked at the window and cried silently.

Nalan Rongruo's poems...I can't even have any sentences...

***

What does it mean to regret only when you use books? Sun Yan now deeply understands this truth.

It turns out that I am the kind of time traveler who can't even copy books when I go to another world?

Since he couldn't copy it, he had to lie back on the bed. Because it was the fairy version of Dream of Red Mansions, he felt abnormal everywhere, so what was the "abnormal point" he really needed to find was useless. However, this task was actually the first task he had done with merit.

Thinking of Li Wan and Jia Lan and his son, he couldn't help but think of his mother. Although his mother was trying to die by herself, how could he really let her suffer in the city of vain? Speaking of which, it has been several months since he entered the heaven world, and he has not earned any merit point yet. Although as the saying goes, "If you want to do something good, you must first sharpen your tools." He is not playing, but is always working hard, but dragging on like this is not a solution.

In any case, the merit value of this task must be earned.

In my thoughts, Lin Meimei's voice came from outside: "Baoyu? Are you here in Baoyu?"

Sun Yan jumped up and pulled up the curtains by himself. Lin Daiyu covered her heart with her hand and stood in the yard with her maid Zijuan. At this moment, Lin Meimei had a slightly frown of eyebrows, weak bones supported the wind, and she would fall down when the wind blew. Sun Yan quickly asked Xiren and Qingwen to invite her in and said, "My sister Lin, you are in poor health. Just let me go if you have anything to do..."

Although it is a world with fairy arts, Lin Daiyu seems to be better than others because of her good poetry, even in "Dream of Red Mansions", her body is obviously still weak. It seems that the fairy arts in this world cannot cure her illness.

Lin Daiyu snorted, turned her back and said sharply: "Have you gone to see Sister Bao again?"

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Chapter completed!