"..."
Outside the Rouyuan, everything was calm.
Although I have never seen Qihua take the initiative to throw herself into his arms, doesn’t it mean Wuhou has never been there before?
"normal".
The only question everyone has now is: Will there be a first-class poem next?
If so, can Wen Yun be improved further?
"I'm afraid it won't work..." Although he was full of gratitude to Chen Luo at this time, Lu Changle still sighed softly, "Rouyuan was built by Emperor Lin for Princess Roufu, and it fundamentally determines the quality of the flowers. The upper limit is the first grade. If the poem is really to be of the first grade, the rhyme will at best make the quality higher."
"That's right!" The Great Confucian in the Caotang twirled his beard and said, "Sacred objects all need the holy charm of the Dao. Emperor Lin has not been canonized, and Wuhou has only opened a path of six thousand miles. This flower is at most a first-class !”
The scholar from the Shihao family also nodded and said: "The gap between the Saint Grade and the First Grade is much greater than the total gap between the First Grade and the Ninth Grade. How can it be that simple? It's only one Grade at most!"
The scholar from Huanghe Academy coughed dryly: "Everyone, listen, are you speaking human language?"
"Is it just the first grade?"
"The first grade is a world-shattering Wenhua! What else do you want?"
"If you enter the garden, can you be guaranteed to write poems of the first grade... No, can you guarantee that you will write poems of the third grade or above?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned.
That's right, since when did third-grade flowers become worthless in my mind?
Ye Shuyi looked at Chen Luo, who was in a daze on the screen, and said with some amusement: "It's not because he looks too relaxed..."
…
At this time, Chen Luo came back to his senses, and there were still three hundred miles of flower fields in front of him, with no bird statues in sight.
But it was the shadow of the bird flying around the flower that made Chen Luo frown slightly.
"The singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers? The phantoms of birds? The stone statues of birds? What's the connection here?"
"Brother..." Wang Bugui saw that Chen Luo was lost in thought, so he shouted. Chen Luo came back to his senses and shook his head slightly, "I'm fine!"
"Brother Wuhou, should we order this strange flower for the first time, or look for it elsewhere." Xia Qingchuan asked crisply. Although this little girl looks innocent, she is the leader of Huanghe Academy after all. His mind was naturally clear, and he changed the subject with just one sentence, without giving anyone a chance to ask why Chen Luo was in a trance.
"Just this one!" Chen Luo also realized something in his heart at this time. The strange birds he saw turned around, as if they were waiting for him to light the flowers.
He suddenly had a premonition that strange flowers would continue to appear in this place, and he ordered himself to place them one by one.
Now that it's here, let's make peace with it.
Chen Luo raised his hand, and Ling Jueding, Liu Chenzhou, Xia Qingchuan, and Wang Bugui all took a few steps back in tacit agreement. At the same time, more and more disciples entered the garden, attracted by the fragrance of the previous flowers, and fell behind everyone.
Chen Luo stretched out his hand to touch the first-born child of the strange flower. The first-born child suddenly trembled, and another illusion fell——
In the fantasy world, the bright moon hangs high, the sea breeze roars, and the waves reaching the sky rise like mountains. There is an old man in the waves, holding a bamboo stick and stepping on a huge book page, walking forward in the wind and waves. The old man's heart seemed to have been penetrated by someone, and a ball of green energy filled it. However, the old man's face was calm, his eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed not to care.
"Xiangshan Crossing the Sea!" Ling Jueding's expression changed, and he quickly bowed deeply to the old man in the illusion. Liu Chenzhou also put away his folding fan, Xia Qingchuan folded his skirt and bowed, and Wang Bugui straightened his crown and bowed.
…
"It's Xiangshan that crosses the sea!" Outside the Rouyuan, there was a sudden cry of exclamation, and then everyone bowed deeply. Even Yun Siyao, who had been sitting in the car, walked out of the carriage and bowed seriously. The green lotus trembled and transformed into the human form of Lang Feixian. Lang Feixian put away the unruly look on his face, solemnly and solemnly, and said Salute to the teacher.
The man named Xiangshan is Lu Zijing, known as Mr. Xiangshan.
The so-called Xiangshan crossing the sea refers to the fact that during the previous dynasty, Mr. Xiangshan realized that "the heart is the law of heaven", broke through the holy throne, and integrated his own heart with the way of heaven, which bought a hundred breaths of time for the heaven. However, he fell into the world of saints just after he was canonized. He used his remaining holy power to kill two incoming barbarian gods, and then crossed the sea to chase down a fleeing barbarian priest.
Later, a saint once commented that it was the Xiangshan Baixiu that saved the human race for hundreds of generations, so he was honored by the Holy Church as the "Great Confucian of the Century"!
"This is Linhuang's question!" the great scholar in the thatched cottage said solemnly, "To be able to manifest Xiangshan and cross the sea to do this question, it must be Linhuang's courage!"
"It's difficult!" The scholar from the Shihao family sighed, "This question is too heavy. No matter how talented the poet is, it will probably be useless!"
