Chapter 6: Why Is There No Frontier Poetry in the Song Dynasty?

"Don't worry, brother, I will cover you in the future."

Recalling the experiences and emotions of Water Shui Hu Zhang Jie, Yitian Zhang Jie sympathetically patted the shoulder of Water Shui Hu Zhang Jie, who could see,

could eat, could get, but dared not eat.

"Hehe!"

Feeling the vast power shared from Yitian Zhang Jie,

The smile on the face of Zhang Jie from the Water Margin world gradually became lecherous and uninhibited.

Those unbearable past events had left him and would never come back!

Unlike him, a sickly person who put all his attribute points into spirit,

Yitian Zhang Jie seemed to have put all his attribute points into his flesh:

His physical strength was extremely high, and even if he didn't practice martial arts, he was like the fierce Zhang Fei,

a ten-thousand-man enemy who could take the head of an enemy general from among ten thousand troops!

The equipment he used for training on weekdays was in units of hundreds of jin.

After practicing the extremely masculine Wudang Nine Yang Skill, he was even more powerful,

and now he could be said to be able to lift a tripod!

Water Shui Hu Zhang Jie, who shared his power, although he was still a weak chicken,

in fact, his strength was exactly the same as Yitian Zhang Jie's, with no difference.

And what made Water Shui Hu Zhang Jie breathe a sigh of relief was that

he did not directly become the muscular and strong appearance of Yitian Zhang Jie.

It's not that he didn't want to have a muscular man's figure,

but he couldn't explain to others how he became like this overnight.

What if he was treated as a monster and wanted to burn him with a fire?

Could he hold two watermelon knives, cut people down, and cut people down from Yanggu County all the way to Bianliang?

"Brother, possessing my power, you will definitely be able to raise your eyebrows and exhale when you go back!"

Water Shui Hu Zhang Jie raised his eyebrows at Yitian Zhang Jie.

As mentioned earlier, Yitian Zhang Jie put all his attribute points into his flesh,

which led to him still being ordinary in the fields of spirit, learning, and comprehension.

If it weren't for his master Yu Lianzhou, who had practiced Wudang Nine Yang Skill for decades, teaching him hand by hand,

he would probably still be worried about entering the Wudang Nine Yang Skill.

What acupuncture points, meridians, visualization diagrams, etc.,

were simply as difficult to understand as heavenly books in Yitian Zhang Jie's eyes.

People are different, and the same is true for people,

the gap between people may be greater than the gap between people and dogs.

Yitian Zhang Jie still remembers the sentence he saw before transmigrating, said by Qian Lao:

"No matter how stupid a person is, can't they learn calculus?"

Yitian Zhang Jie learned the kneeling of the Japanese people who lived a good life:

"I'm sorry, I lowered the average IQ of humanity, I apologize."

Yitian Zhang Jie didn't mean he couldn't learn it at all, but the speed was simply comparable to a snail crawling,

making the listener sad and the hearer shed tears.

But fortunately, Yitian Zhang Jie was indeed gifted in physique:

His internal strength cultivation was much faster than other Wudang disciples.

Now his internal strength can be called the first person among the third-generation disciples of Wudang.

Even compared to Mo Shenggu, the last of the Seven Heroes of Wudang among the second-generation disciples, he was not inferior.

Compared to him, who was several years older, and whose talent and comprehension were considered first-class in the world,

Song Qingshu, the first senior brother of the third generation of Wudang, couldn't catch up with him even if he rode a horse.

And as everyone knows, this first senior brother Song Qingshu is as narrow-minded as the first senior brother in "King of Destruction."

Although he didn't think that other Wudang brothers were trash like the first senior brother in "King of Destruction,"

he was very dissatisfied with Zhang Jie, a junior brother whose internal strength cultivation exceeded his.

Especially since Yitian Zhang Jie's disciple ranking was second only to his second disciple, which made him even more afraid:

for fear that Yitian Zhang Jie would take his position as the first senior brother, or the successor of the third generation of Wudang.

Song Qingshu, who was narrow-minded and jealous, not only targeted Yitian Zhang Jie everywhere,

but also often used the sword skills and light skills that Yitian Zhang Jie was not good at to belittle him.

"I will definitely give him a lesson when I go back."

Yitian Zhang Jie's eyes also flashed with a cold light when he heard this.

He, Zhang Jie, has never been a good person who returns evil with good.

What he has always believed in is returning good with good, and returning evil with evil!

The so-called returning evil with good is just a piece of nonsense in Zhang Jie's eyes:

If you return evil with good, how do you return good?

Only by returning evil with evil, and returning good with good!

Water Shui Hu Zhang Jie, who carefully recalled and experienced the experiences and emotions of Yitian Zhang Jie, sighed:

"Fortunately, our shared space, besides being able to share power,

can also fully share other memories, emotions, and experiences.

Otherwise, I really wouldn't dare to guarantee that Zhang Jie would still be one person in the future."

