All the students were puzzled, and some great Confucians were also a little puzzled, but then they understood what was going on...
As the bright light of Tianbang suddenly appeared, the first lyrics slowly appeared in the eyes of the world:
"The first colorful poem, a visit to Kinmen to mourn..."
It's too late to think about it, but I can't help but feel this infinite emotion. I lean on the stems of the twelve corridors and think about them at night...
Once a word catches the eye, everyone is obsessed with it. Colorful words are colorful words after all, and they have unparalleled charm.
Just after the poem ended, a name instantly appeared at the top of the list: Feng Ziyang, a student from Mozhou, an ancient country in Xilou.
At this moment, the students from the Ancient Kingdom of Xilou were excited because this was a colorful poem written by their students from the Ancient Kingdom of Xilou. The queen of the ancient capital of Xilou walked out of the palace and bowed deeply in the direction of the Golden Saint Academy of her country.
As the first color word ends, the second color word also appears:
Title: Visiting Kinmen and remembering.
The wind blows and the water soaks the blue sky at dawn. The wet clouds in the mirror are still full of sorrow, and the lonely blue clouds disappear...
Xu Que turned his attention to the name on the Tianbang. He was curious about which talented person wrote this word.
As the lyrics ended, a name instantly appeared at the top of the list: Ju Jingshan, a student from Yanzhou, an ancient country in Xilou.
Wow...
Students from all over the world were shocked. This ancient country of Xilou is really powerful. It is worthy of being the place where poetry is famous. Two colorful poems came out of it at once!
The students from the Ancient Kingdom of Xilou were even more happy. They kowtowed to Jinsheng Academy because they had indeed benefited a lot from Jinsheng Academy...
The Queen of the Ancient Kingdom of Xilou bowed to Jinsheng Academy again: "Thank you very much, Ci Zong, for giving me the prosperity of Ci in Xilou!"
In the ancient country of Xilou, the bells of the Buddhist temple rang throughout the capital, and eminent monks walked through the air and performed Buddhist rituals one by one towards the Golden Saint Academy.
At this moment, an old man in Jinsheng Academy was extremely embarrassed. He was very ashamed because he was not the Ci master who pioneered the way of Ci. However, the strange thing was that everyone in the world regarded him as that Ci master...
As the golden light of Tianbang reappeared, another song appeared, and at this moment it was much more fierce than the previous two, because this time it was a colorful glow!
"Look, it's a colorful poem!"
At this moment, students and people from all states are looking at the sky and the heavenly list, because this time it is a colorful poem!
Title of the poem: Visiting Kinmen and remembering each other in the sky.
Empty memories, no way to send news. The immortal lovers in heaven are unknown to people, where can they find their sustenance? …
Xu Que's heart trembled. This was very similar to the Memory of Kong Xiangxiang he had read, but the vocabulary in it was a bit different, otherwise it would definitely be colorful!
As the colorful rays of light shone, a name suddenly appeared. It was Yu Wenshang, a student from Hanzhou in Beimang Kingdom!
Beimang Kingdom became lively after this, and the people celebrated as if Huiyuan was born in their own family.
The emperor of Beimang Kingdom was not stingy and directly issued an order to give gold and silver to Hanzhou student Yu Wenshang.
…
"There are really crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the world. In this short examination, three colorful poems actually appeared..." A Confucian scholar sighed.
"Yes, I heard that Yu Wenshang also went to Jinsheng Academy to study. Unexpectedly, this Ci master is really amazing..." Another scholar also sighed deeply.
Above the sky list, the light suddenly changed, and the colorful glow slowly dissipated.
it's over!
Only three colorful lyrics?
But that's enough. After all, these three colorful poems have allowed everyone to see the bright future of Ci, and also let people understand the magical mystery of Ci. At the same time, they also let people know that the beauty of Ci is not inferior to any one...
Suddenly, some students were startled: "Look at the sky!"
Before these words could be said, students from various states seemed to have seen a miracle.
"Immortal work, Qingguang?"
Immortal blue light?
This is the first word that comes to everyone's mind, and it is also the great power pursued by many scribes...
The sky was suddenly filled with colorful lotuses, and each colorful lotus was shrouded in green holy light. For a moment, all the states were alarmed...
