Everyone was horrified. How could this boy be so good? How could the Holy Word open to him?
This is definitely not a good phenomenon in the eyes of Qu Xian and others. If things get bigger, I'm afraid...
At this moment, Xu Que felt relieved in his heart. You must know that he used modern psychology. Once he failed, he would really be in despair.
The saints will not care about the life and death of an ordinary person at all, but they will definitely care about the way of literature. The reason why the Holy Word appears is that Xu Que is betting on the rise and fall of the way of literature and whether the road of literature is smooth.
If the literary system declines, the literary system created by the saints will not be carried forward. To these lofty saints, it is simply shitting on their heads.
Setting up a literary prison is to hinder the prosperity of culture. During the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, a great scholar set up a literary prison. No one dared to speak for seven days in the entire Qing Dynasty. The reason was because of the word "ming"! The same goes for the current blocking of sensitive words in online articles, not to mention this kind of feudal society where imperial power is paramount. If everyone needs to dig out and search for taboo things before writing, then it is better not to write... Because it is sinful to say anything, then the article How can we talk about Daxing?
Xu Que's last-minute volley really had a big effect, but the saint asked him to submit it... How could he submit it?
For a moment, Xu Que thought about the presentation method recorded in the book. The poems written to the saints cannot be spoken orally, nor can they use ordinary pen and ink, but must use gold ink and gold paper.
He did have gold ink, but he only brought one piece of gold paper...
The corners of Xu Que's lips curled up, his eyes immediately locked on Mr. Lu Sheng, he stood up and strode over.
Before the kneeling Master Lu could react, Xu Que grabbed his collar with his left hand and thrust his right hand directly into his arms.
"You...what do you want to do?"
Mr. Lu was frightened. Just when he was about to break away, Xu Que pulled out a stack of light yellow paper with his right hand.
"you……"
Before Mr. Lu could finish his words, Xu Que interrupted directly: "What are you doing? The saint is in front of you. Kneel down for me!"
Xu Que's words silenced Mr. Lu, and he was so angry that he could only stare at Xu Que and leave.
Xu Que was very happy to get the gold paper. After taking out a piece at random, he put the brand-new stack of gold paper into his arms.
To him, this is all small money! If you can rob openly, you will never do it secretly!
Xu Que flattened the gold paper, dipped his pen in gold ink, and started writing...
Feng Chao played the Nine Heavens...
Silver light floats on the paper, and silvery white light spreads like water waves.
It is impossible to see the mystery of a poem written on ordinary paper. If it is written on gold paper with ordinary ink, it will only judge the level of the poem, but it will not be able to truly understand the saint. Only when it is written on gold paper with gold ink, Only the poems written can reach the saints.
And poetry is also divided into levels. White light is an ordinary poem, silver light is a poem that has been famous for a hundred years, golden light is a masterpiece that has been famous for a hundred years, colorful rays is a masterpiece that has been famous for a thousand years, colorful rays is a masterpiece that has lasted for thousands of years, and those that surpass them It is the eternal holy rays of light. Such poems are legendary masterpieces!
As soon as Xu Que started writing, the silver light spread out, indicating that the first sentence at the beginning of this poem was far more powerful than those present.
Everyone knelt down with their eyes wide open. They couldn't believe it. How could he write such a poem?
The first thing Qu Xian thought of was Xu Fan. After all, how could a playboy before childhood write such a poem.
Qu Xian, who had figured everything out, was angry in his heart. He felt that Xu Fan had come prepared for everything!
Ou Daojiang and others didn't think so. After all, in their eyes, Xu Fan could only write a silver poem. Letting him enter the top ten in the capital was actually a plan arranged by the prime minister in advance, in order to end him today. Xu Fan’s literary style!
As for the fact that Xu Fan specially prepared it for Xu Que... they would not believe it, after all, the proposition was something they had just studied in private.
But what's going on now?
The Xu family suffered a huge change, Xu Fan fell ill... and Xu Que stood up strangely?
Is this justified? Are there any imperial laws?
When Xu Que finished writing the second line of his poem, the silver light flourished, and the silver ripples spread like calm water ripples.