Yitian Zhang Jie nodded in agreement:

"Different experiences will give birth to different memories and emotions.

Even if they were one person at the very beginning, they would produce different worldviews after different experiences.

If we couldn't share fully, I wouldn't dare to guarantee that we would still be one Zhang Jie in the future."

At this time, Water Shui Hu Zhang Jie couldn't help but complain: "I am very incomprehensible about those novels called same-transmigration,

but actually can't even share memories.

If you can't share memories, it means there will be concealment between each other.

And once concealment appears, unless everyone is a selfless saint,

it is absolutely impossible to cooperate fully with each other."

Yitian Zhang Jie also joined the complaint: "Everyone keeps one hand, I keep one hand,

rather than being called same-transmigration, it's better to say it's a chat group stream wearing a same-transmigration skin.

At most, because the initial memories come from the same person, it slightly reduces a little cooperation contradiction."

Water Shui Hu Zhang Jie continued to state his inference:

"In this way, unless they find a common goal in the end,

it is visible to the naked eye that a split will occur.

The best result is nothing more than parting ways, and not seeing each other for life.

And if there is an individual who is dark enough to think that only he is the continuation of the original person,

a battle royale to prove that I am myself is hard to avoid."

Yitian Zhang Jie thought about it and said:

"How should I describe such a same-transmigration novel?"

Water Shui Hu Zhang Jie took the conversation: "Hard to describe.

But whatever, existence is reasonable."

The two Zhang Jies decided to end this problem that was destined to have no standard answer, and started the next topic.

Yitian Zhang Jie suddenly smiled mysteriously:

"Do you know why there is no famous frontier poetry in the Song Dynasty?"

Water Shui Hu Zhang Jie, who was born in the Song Dynasty, also had a smile on his face:

"Who said that our Great Song has no excellent frontier poetry?

For example, 'Night snow on the building ship at Guazhou Ferry, iron horses in the autumn wind at Dasan Pass' in Lu You's 'Writing Anger, Part 1.'

Without using a single verb, it is purely the superposition of six scenery images,

but that desolate and heavy frontier aura gushes out.

These two lines of poetry are rare opponents even in the Tang Dynasty.

Although Guazhou Ferry is in Yangzhou, Jiangsu, and Dasan Pass is in Baoji, Shaanxi,

you can't say they are not frontiers."

Yitian Zhang Jie smiled and asked himself:

"It's not that frontier poetry has failed since the Tang Dynasty,

but that the frontier of our Great Song is really a bit close to later generations.

Xin Qiji's 'In his prime, the banners gathered ten thousand men,' where is the location of the thousand-mile penetration into the hinterland of the Jin Kingdom?

The answer is in Jinan, Shandong.

That Jinan by Great Ming Lake,

that Jinan with lotus flowers on four sides and willows on three sides, and half the city of mountains and half the city of lakes.

If Jinan is considered a frontier, then the definition of the Central Plains undoubtedly has a problem.

But this is actually already a very northern frontier for the Great Song."

Tang Dynasty frontier poetry: I'm going to the frontier, I don't know when I can go home, so sad.

IP address: Kyrgyzstan.

Song Dynasty frontier poetry: There was originally no frontier in the world in the past,

the Song army lost too much, and my home became the frontier.

After a few years, my hometown was occupied, I don't know when I can go home, so sad.

IP address: Jiangsu.

The frontiers of the Song Dynasty are all over the world, Dasan Pass in Shaanxi,

Guazhou in Jiangsu, and Lingdingyang in Guangdong are all frontiers.

The rich frontier resources have created the prosperous frontier literary style of the Song Dynasty, which is indeed a happy event for poets~

Tang Dynasty frontier poets wrote poetry in Central Asia;

Northern Song Dynasty frontier poets wrote poetry in Shaanxi;

And Southern Song Dynasty frontier poets wrote poetry in Jiangsu.

Later, people never read such good frontier poetry as "Song of White Snow Sending Wu Panguan Back to the Capital" again.

Not because there are no better poets, but because there is no better frontier...

Water Shui Hu Zhang Jie replied leisurely:

"Wanyan Liang, no, it's Zhao Liang's 'Ten thousand miles of cars and books are mixed, how can there be separate borders in Jiangnan?

Raising a million troops on the West Lake, standing on the first peak of Wushan.'

Although it is a poem of the Great Jin, you tell me if there is Song Dynasty and frontier."

There was a custom in the Tang Dynasty called "Crying at Zhaoling."

When the common people had grievances and injustices, they ran to Zhaoling to cry.

This custom continued until the Northern Song Dynasty, and very few people cried at Zhaoling in the Southern Song Dynasty.

Why?

Because the common people of the Southern Song Dynasty had to go abroad to cry at Zhaoling......

"Haha!"

Water Shui Hu Zhang Jie and Yitian Zhang Jie looked at each other and laughed,

and the whole shared space was filled with happy air. ===== CHAPTER 7 =====