"Brother?"
Wang Bugui's voice was not transmitted, but he shouted out in such an earth-shattering tone that everyone heard it immediately.
"The eldest brother of Prince Wang? Isn't Prince Wang the eldest son of the Wang family?"
"Is it a collateral line?"
"This... hmm? That's..."
"OMG!"
…
Chen Luo heard the word "big brother", looked at it in confusion, and immediately became happy.
Isn’t this Wang Bugui?
Last year we broke into the Crystal Demon Realm together, and were later recalled by the family to face the winter battle. Unexpectedly, we met here again.
"No return!" Chen Luo happily jumped off the carriage, sensed it, and was a little surprised, "Has he reached the Confucian realm?"
Wang Bugui didn't look like a good young master at this time. He scratched the back of his head shyly and said with a smile: "The one who accidentally broke through last month can't compare to your six thousand miles of martial arts, big brother."
As the two of them were talking, bursts of cheers came from the team of Confucian scholars behind them——
"Wuhou! It's really Wuhou!"
"Wu Hou is mighty!"
"Shame on the literati, I love you..."
Chen Luo's face turned dark. The last words sounded like a strong man's voice. He couldn't stand it!
Don't love me, it won't work.
Chen Luo waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and the team behind them immediately stopped.
"Brother, you are so majestic!" Wang Bugui looked at Chen Luo with envy.
Chen Luo was about to speak when suddenly there was another sound of wind in the distant sky. He looked up and saw three or five students in Tsing Yi coming from the wind. Those students didn't look like other Confucian students at all, but more like fishermen. People like , Woodcutter, etc. put on the clothes of students, looking weird but with a hint of harmony. Everyone who came here had their brows furrowed, as if they were worried about countless things, big and small.
"He is a student of Caotang Academy." Wang Bugui knew that Chen Luo had just entered the world, and was worried that someone would catch Chen Luo in his words, so he quickly sent a message and said, "'The high autumn wind in August is roaring, rolling up the triple thatch on my house!' This is The method of breaking through the grass and flying away passed down by Saint Zimei."
"I have always liked this art of flying. Scholars regard themselves as thatch in the wind and are willing to transform into 'a vast mansion with thousands of rooms'. It has a very high style and a deep meaning." A waxy voice spoke to Chen Luo'er. There was a sound at the edge, Chen Luo turned his head and saw Princess Ye Shuyi of Pingyang in red standing beside him at some point.
"But what I like is not the style and connotation, but the momentum of the howling wind. It's obviously very pretentious, but not pretentious at all. This is very high-end." Ye Shuyi smiled softly and saluted Chen Luo, "Shu Yi has met Senior Brother Chen." After saying that, he looked at Wang Bugui: "Didn't your brother-in-law say that he would wait until I grow up? I heard that he has already married a third concubine?"
Wang Bugui smiled awkwardly: "My brother-in-law said that the princess was young at the time and was just joking with you..."
"Hmph!" Ye Shuyi snorted softly, "I have been waiting for sixteen years, just because I want to say something to him when I grow up: What a beautiful idea! You go back and help me bring the words to him this time."
Wang Bugui nodded repeatedly.
At this time, two more groups of people flew in from a distance. Ye Shuyi looked up and introduced to Chen Luo: "The current person riding the crane is a member of the Mengde Saint clan. That is the saying of "A crane flies up to the clouds in the clear sky, and the poetry reaches the blue sky". The way to escape.”
Chen Luo nodded. When he dreamed that the saint defeated the great scholar, he once praised this poem and engraved it into the way of heaven. Now, as soon as the great scholar is born, there may be a vision of the clear sky attracting cranes. Not long ago, the thirty-six hundred battles in Dongcang City The great Confucian scholar made this happen.
"The ones behind are riding the rolling clouds and waves are the students of Yellow Crane Academy. This is the technique of flying through the clouds, which is taken from 'The Yellow Crane is gone and never comes back, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years.'"
