Chapter 2 The world is too narrow to accommodate geniuses

Author: Qianlin

Chapter 2 The world is too narrow to accommodate geniuses

Zhang Zehan was ruthlessly driven out of the yard by Lin Qian. After washing the clothes and drying them, he returned to the backyard to have some snacks. Then he asked the yard to cook and sat in the living room of the CCD to think about how to pass the mid-term assessment.

The Lin family’s backyard is also not big. The north is a living room and dining room. The two rooms in the east wing are from him and his elder brother Lin Zhen. One room in the west wing is the bedroom of his sister Lin Xinyun, and the other is the kitchen.

Listening to the movements made by my sister in the kitchen, Lin Qian had already lost consciousness.

He felt that he was destined to be not a material for studying. Instead of continuing to waste money in the academy, it was better to leave early, find something to do, subsidize the family income, and hold on to the thighs of the martial arts genius Lin Zhen, perhaps much better than now.

"Second brother, what are you thinking?"

"Are you worried about your studies?"

Lin Xinyun came in with a bowl of boiled wild vegetables, awakening the lost Lin Qian.

"Little sister, why don't I go find some work too, so that you don't have to work so hard every day, and my brother can concentrate on practicing martial arts..."

Lin Qian made up his mind that he was a time traveler. Although he had no skill, with his mind, he would probably be able to make a fortune in business. At worst, he would sell soap!

OK, he can't make soap...

Lin Xinyun smiled, "Can't the schoolwork be too difficult?"

"Second brother, you can't give up. You forgot. You used to say that there will be times when the wind and waves are long, and the clouds are sailing across the vast ocean. I believe you can do it!"

"There will be a time when the wind and waves are long, and the sails of clouds are spreading across the sea?"

"Yes, you say you like the poet Taibai the most, and you often tell me the story of "The Legend of Taibai"."

Lin Xinyun looked at Lin Qian with her big watery eyes, and the light was filled with bright light.

"Taibai Biography!"

A flash of light flashed in Lin Qian's eyes, light could be contagious!

Yes, he can't do poetry and songs, but he suddenly got inspiration for biography.

In this world, because of the existence of talent, the talented exiled immortal Taibai made rapid progress in Confucianism and Taoism. He would never have the depression and unsuccessfulness of "the great way is like the blue sky, I cannot leave alone", and the poet Du Shaoling did not have the worry of "I wish I could have thousands of houses to shelter all the poor people in the world to be happy"...

But if Lin Qian wrote their experience on Blue Star into a biography, what would they think?

It is not that important what they think. What is important is that even in the Confucian and Taoist world, not everyone is a genius. There will always be people who think that they are not satisfied with their talents, right?

Even most Confucians may be talented and have high literary achievements, but they do not have the ability to govern the country and ensure stability, so they will naturally not be valued.

Therefore, such a biography is likely to be welcomed by those depressed and unsuccessful literati and poets!

With the rules of this world, as long as it can be recognized by literati, it can attract the talents of heaven and earth and cultivate Confucianism and Taoism...

Lin Qian's eyes became brighter!

He may not be able to read, but he is still a little sure if he wants to be eye-catching or deceive people like it.

For a moment, Lin Qian and Wen were in love with each other and ran to his room.

"Second brother, let's have a meal first!"

Lin Xinjun shouted behind her, but Lin Qian had already closed the door and sat in front of the desk.

The desk stands against the window, and behind it is a bed about one meter wide, which is both a bedroom and a study.

Who is better to write?

The poetic immortal Taibai?

Not good, Taibai's fairy spirit is too strong, not sad enough.

Poet Saint Du Shaoling?

It's not good either. It's too hard, so the saint won't be angry, right?

The names of literary masters flashed through Lin Qian's mind, and finally, a name stayed in his mind, the poetic ghost Li He and Li Changji!

It’s not that other people’s stories are not moving enough, but as a newcomer, if you want to attract the attention of literati as soon as possible, you naturally need a more tortuous story.

Li He is undoubtedly the most in line with the theme he wants to write. He wants to use stories of genius and unsuccessfulness to arouse the recognition of literati with the same ideas and gain talent.

The most important thing is that Li He is not a stingy person. His article mentions that big names related to Li He are not a stingy person. This is very important in this world where literary tycoons and Taoism can bring about sudden changes in the world!

After thinking about it, Lin Qian appeared in a small thatched hut.

"The Poetry Ghost Li He: The world is too narrow to accommodate geniuses"

When entering the Wen Palace, Lin Qian raised his hand and wrote the title on the desk wall.

Lin Qian's Wen Palace was still a broken thatched hut, less than twenty square meters, with only a few tables and a low chair. On the left is a desk wall ranging from one meter to one meter to six feet high, and on the right are several empty bookshelfs.

In front of the hut is a pool three feet square and one foot deep.

At this time, the pool was empty and there was nothing.

This is the talent pool. If Lin Qian's articles can attract recognition, talent will pour into the talent pool.

When the talent pool is full of talent, Lin Qian can enter the talent pool to attract talent into the body and step into the ninth grade of Confucianism and Taoism.

【What will happen to this world without talent?】

【…I don’t know that the sky is high and the earth is thick.

Only when the moon is cold and the sun is warm, come and live life...]

[In 816, Li He, who wrote this song "Bloody Day Short", passed away in Changgu at the age of 27.]

After sorting out his thoughts a little, Lin Qian picked up his pen and began to write the main text.

The beginning is a poem, and it throws up suspense. How come the poet Li He lives well, why did he die with the world?

[Who would have thought that this was a poem written by Li He, who wrote at the age of 16, "The black clouds pressed against the city and was about to destroy, and the light of armor spreads towards the sun and golden scales." In just over ten years, he seemed to have gone through a hundred years of time...]

【So what did he experience in his short life?】

[The story still starts from the 790th year of Daqian…]

The faster Lin Qian writes, the faster he can write, and he can write ink and feel refreshed. It has been a long time since he has been so happy, as if there are countless words in his mind, and he will not be happy without uttering it.

An hour later, Lin Qian was still feeling unsatisfied when he stopped writing and stood in front of the wall of the desk.

There is the pleasure of expressing one's thoughts directly, the loss of the end of the article, and the regret of not being able to speak out...

But in the end, he thought about it and submitted the manuscript.

Gugugugu...

It was not until then that his stomach began to protest that he felt hungry.

When I opened the door, it was completely dark, and there was a vague shouting from the front yard. It was probably the eldest brother Lin Zhen who was practicing martial arts.

Lin Qian walked straight to the kitchen.

Mars flashed faintly in the earthen stove, and the pot was steaming. Lin Xinjun, dressed in maroon, was sitting by the stove dozing off.

"Second brother, are you hungry?"

"The rice is still hot!"

The movement of Lin Qian entering the kitchen awakened Lin Xinjun. She did not get up. She smiled brightly again, illuminating the night.

He raised his hand to wipe the ashes from the girl's face, and secretly swore in his heart that he would give her the best thing in the world in the future!

After dinner, I returned to the room and entered the Wen Palace again, without any change.

This is the reason. The new issue of "Collected Works" will not be released until the middle of the month, and it will be several days before the middle of the month. As for "Sea of ​​Books", it takes a lot of recognition to stand out in the vast sea of ​​books and climb onto the list. For an unknown guy like him, it is not something that can be made in a short time.

I am destined to be sleepless tonight.

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