Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 186 Playing Feihua Ling with Lu You? How stubborn!

This bar is one of the best bars on the bar street. Unlike the sparsely populated small town of Tingxiang, it has many customers almost every day.

"It's so late, why are there so many people drinking?" Lu You looked around and asked in confusion.

"Some people have more free time, and some people want to relax after working all day," said Su Jiahe.

"I've heard from my elders that in Tokyo back then, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. At night, the tile houses were full of people drinking and watching plays. I really don't know if I can witness the prosperity of Tokyo in my lifetime." Lu You said, sighing softly.

"Yes, of course you can. Let's drink." Wang Mang saw that Lu You looked a little sad, so he quickly changed the subject.

While drinking, Lu You faintly heard someone reciting poetry and couldn't help but stand up to look.

"Hey, you can't catch up again, drink some wine."

"Who can beat Brother Feihua? After I finish this drink, I won't play anymore. Whoever wants to play can play." A man drank the beer in the glass amid the crowd's cheers, then turned and left.

"What are they doing?" Lu You asked curiously.

"That guy's a celebrity in our bar, nicknamed 'Flying Flower Brother,'" Chen Ou said, pointing to a young man. "He's been coming in here a lot lately, playing a drinking game called 'Flying Flower Order' with others. So far, no one has been able to beat him."

"What is Feihua Ling?" Su Jiahe asked.

"I know this. It's about picking a character at random, and then everyone says a line of poetry containing that character," Lu You said. "I didn't expect that after all these years, the Feihua Order is still around."

"I've seen it on TV. Not many people know how to play it now. After all, it's too brain-intensive." After saying that, Chen Ou went back to work at the bar.

"Hey, Mr. Lu, this should be no problem for you. Why don't you go over and teach that kid a lesson." Wang Mang took Lu You's arm and walked towards the young man's seat.

Before Lu You could react, Wang Mang pulled him in front of "Brother Feihua".

"Young man, we heard that you are a talented person, so we came to play Feihua Ling with you."

"Okay, please take a seat, uncles." Brother Feihua said, pointing to the empty seats.

"You are a young man who never refuses anyone."

"I am not talented. I only got third place in the poetry competition. I usually like to play drinking games. Please give me some advice, uncles." Brother Feihua spoke modestly, but his face was full of confidence.

"I don't deserve your advice. I just happened to pass by and came here to play." Lu You said.

"Uncle, do you know the rules of Feihua Ling?"

"Yes, I've played it before."

"Okay, then please choose a word."

"No, no, no, you are the host, so you should choose the words." Lu You said very humbly.

"Then I won't be polite. It snowed recently, so how about we play the game with the word 'snow'?"

"Yes, you go first."

Wang Mang sat aside, watching Feihua's confident look, and couldn't help but chuckle. In a little while, this guy would experience the harsh punishment of society.

Brother Feihua didn't know who he was facing, so he started to chant: "The north wind blows the grass to the ground, and the snow falls in the eighth month of the year."

Without hesitation, Lu You continued, "Do you know what Gao Biao Yiyun is doing? It's just when the ice and snow are piled up."

"What kind of poem is this? I've never heard of it before." said a bystander nearby.

"I have memorized so many poems, but I have never heard of this. May I ask where this sentence comes from?" Brother Feihua asked.

"It's from Lu Fangweng's 'Plum Blossom Quatrains'." Lu You said calmly.

"This poem really exists." Someone took out his mobile phone and searched for it.

"Okay, let's continue," said Brother Feihua. "The plum is three points less white than the snow, but the snow is one point less fragrant than the plum."

"The land has always been frozen in ice and snow, who is it that is trying to bring back spring?" Lu You immediately continued with the next sentence.

Brother Feihua had never heard of this poem before, but he was too embarrassed to ask again, so he had to continue playing.

Fei Hua Ge: "Zhao Ke wears a silk tassel, Wu hook shines like frost and snow." Lu You: "Who would have thought that the place I sought fragrance today would be a boat on a snowy night in Shanyin?"

Brother Feihua: "A lone old man in a straw hat and raincoat, fishing in the snowy cold river."

Lu You: "Snowflakes fall from the small mill, I mend my rope to draw milk."

Brother Feihua: "I smile at the green mountains, and the white snow on my head is hard to melt away."

Lu You: "I never tire of looking at the snow-capped mountains; when the snow fades, the green mountains become another wonder."

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The two of them chatted back and forth, and in just three minutes, they came up with hundreds of poems, leaving the onlookers stunned.

"Master, I met a master today."

"Don't be fooled by this uncle's age. He knows so many poems. Don't judge a person by his appearance."

"Besides, the poems the uncle recited were so obscure, I haven't even heard of many of them."

Another minute passed, and Brother Feihua pondered and realized that he had basically finished reciting all the poems he knew. He was so anxious that he grabbed his hair and his face turned red.

"Brother Feihua, you've won so many times, losing once is no big deal." A bystander comforted him.

"Well, there's always someone better than you." Brother Feihua raised his glass and drank the wine.

For a time, Lu You became the focus of the bar.

"Uncle, you are so amazing. No one can beat Brother Feihua."

"Uncle, what do you do? Are you a professor of Chinese?"

"Uncle, you should also go to the poetry conference."

"Okay, okay, let's go." Lu You felt a little embarrassed being surrounded by so many young people, so he quickly stood up and wanted to leave the crowd.

"Uncle, wait a minute," Feihua called out to Lu You, "I haven't heard of many of the poems you just mentioned. Can you tell me where they came from?"

"They all belong to Lu Fangweng."

"Ah?" Brother Feihua was stunned for a moment. "I know Lu You is the poet with the most works handed down, but do you know all his poems?"

"Well, that's about right." Lu You said calmly.

"Then you are amazing. Including others' poems, do you know tens of thousands of poems?" Brother Feihua was very surprised.

"Young man, I am not only proficient in poetry and songs, but also in the Four Books and Five Classics, as well as the classics, history, and literature..." Wang Mang said proudly.

"Okay, okay, Brother Wang, stop talking." Lu You pulled Wang Mang's sleeve.

"Uncle, it's my honor to meet a master like you. Let me toast you another glass." Brother Feihua filled his glass with wine and solemnly toasted with both hands.

"You're too polite." Lu You also quickly picked up the wine glass, and they both drank it all in one gulp.

"Young man, you are quite talented. Keep up the good work."

"Okay, thank you, uncle."

Feihua looked at Lu You's departing figure, the slight heat on his face lingering for a long time. There were a lot of girls around today, and he wanted to show off, but he was unexpectedly upstaged by an unprepossessing older man.

"Mr. Lu, you really taught that kid a good lesson today." On the way home, everyone was still talking about this matter with great interest.

"What do you think his reaction would be if he knew that I was playing Feihua Ling with Mr. Lu?" Su Jiahe thought of Brother Feihua's confused look and couldn't help laughing while driving.

"Really? He's so stubborn when playing Feihua Ling with Lu You."

"Well, let's not laugh at him. I used my own poems, so I guess I'm bullying him," Lu You said. "Actually, that young man is quite talented, but he's a little arrogant."

"Well, I believe he will remember the beating tonight for the rest of his life."