"Although Dang Yun Fei Yuan is not fast, it can create pavilions in it, which has a certain defensive effect. It is said that the great scholars of Yellow Crane Academy can also summon yellow cranes in the cloud tower to fight against the enemy, which is indeed a wonderful skill."
Chen Luo felt a sense of admiration in his heart. Although a mere flying spell came from "Pingbu Qingyun", he had successively seen Wang Bugui's strokes, Yufeng from Caotang Academy, Jiahe from the Shihao family, Huang The floating clouds of He Academy can tell the whole story at a glance. How beautiful this Confucian school must be, and how glorious this world must be!
This trip was not in vain.
As soon as Ye Shuyi finished the introduction, a leader of the Caotang Academy walked up to Chen Luo and saluted respectfully: "The Caotang Ling Jueding has met Wuhou and Princess Pingyang." After saying that, he nodded slightly to Wang Bugui. Signal.
Chen Luo quickly returned the salute. When this figure who looked like a woodcutter approached, he noticed that the hairs all over his body stood up. This was the warrior's own vigilance. Even the carefree Lang Feixian sent a message at this time: "This person is as strong as a Confucian at the Confucian level!"
Immediately afterwards, the leaders of the Shihao family and Huanghe Academy also stepped forward.
"Liu Chenzhou has met Wuhou and Princess Pingyang."
"Xia Qingchuan has met Wu Hou and Princess Pingyang."
Unexpectedly, the leader of Huanghe Academy this time is a woman. She looks young, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that are naturally charming. This slight smile will surprise someone in their youth.
Chen Luo returned the courtesy one by one. Confucianism teaches the principles. Regardless of whether he is a teacher or his own status, it is appropriate for everyone to come and worship him. At this moment, a deep and upright voice sounded: "Fang Ji, Tianxin College, has met Wu Hou."
Ye Shuyi was not included in this sentence, and it was obviously directed at Chen Luo. Chen Luo turned around and saw a man in his thirties clasping his fists and saluting him.
Chen Luo didn't rush to return the gift, but asked: "Fang family?"
That Fang Ji stood up, nodded and said: "I am a branch of the Fang family. I am the master of Tianxin College. This time I brought three or two of my disciples to participate in the flower appreciation in Rouyuan."
At this time, Ye Shuyi sent a message to Chen Luo: "Senior Brother Chen, Tianxin Academy is the clan school of the Fang family."
Seeing Ye Shuyi and Chen Luo communicating, Fang Ji was not in a hurry. He waited until he saw a look of understanding on Chen Luo's face before continuing: "The grudge between Fang and Zhulin originated from the Tianshu incident. Now because of the Lord The ancestors of the family became evil and turned against each other. Now that the saint ancestor is back in charge of the family and rectifying the family tradition, things like before will never happen again. The grudges will be settled one day, but not today. I see the master of human martial arts, Regarding etiquette and principles, everyone comes to worship."
When Chen Luo heard this, he also bowed back: "Thank you! I understand."
Thank you very much. Thank you for coming over and bowing down. If you treat each other with courtesy, I will return the favor.
I understand, I understand that as a master of martial arts, I will not take the initiative to embarrass myself when I meet the juniors from Tianxing Academy in the garden later.
When Fang Ji heard this, his face relaxed and he bowed again: "Thank you very much."
This thank you is for understanding.
After paying homage, Fang Ji turned around and left. Chen Luo looked at Fang Ji's back and suddenly heard Lang Feixian's murmur: "This Fang Ji is not cultivating the Fang family's holy way."
…
About a quarter of an hour later, Lu Changle walked up to Ye Shuyi and whispered a few words, telling her that the people entering the garden had been gathered, and Ye Shuyi nodded. Lu Changle rose into the sky, spring thunder bursting from his tongue: "The time has come, the Rouyuan Garden is open."
"Everyone should understand the rules. I will say it again."
