Chapter 101 What’s the next sentence?
After a long time, Feng Yongcai sighed and said, "What a pity."
"What a pity?" Li Yi thought about it and asked, "What's a pity?"
"What a pity Jiang..." Feng Yong said four words and immediately closed his mouth.
It's a pity that this is the key to Shu. It's a pity that the old demon Zhuge still worked hard to dig into the rock, build flying beams, and build plank roads, thinking that he was the key to the Northern Expedition. It's a pity that Jiang Wei loyally defended the sword pavilion...
"The king of Shu is ignorant and has five powerful men. He splits the mountain to clear the way, welcomes the beauties, and transports the golden ox. However, he loses his country and makes the world laugh. What a pity, what a pity!"
Li Yiman read a passage in his voice, his voice was ups and downs, and had quite a charm.
“Brother Wenxuan is very talented in literature.”
Although he is a country bumpkin, thanks to Li Bai, Feng Yong explained this history in the text when he recited his "The Difficulties of the Road to Shu".
However, when Li Yi mentioned the words "the king of Shu is ignorant", Feng Yong's sigh in his heart became even heavier. Not only was the king of Shu in the pre-Qin period ignorant, but you are afraid that if you don't know, in a few decades, you will be scolded by future generations. There will be one more lord of ignorance.
Li Yi shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Brother Feng is making fun of me, isn't he? Who doesn't know about Wu Ding's founding of the mountain? How can he talk about it with literary talent?"
Feng Yongqian laughed and said, "I just heard Brother Li's chant and was deeply moved."
The more I thought about it, the more pity I felt, and a gloomy feeling in my chest almost burst out.
This Liu Chan...Oh, what a pity! In such a steep terrain, and with a loyal and brave man like Jiang Wei, he was able to lose his country. Who is at fault in this? It’s really hard to tell right from wrong!
Looking at the approaching mountains on both sides, with steep walls and dense forest like halberds, thinking about the past life, I already felt that this sword pavilion was extremely dangerous. Unexpectedly, seeing this undeveloped original ecological mountain forest now, I felt a heavy sense of history. Press over.
No, if I don’t say something, I feel so sorry for all my feelings!
Feng Yong sat up suddenly and took a deep breath.
"Grrrr, the danger is high! The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky! There are silkworms and fish, how confused is the founding of the country! You are forty-eight thousand years old, and you are not in the vicinity of Qin Sai. There is a bird's way in Taibai in the west. , can cross the top of Emei. The earth collapses and the mountains destroy the strong men to death, and then the stone stacks of the ladder to the sky are connected..."
Many of Li Bai's poems are very passionate. Feng Yong, who was in the second grade of middle school, could almost memorize the poems about "Killing a person in ten steps, leaving no trace in a thousand miles," "Five-flowered horse, a thousand gold fur," and "calling the child for wine".
But the poem "The Road to Shu is Difficult" really corresponds to the word "difficult". Not only is the road to Shu difficult, but this poem is actually also very difficult to memorize. Feng Yong also spent a lot of effort to memorize it back then. After so many years, he can still remember some of the previous sentences. It feels like it really corresponds to the current situation, and he can't help but recite it aloud.
Li Yi was just curious at first. When he heard "forty-eight thousand years old", he couldn't help but feel a little shocked, thinking that Feng Langjun's mind was really majestic. When I heard "The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the heroes," I felt my heart agitated and I couldn't help but cheer to the beat.
Guan Ji opened her mouth slightly in surprise. Looking at Feng Yong who was reciting impassionedly in front of her, she couldn't help but tighten the reins in her hands. She drove the horse closer to the ox cart and listened carefully in silence.
At this time, there was a sound of laughter from the side, but it was Zhao Guang and Wang Ping who rode forward to shoot the apes and ran back on horseback.
“Brother, are you feeling better? I can hear my brother’s voice from far away. Are you feeling better now?”
Zhao Guangren shouted before he got close, immediately causing Feng Yong to get stuck.
This poem was originally difficult to memorize, as there were many obscure words, and some of the words were not very common, making it extremely difficult to pronounce. The further back in the article, the vaguer Feng Yong's memory became. When Zhao Guang said this, his mind suddenly went blank!
Seeing Feng Yong suddenly cut off his voice and sitting there in a daze, with his mouth open but unable to pronounce a word, Guan Ji opened her mouth and was about to speak out, but she didn't expect Li Yi to take the first step and hurriedly Asked: "Brother Feng, Brother Feng, what's the next sentence?"
“Of course it’s the article you’re reading, what’s the next sentence?”
“What was I reading just now?”
Li Yi almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
You didn’t mention the title of the article just now. How could I know what you were reading?
“Ask you when you will return from your journey to the west, what is the next sentence?”
Seeing Li Yi's face turned red and speechless, Guan Ji finally couldn't help but asked softly.
“Oh, I asked you when the journey to the west will be back...”
“Brother can sit up now. It looks really good.”
At this time, Zhao Guang rode over and laughed loudly, interrupting Feng Yong's thoughts again.
"I, I don't know..." Feng Yong opened his mouth again, but couldn't squeeze out a word anymore, so he lay down again and muttered, "I forgot, I can't think of what the next sentence is."
“Hey, why is brother lying down again?” Zhao Guang asked strangely.
“Zhao Yiwen, I want to fight you to the death!”
The furious Li Yi stood up suddenly, regardless of the ox cart swaying left and right, with a sad and angry expression on his face, and pointed at Zhao Guang with a trembling finger: "I am just ignorant and incompetent, but I ruined a peerless article! It is a heinous crime. !”
Zhao Guang asked strangely: "What does Da Lang mean by this? I just came here, how did I offend Da Lang? What kind of masterpiece has Da Lang just made a fuss about it?"
Guan Jijiao scolded: "Erlang, come here! Let me compete with you in martial arts!"
With that said, he pulled out the knife hanging on the horse with a clang, knocked his legs lightly, drove the horse towards Zhao Guang, and slashed straight at Zhao Guang's head with the bright knife!
Zhao Guang's face turned extremely pale on the spot. This sister practiced martial arts very hard and was extremely talented. How could she withstand such a skill as hers? And listening to the sound of the knife, it was just desperate!
Zhao Guang didn't dare to answer the question, so he immediately turned his horse's head and shouted: "Sister, I have something to say! What did I do to make you so angry? Can you tell me so that I can die clearly?" !”
"Nothing else! I just don't like you, don't run away! Take your life!"
Guan Jifeng's eyes widened, her face filled with anger, and she chased after Zhao Guang.
“Brother Feng, brother Feng, what’s the next sentence?”
Li Yi sat down in frustration, looked at Feng Yong who had closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, gently shook Feng Yong's body, his voice was as gentle as whispering to his lover: "Brother Feng, what's the next sentence? Huh? Have you remembered?"
Feng Yong's eyes were closed tightly, without any reaction, as if he had not heard Li Yi's words.
Actually, he was racking his brains thinking, what the hell, what was the next sentence when he asked Jun Xiyou when he would return the favor? This is the first time since I traveled through time that I've been showing off in front of others... Oh, no, I should have asked people to show my holiness in front of others, and ended it so hastily?
But the more anxious he was, the less he could remember. How could he dare to open his eyes now?
So, on the bullock cart in the team, one person was lying upright like a corpse, and the other person next to him was muttering to himself in despair. If you weren't an insider, you would have thought that the person was keeping a wake for his relatives.
Hurrying slowly, we finally got out before midnight. I wrote in a hurry, and if there are typos, I will correct them later.
(End of this chapter)