"Who is this Xu Xingmu?"
The Sword Master stared at the red piece of paper for a long time, then suddenly looked down at Mr. Wang who was in tears, "Is he really just a government servant?"
"Absolutely true!"
Lin Qing saw Mr. Wang burst into tears and hurriedly stepped forward to reply for him, "The Xu family has been serving in the Yamen of Taoyuan County for generations. Even though they have a lot of knowledge, they can only be trapped in a corner thousands of miles away. This time I asked Shi Jingcheng, maybe It’s his only chance! Of course, it’s also my Daxia Shilin’s last chance!”
When he said this, he suddenly became emotional. He knelt down and bowed his head, crying sincerely, "When I came across this strange poem in the first review of poems by the Hanlin Academy, I should have submitted it to the academy as soon as possible and then forwarded it to you, the Sword Master, but it was missed because the academy finalized it in advance. It is a good opportunity. In order to prevent the pearl from being covered in dust, we have come up with this plan to present the poem in public. If there is any offense, I hope that the Master Sword Master will forgive me!"
The Sword Master shook his head, "If you don't have the courage to hand over this poem, then you are guilty."
Hearing this, Lin Qing's eyes were eager and she spoke urgently, "Following the procedure for asking poems, I dare to ask Master Sword Master to comment on this poem!"
"I only have four words..."
The sword master chuckled and said, "Immaculate!"
As soon as he said these words, Lin Qing was shocked and looked ecstatic.
Pilgrimage downstairs, all sentient beings are feeling mixed joy and sorrow.
Someone asked that the poem be successful and win the favor of the Sword Master. It is naturally excellent.
But the problem is that the author of that poem is a low-level government servant from a remote small county, which is a bit unseemly.
What should the literati and poets of the Great Xia Dynasty, who have always been aloof and conceited, think? How should the three young dignitaries feel that they were rejected by the sword master himself?
Could it be that they are not even comparable to a government official?
The sword master ignored it too much.
For him, whether he is a government servant or a powerful person, whoever can compose a poem that makes him fall in love at first sight will have the opportunity to join the lineage of sword masters in the North.
When the cause and effect of the imperial city was completely resolved, he planned to go to the distant Taoyuan County to see what kind of young man the little yamen servant named Xu Xingmu was.
After half a breath, the sword master carefully collected the piece of red paper in his hand and put it into his cuff.
Then he faced the high pavilion and solemnly said to the Minglong Emperor who had never appeared, "The poetry of the Great Xia may have withered for a long time, but fortunately, hundreds of flowers are blooming in the world, and eventually a great talent will come from heaven to recast the glory of poetry! Poetry, I am very satisfied! That! Then, I fulfilled that oath, and with my lifelong swordsmanship, I will strike down Tai'an City with my sword, complete the Shocking God Formation, and guard the country for Daxia for three hundred years!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Minglong's deep voice came quickly, "I respectfully invite the Sword Master to drop his sword in Tai'an City!"
"Respectfully invite the Sword Master to drop his sword in Tai'an City!"
Inside and outside the imperial city, the sound of calling for swords filled the sky.
The sword master was in the clouds, with his hands behind his back, a white robe rose up with his sword, and in an instant it went straight into the sky.
When the sword intent in the sky fell again, his true body had disappeared from the world, leaving only a giant sword that covered the sky, wrapped in purple wind and thunder, and crashed straight into Tai'an City in Daxia.
There is the eye of the Shocking God Formation.
The moment the sword fell, a dragon roar rose up, and the entire Daxia Imperial City seemed to begin to tremble.
Then nine golden dragons suddenly appeared on the horizon, flying in the sky, and countless auspicious purple energies filled the world with their breaths.
May all living beings be blessed with happiness and longevity, and all difficulties will be eliminated.
At this time, everyone knelt to the sky, looked at the dragon and bowed down, and did not want to get up for a long time.
Even the old Heavenly Master and the Pope in the high cabinet are no exception.
But what they were kneeling to was not the sky, and they were not worshiping the dragon, but the God Emperor of Great Xia, Ming Long Emperor, who possessed the complete body-shocking divine formation!
"Congratulations to Your Majesty, the amazing formation is completed, and the Great Xia Dynasty will last forever!"
The Pope looked at the generous back of Emperor Minglong and said respectfully, "When you officially step into the first rank and carry the Jingshen Formation, you will be truly invincible in Daxia. Even if the Demon Lord comes in person, I can no longer be your opponent."
Emperor Minglong took a deep breath and his soul trembled slightly. He responded to the Shocking God Formation from a distance, and with a snap of his fingers, the fate of the Imperial City of Great Xia was completely under his control.
At this moment, he has become more powerful than ever. Even if he has never entered the first level, he is still confident that he can defeat the Pope and the Heavenly Master in front of him in a duel.
"Where did the Sword Master go?"
Emperor Minglong suddenly asked, "His sword was just right. I want to thank him very much."
The old Heavenly Master said, "There is news from Qingniu that the Sword Master has left the country and should be heading to Taoyuan County now."
"Going to find that yamen servant..."
Emperor Minglong smiled and said, "Your name is Xu Xingmu, right? Speaking of which, I really have to thank him. Otherwise, even though the Shocking God Formation could be completed today, the Sword Master would have to..."
The old Heavenly Master hurriedly reminded, "Your Majesty, the Imperial City's sword spirit still exists. There are some things that it is best not to say."
"I just got carried away."
Emperor Minglong shook his head and said, "In order to pass on my will, Taoyuan County Yamen Officer Xu Xingmu has contributed a lot to this question of poetry. I made him a promise. No matter what official position he wants or what title he wants, I will agree to it." If he doesn't get used to it here, and he comes to the capital, I will reward him with an extra big house."