"Those who enter the garden must have a cultivation level no higher than that of a great Confucian scholar."
"You need to check your own culture before entering the garden, don't be surprised."
As he spoke, Lu Changle waved his sleeves, and suddenly the shadows of flowers flew out from the inside of Rouyuan, turning into little flower demons and flying towards everyone.
Chen Luo had long heard Yang Qianli introduce the admission process in detail. To put it simply, these Rouyuan flower spirits sense the cultural heritage of the people who enter the garden. If they are qualified, they will turn into Baihua Tokens and be transmitted to the Rouyuan on their own. , if one's own literary charm is insufficient, he will also lose the qualification to enter the garden.
Because it is a test of the essence of literature and the effect of judgment potential, the thousands of people preparing to enter the garden have cultivation levels ranging from the seventh-grade poetry realm to the fourth-grade preaching realm like Ling Jueding, which is quite complicated. , many situations will naturally arise during inspection.
"Fake it! Do you think having a few poems tattooed on your body can deceive the senses of the flower spirits in Rouyuan? You are not allowed to enter!"
"Open your mouth! Wenhua elixir naturally has medicinal fragrance, how can you deceive us! You are not allowed to enter!"
"Report! This person wants to bribe me and give me a drop of semen. I will report it. No entry allowed!"
"Ancestor? Oh my god, it's an ancestor!" A Rouyuan flower spirit checked in front of Chen Luo. For some reason, the dreamland flower forest in Chen Luo's mind suddenly trembled. The flower suddenly felt that countless people were carrying it. The ancestor of the flower spirit who was splashing the sky stood in front of him. He seemed to see six thousand miles of flower forests. He shouted and fell to the ground...
Suddenly, all eyes in the audience turned to Chen Luo. Chen Luo's heart moved and he grabbed the Baihua Ling transformed from the flower spirit, and his figure disappeared instantly.
Suddenly, a green lotus that was trying to "fish in troubled waters" was ejected by a force...
…
Chen Luo opened his eyes again, and he was already in a flower field. The flower field stretched for three hundred miles, with mountains and river valleys all in sight, and strange flowers in bud. But the book of life and death in Chen Luo's mind trembled slightly, and Chen Luo frowned slightly at this time.
What did he see?
He saw a stone statue of a bird, either fluttering its wings, or opening its mouth to cry, or a tired bird returning to its nest. At a glance, countless birds were standing, lying down, or flying, but time seemed to be frozen, and all the birds The birds all turned into stone statues.
At this time, Wang Bugui, who followed Chen Luo in, saw Chen Luo's appearance, reached out and patted Chen Luo: "Brother, are you okay?"
Chen Luo came back to his senses. At this time, the scene in front of him changed again. There were three hundred miles of flower fields, three hundred miles of strange flowers in bud. He shook his head at Wang Bugui, said it was okay, and murmured softly. He shouted: "Senior Brother!" But there was no response. Chen Luo stretched out his hand and touched it. The green lotus that had been embedded in the crown disappeared at some point.
"Again?" Chen Luo frowned slightly. It seemed that Lang Feixian didn't come in with him. Chen Luo shrugged and had to bury what he saw just now in his heart.
"Wu Hou, there is a strange flower that you are interested in. It doesn't matter if you take action first!" A voice sounded. Chen Luo glanced at it and found that it was a student from Tianxin College. He had only stood behind Fang Ji when they lined up before. Maybe this time The senior disciple of Tianxin Academy has entered Rouyuan.
"Thank you." Chen Luo also remembered Fang Ji's promise, nodded, and plucked a strange flower beside him. Wang Bugui said quickly: "Brother, don't be fooled. In order to make the strange flower bloom, you must first write a poem. A poem can only open one flower, so don’t use it on these low-level... huh?"
I saw that Chen Luo did not recite poems and lyrics, but just grabbed the stem of a strange flower with his hand, and for a moment——
Strange flowers are blooming!
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