Absolute for eternity!

As soon as Mr. Tao said this, almost everyone's eyes widened.

Looking at the thousands of years of history in China, there are definitely not many in the ages. Such pairs are the best among couplets and are very rare.

It is absolutely difficult to make it forever. Many couplet masters can't think of one in their lifetime.

The couplet He Xiao is talking about now is actually an absolute thing for all ages?

Everyone felt as if they were listening to a heavenly book, and their minds were dizzy.

"Teacher, you didn't take it wrong? How could he be able to do it forever?" Liu Xiangchun shouted incrediblely from the side, not caring about his image at all.

He loves couplets and has been studying them for half his life. He is immersed in this way, but he has never said that he can make a perfect appearance forever.

How could He Xiao, an outsider and singer, make a couplet of this level?

Old Tao sighed: "This is indeed a look that it is absolutely true. At least no one can tell the truth in our era. Perhaps there are great writers in the future that can crack it."

Everyone looked at each other in a daze about this result.

Mr. Tao's eyes were ruthless and it was impossible to miss the truth. He had confirmed this way. He Xiao's couplet was gone, and it was definitely an absolute thing for all ages.

He Xiao was not surprised by this result.

Because in the world of black mobile phones, "lonely and lonely and widowed" is the absolute forever!

Therefore, it is said that in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, there was a woman from Jiangnan who was talented and beautiful, but later she immediately became a monk because of her grievances.

The woman wrote a first couplet on the wall outside the temple gate - "Lonely and coldly windows are empty and widowed", and admitted that anyone who can respond will be able to agree with each other and return to the world.

For a moment, there were endless literati and scholars who went to deal with it, but in the end they all returned in disappointment.

The end of the story is very regrettable: seeing that there is no confidant in the road ahead, the little woman was disheartened and really stayed in the temple for a lifetime until she died of loneliness.

The reason why "Lonely and coldly in the window and staying in a widow" is a perfect couplet that no one can understand until today is not because of the exquisite mechanism in the text.

But there is really no following to deserve the word "lonely"!

Even though countless people in later generations have tried to match the lower lines, none of them can achieve true perfection, but there are several famous lower lines.

It is said that later, a talented man Cui Fu once said that "the silhouette of the sycamore tree is lying on the wrong side", which was recognized by later generations as the most neat.

Among them, the traditional Chinese character "Qi" is "Mu Wife". The whole sentence is tactful and advises each other not to belittle yourself. Staying with the "rotten pillow" made of "Wu Tong" until old age is just "in vain". The last two words imply mechanisms, "Xiangmu Wife" means "thinking of your wife".

Unfortunately, although Cui Fu's second couplet is very neat, it stops in this artistic conception, and at most it is barely matched.

That's why He Xiao was so confident that he dared to find the place to Mr. Tao and set questions for him.

Because this is recognized as the ageless absolute, and no one has come true for thousands of years, how could Mr. Tao crack it?

"Your Xiaoyou He is extremely smart and can support half of the Chinese literary world. The old man is ashamed of himself, but he is ashamed of himself!" Old Master Tao was convinced. As soon as the ages came out, all the previous anger disappeared, leaving only a full sense of admiration.

He owed He Xiao a request, and when there was a need, He Xiao would make it.

Everyone was in an uproar. No one expected that He Xiao would conquer Mr. Tao. Could he be the legendary top scholar and general of the seven provinces, and he was known as the King of Kings?

"Why laugh is so good!" Liao Yuqing gave a thumbs up. This fight was so exciting, and it was enjoyable to watch it.

Fang Yuping, who was beside him, also lost his chin, completely ignoring the image of a literati, and only the word "awesome" was left in his mouth.

The farce at the party finally came to an end, and the onlookers dispersed in groups of three or three, but everyone remembered the name He Xiao.

Liu Xiangchun had no shame to continue staying there. The people around him pointed at him. He couldn't withstand this pressure, so he left Moxiang Pavilion early.

And another hour later, the annual Lantern Festival gathering in the literary circle began to end, and everyone left one after another.

He Xiao had enough food and drink, so he called Liao Yuqing to join him, intending to send him back to the community first and then go home by himself.

Director Liao drank some wine with his friend, his face flushed and he was very happy. He also became more and more pleasing to He Xiao, and he yelled to send him to the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games.

He laughed and cried, so he could only pat his back from the side, trying to make him spit out in the trash can on the side and be more awake.

"Mr. He stays, my grandfather wants to see you!"

Suddenly, a familiar crisp sound rang out, and Yang Xuening chased after him.

He Xiao turned around and saw Yang Xuening wearing a long black down jacket, wearing a pair of rabbit-shaped ear bags, her little face was red with cold and she ran out of the Moxiang Pavilion with a whimper.

"Master Feng wants to see me?" He Xiao pointed at himself, a little surprised.

Feng Chusheng is a master of Chinese literature and a person who is a martial arts novel. His status in the circle is half a head higher than that of Master Tao. Such characters are definitely able to bear the four words of virtue and respect.

"Yes, my grandfather is coming out soon, please wait a moment." Yang Xuening puts her palm on both sides of her cheeks to keep warm, and she said with a breath.

At this time, Feng Chusheng, who was tall and slow in front of Moxiang Pavilion, had already walked out. It was hard to imagine that this would be an old man in his seventies.

"Man, we are all writing novels. If we have common topics, we won't go around the circle." Feng Chusheng came closer and spoke boldly.

He was a bit rough and his words were in line with his appearance. He was outspoken and did not hide it like Mr. Tao and put a secret trap.

It’s not tiring to deal with such people, so He Xiao is very happy to make friends with them. He shook hands with him immediately and said, “Mr. Feng, I grew up reading your book. Just say something if you have something to do.”

"Okay, I'll just say it, man, I want to ask you for something!"

When Feng Chusheng opened his mouth, it was like thunder, which made the people around him stunned. Even Liao Yuqing, who was lying next to the trash can, was much more energetic.

He Xiao was also stunned. Feng Chusheng, a master of martial arts novels, actually asked him to do things? This is really a rare strange thing.

I heard Feng Chusheng sigh, "Alas, the era of martial arts novels has come to an end. As the novel author, this is what we least want to see."

"A hero, for the country and the people, uphold justice. The world cannot be without martial arts, and the spirit of a hero must never be in the gap between our generation!"

"You are an excellent author, and your literary skills are the most outstanding among young people I have ever met. I believe you will be able to depict a martial arts world with swords and swords."

Speaking of this, Feng Chusheng actually had tears in his eyes and cried: "Young man has a dream, but martial arts will never die! Man, I beg you to take over the banner of the martial arts person and let the spirit of the hero be promoted again.
Chapter completed!