"Your Majesty's Holy Grace!"
The old Heavenly Master said, "It's just that this boy has such a great talent, and the opportunity to find the Sword Master, there is no need for him to choose, there will be people in the capital competing for him. Coincidentally, Longhu Mountain The Tianshi Mansion still lacks a Taoist boy who can herd cattle, and the old Taoist is going to ask him if he is willing."
The Pope also spoke at this time, "Master Tian really likes to joke. Aren't there enough cowherd boys on Longhu Mountain? You have chosen all the children with some talent in the world. This time, it is my turn. ”
Emperor Minglong turned around and glanced at them, and said with a smile, "It's rare that you have even thought about it. It's interesting, it's interesting. Let's see who bids the highest..."
There was no conversation among the high cabinets for a while, except for the elderly historian who was writing furiously:
In the seventeenth year of Xuanwu in Daxia, on March 27th, the Sword Master Li Taibai entered the country with his sword in hand, and dropped his sword to startle the divine formation.
The whole city was shocked!
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Taoyuan County.
Zhu Rushi is very happy today.
An hour ago, an old friend came from Juhai Mansion and brought him the latest information about the capital:
The song "White Clothes Wins the Snow, I Respectfully Invite the Sword Master to Drop His Sword in Tai'an City" has already made a splash at the pilgrimage building.
The whole country was shocked! All living beings worship!
The Master Sword Master fell in love at first sight, and fulfilled his oath on the spot and directly dropped his sword in Tai'an City.
The startling formation was completed, the people were at peace, His Majesty Long Yan was overjoyed, and decided to celebrate the whole country for three days. At this moment, the capital was bustling with excitement!
"You don't know that the Master Juggernaut directly rejected the three final poems at that time. Everyone felt that there was no hope. But they never expected that the scholars in the Hanlin Academy actually had a hidden agenda!"
In the yamen, an old friend of the magistrate had a drink, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and said with emotion, "If they hadn't been under tremendous pressure, ignored the rules of the academy, and risked their lives to present that ancient poem, I'm afraid that the current imperial city of Daxia would not be the same. It’s a different story again.”
Hanlin Academy! Lord Attendant, he really does love my son! ... Zhu Zhixian suppressed his excitement. He glanced at his old friend with a hint of pride and asked, "Do you know who actually wrote that ancient poem?"
The old friend shook his head, "I was not in the capital at that time. I only heard about it in my mansion. The intelligence said that the poem came from your Taoyuan County. I came over immediately!"
He glanced at Zhu Zhixian, and after a while he squinted his eyes and said, "I didn't expect that you, an old boy, would become a blockbuster just because you didn't make a sound! Now there is such a unique genius in the county. You, the parent official of Taoyuan County, Are you not allowed to float up with me? By the way! Where is that person now? Get to know him quickly. It will be difficult to climb this high branch in the future!"
"There's no rush, let's wait until His Majesty's decree comes down! Lest anyone say I'm arrogant about taking credit."
Zhu Rushi suddenly stood up and summoned Lei Gong, "Since the whole country is celebrating, we in Taoyuan County cannot be left behind! We ordered the Yamen to rest for three days and hold a banquet in Guangling Street to entertain the people of the county. It's a happy event. It’s time to get excited!”
"As you command!"
Lei Gong's face was glowing with joy from the bottom of his heart.
He laughed and left, not knowing that he thought the famous poetry genius in the capital was his son.
The yamen has always been very efficient in the two tasks of sleeping and serving wine.
Only half an hour before Zhu Zhixian's order was issued, more than thirty restaurants on Guangling Street had all received deposits from the Yamen...
"What? The county magistrate wants to entertain all the people in the county for three days?"
A certain restaurant owner looked at the pile of white money on the counter and asked uncertainly, "Are you kidding me?"
"Who's kidding you?"
The officer who was ordered to reserve the table said in a low voice, "Do you know who wrote that strange poem that became famous in the capital? That's right! He is the son of the magistrate! It is said that the capital will send someone to announce the good news soon! What do you think? It’s a good thing, why don’t you celebrate it?”
The restaurant owner's eyes were shocked, and when he was about to speak, the Yamen servant immediately hissed, "You're all here in a low-key manner, don't talk nonsense about me, I don't want to be too public."
"I understand, I understand! Sir, please have a cup of tea before you leave!"
The restaurant owner pretended to make tea. The yamen servant waved his hand, grabbed a handful of candied fruits on the counter, turned around and left, "There are other places to notify!"
The same scene happened in other restaurants.
"Don't talk nonsense! Adults like to keep a low profile!"
"Understand, understand!"
…
An hour later, the entire Taoyuan County knew that Zhu Xiaode, the son of the county magistrate, had become famous all over the world with a strange poem. He was about to get rid of the shackles of Taoyuan County and go to the capital to become a high official!
For this reason, the girls in Qingyun Lodge were sad for a long time.
They really couldn't bear to leave Zhu Lang and his money bag!
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"That's unreasonable! Feng Lin! That poem was obviously written by you!"
In the Xu family's old house, Xu Pingsheng had just received the news that the Yamen Xiu Mu had asked his father and son to have a banquet.
Naturally, I also knew the inside story of Zhu Rushi's banquet for the whole county.
He slammed the table, his face was livid, and he said angrily and incompetently, "What's going on with that Lord Attendant? Didn't I promise that I would uphold justice for you? Why do you still let Zhu Xiaode, who only knows about prostitution, get the limelight? This It’s done, let him take all the credit!”
"Dad, calm down."
Xu Xingmu said, "There are times in your life that must come to you, but there are no times in your life. Don't force it. Don't panic. Let's go and eat first."
After saying that, he walked out, but the moment he turned around, his face fell, and he sighed sadly, "Brother Lin, can you do it?"
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