Holy words came rolling in: "It is true that the literary world is overjoyed when a new word comes out from one of the Cis. I am especially happy that this word plate has a subtle interpretation of the words. It is an immortal work and is absolutely unparalleled!"
The scribes in various states were shocked, how amazing it was to be able to arouse the Qingci of the Holy Word.
As their eyes fixed on the Heavenly List, the immortal holy light on the Heavenly List began to rotate along with the green lotus, and lines of words appeared on it...
"Jiang Chengzi·Jiang Chengzi recorded a dream on the night of the 20th day of the Dragon Boat Festival in the Huangli calendar..."
Ten years of life and death. Without thinking. Unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, you suddenly return to your hometown with a deep dream. Small Xuan window. Dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
The holy light in the sky stirred up the green lotus at the same time. It was like a mirage appeared in the sky. On top of the desolate solitary grave, a white-haired old man looked at the tombstone in front of him. His temples were gray, and there was a sense of desolation in his eyes, which shed a trace of tears from time to time. tears. In an instant, the scene changed again. Looking back, I saw a beautiful lady dressing up by the small window...
As the scenes appeared, the hearts of the common people seemed to have been cut by something, and the scribes all turned their heads or raised their heads to look at the women around them...
Yes, what a bleak dream this is...
"It is expected that the broken heart will be broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, short of a pine tree..." a brothel master chanted softly, and tears appeared in the corners of her eyes at some point.
This brothel owner is just the tip of the iceberg. At this moment, many women are reciting this poem, because this poem is really great, and it describes the dream of loneliness in the world.
After they die, they also look forward to having such a person who will think of them like this, so that they will be satisfied...
On the outskirts of Great Yandu City, a beautiful woman looked up at the sky and whispered: "What a sad and beautiful dream. Is this the feeling of remembrance? If I could meet him, would he remember me like this?"
As the green lotus flowers in the sky gradually closed up, they turned into a line of the author's name:
Xu Que, Nanfengzhou, Dayan Kingdom!
Great Yan Xu Que?
The whole continent was in a state of panic. In an instant, all the scribes were excited because they had all heard of this name...
Great Yan Xu Que? Will it be the same name?
It must be the same name, right? How can anyone be so talented? It’s already great that Jiang Jinjiu would write this poem again...
A group of scribes couldn't imagine it, and they couldn't believe it either...
What they don't know is that the people of Nanfeng Prefecture are excited at this moment, because they are not unfamiliar with this name at all.
What shocked them even more was that one of Xu Que's poems overshadowed the country where the Ci Sect was located. You must know that the ancient Xilou Kingdom was a powerful country, and their queen was a goddess who believed in Buddhism.
At the entrance of the Confucian Temple Examination Hall, everyone's eyes were focused on Xu Que. They were a little unbelievable, because there was no possibility of having the same name, because only the young man in front of them could do such a thing...
The holy light on the sky list was withdrawn and turned into a green light and shot towards Xu Que. Another line of big characters appeared on Xu Que's writing: "Ten years of life and death are boundless. Do not think about it. I will never forget it... Then I will give you the 'pupil of life and death'" !”
The Eye of Life and Death?
what?
Xu Que didn't fall asleep this time. He quickly closed his eyes and started checking.
At this moment, on top of Wen Ji, in addition to the golden body of Fa Jing, there was another golden surface with the Eye of Life and Death clearly written on it.
As the Eyes of Life and Death and the Golden Body Fajing began to rotate, new branches began to grow on the mysterious ancient tree. At this time, Xu Que only felt his eyes were slightly itchy, and then a strange feeling suddenly Come to mind...
Xu Que didn't know the exclamations of these students at this moment. He was currently calming down this wonderful feeling...
Xu Fan's face was red and he raised Xu Que's hand high, unable to say even a single word.
Ci Zong, what Ci Zong? His brother is that Ci Zong!
But in this case, he dared not say it. After all, the name was too scary, and he also knew that it was a double-edged sword. If he said it today, the Xu family would be poisoned by countless people tomorrow... …
Thinking about what his younger brother said that day, Xu Fan had a thousand things to say in his heart, but he still held it back...