When the third and fourth sentences came out, golden light gradually emerged from the silver light.
The fifth and sixth sentences appear, the golden light rotates rapidly, and the colorful rays are like stars in the sky.
The scribes in the audience were like wax statues, all of them were petrified, and their minds were blank... because this poem was not completed yet and it was already a poem that has been famous for thousands of years.
Xu Que's writing speed increased, and the last two sentences were completed instantly. The colorful glow changed again, and the colorful colors filled the entire Piaoxiang Tower!
A masterpiece of poetry that will last forever!
Just as the golden paper was floating, a holy seal fell from the sky and landed heavily directly above the poem.
Everyone looked up and saw thirteen big characters above the poem: Move to Northern Xinjiang to chant aspirations, written by Xu Que of Great Yan Kingdom!
The poem rises with the wind and reaches the sky...
Xu Que was dumbfounded.
The poem lasted for thousands of years and its fragrance lasted for thousands of years. He expected that this poem had been circulating in his world for a long time.
There were only two things that made him stupid. The first was that he didn't write a title, and the second was that he didn't write about himself as the author... But when the seal fell just now, he left his name and gave him a title... The most important thing is that he didn't write the title. The thing is, this seems to be given by a saint!
Xu Que didn't write the author's name, which was intentional. He was worried that the saint had great supernatural powers and could find it in another place with a phone call or something... He knew that he was a copycat and would kill him later, so he didn't dare to sign.
But the sage made up the title and directly positioned the author as him...then this is really interesting!
Xu Que was extremely proud. He didn't say that he wrote this poem, but you, the saint, judged it yourself... What if you get in touch with that place one day... I won't take the blame!
And this is not the only thing that makes Xu Que happy. This means that many things can be played with. After all, you, the saint, don’t even know the origin of these things, wouldn’t that be...
Xu Que felt that his career as a civil servant was infinitely taller in an instant, and he could completely turn the world upside down!
Just when Xu Que was happily dreaming about the future, an old voice from the sky came: "Before you enter the Wenji, a poem will last forever. It is not easy to be true. I will give you the Wenji Dao Pillar, so that you can practice and comprehend it."
A ray of holy light fell on Xu Que's poem. In an instant, the poem turned into a colorful dragon. The dragon roared from the sky for nine days, covering Xu Que's body. The colorful light was like a vast ocean, gently lifting Xu Que up. In less than a moment, the colorful dragon roared down from the sky. The light gradually disappeared into his body. The ancient tree in Xu Que's brain had been experiencing drought for a long time. The old tree suddenly had a root. The dead bark gradually became full of vitality, and the leaves that had been there before became more alive. . The obscure classics previously stored in Xuan Dao Sect became easy to decipher, and even the incomprehensible formations could be understood. Xu Que even felt that his memory had become incredible. He once read a book in that world. There were only a few words before, but now everything is clearly presented in his mind...
Xu Que's heart was pounding. He had Wen Ji, and his longing for literary education was ignited. The ancient tree in his head was indeed somehow related to literary education.
It seems that Wen Dao is the key to unlocking this ancient tree. If the achievements are further improved, what will happen to the ancient tree?
Xu Que suppressed his excitement. He didn't dare to try his secret in front of so many people. After all, it was about his life!
No one knew what Xu Que was feeling. At this moment, everyone in the place was turned to stone, and their eyes were wide open. Some people even couldn't bear it and even fainted.
You know, no one has been granted Wen Ji for thousands of years, and what is this Dao Pillar?
The sacred pillar of Wenji? What does this mean?
Qu Xian and others' faces were ashen. Their original intention was to wipe out the Xu family, but in the end, a genius came to the Xu family?
Xu Que didn't care what people like Qu Xian were thinking. There was only one thing he wanted to destroy!
"Thank you for the holy grace." Xu Que flicked his sleeves and kowtowed at a ninety-degree angle: "Thanks to the Holy Master for recognizing the student's poem and giving him the Wenji Taoist Pillar. The student burst into tears with gratitude. This kindness cannot be repaid, but the student There is one more thing I dare not not say."