"Not only is it romantic, but singing praises is also cliché."
"It turned out to be this question!" The great scholar from Yellow Crane Academy shook his head and said, "I remember that this question was the first year of the scientific examination when Emperor Lin defeated the Mantian Queen! Three years after the question was raised, no one could write it."
Ye Shuyi nodded: "The ancestors of my family once said this, saying that even a semi-saint would have difficulty answering the question. If someone can match it, then he has a holy path in his heart, and there is hope for the holy path!"
"So this question is also called 'Elephant Mountain Crossing the Sea, Students Asking for Saints'!"
Everyone looked at Chen Luo in the picture.
Can this Wuhou, who has repeatedly created miracles, still bring surprises to them?
…
"Xiangshan crosses the sea, and students ask the saints!" Chen Luo also received the information about this test question, with a strange look on his face.
This is going to fight the Fang family to death!
Chen Luo thought for a moment and raised his hand.
…
"Wuhou, be careful!" People outside Rouyuan looked at the scene in Rouyuan nervously. They thought that Chen Luo would have to think hard for at least an hour, which was already an overestimation.
I didn’t expect this to be an overestimation or an underestimation.
In just such a moment, you are about to take action?
We are not in a hurry, we can afford to wait.
Think about it slowly!
"Be careful!" Everyone shouted in their hearts.
…
Ling Jueding looked at Chen Luo without blinking. Liu Chenzhou couldn't help but tighten the paper fan in his hand. Xia Qingchuan firmly grabbed Wang Bugui's arm and twisted it hard.
Wang Bugui's face was deformed in pain, but he didn't dare to say anything for fear of disturbing Chen Luo, so he bit his other arm.
The students who entered the kindergarten were all breathing heavily. As a Confucian student, who doesn't know the story and the meaning behind "Xiangshan Crossing the Sea"?
Could it be that today, they have something more to talk about that they can boast about in the future?
At this moment, Chen Luo's colorful energy shone in his hand and fell from the sky——
The danger is not stuck in the chest,
How different are the floating clouds passing through space?
The night is quiet and the waves are thirty thousand miles away,
The moon is bright and the flying stick is flying under the sky wind.
After writing a poem, the twenty-eight Yawen characters floating in the air trembled slightly. At this time, the illusion appeared again. Mr. Xiangshan, who was walking on the sea with green energy in his chest, suddenly opened his eyes that had been closed, and slightly He turned his head and looked at Chen Luo, seemingly through time and space, and smiled faintly. Then he raised his bamboo stick and tapped it gently in Chen Luo's direction.
With this stick, a green light seemed to appear, and the illusion dissipated, but the green light rushed out of the illusion, and circled around the colorful elegant poems that had just been written, as if like a guide, guiding these two people. Eighteen characters were drawn into the strange flower embryo one after another.
The buds of the strange flowers suddenly bloomed with green light, but they did not bloom instantly like the previous strange flowers, but slowly unfolded.
…
"Gentlemen, Wu Hou's poem just now..." A master walked to the scholar in the front row and bowed to ask.
At this time, several great scholars also looked at each other with solemn expressions. Finally, the great scholar in the thatched cottage was the first to open his mouth and said: "Poetry of the Holy Way!"
"The dangerous things are not stuck in the chest, so how are they different from the floating clouds passing through the space." The great scholar in the thatched cottage said slowly, "It sounds ordinary at first, but if you think about it carefully, the dangerous things are not in the heart, and the floating clouds are passing through the space. This inside and outside are a lot of things. The theory of realm.”
"Exactly." Lu Changle nodded, "Wuhou once wrote, 'If he is strong, he will be strong, and the breeze will blow on the hills; if he is horizontal, he will be horizontal, and the bright moon will shine on the river.' The sentences are different, but the truth is the same. It doesn't matter. The huge waves surge into the sky, but if I don’t move my heart, they will be like clouds passing across the sky, leaving no trace.”
"There are the last two sentences." The scholar from the Shihao family said thoughtfully, "It's obviously a stormy sea, but the third sentence says that the night is still and the sea is thirty thousand miles away. Where can the tranquility come from? It's just a calm mind. It's obviously a desperate fight for thirty thousand miles. At this time But the moon is bright and the flying staff is flying under the wind in the sky, it is like a journey. What a magnificent mind! He is worthy of being a great scholar of all ages who has integrated the way of heaven into his heart!"
"This poem is all about one's own heart, but it is contrary to another holy way!" As soon as these words came out, everyone subconsciously looked at Tianxin Academy.
The great scholar from Huanghe Academy looked solemn: "Don't say anything else, what level can this poem promote?"
The words awakened the poet, and everyone immediately looked up again at the scene in the soft garden.
…
The flower unfolded slowly, with colorful lights flowing over the petals. Under the gaze of everyone, an ordinary flower bloomed.
"Huh? No fragrance?" A student's expression changed and he asked doubtfully.
"There are no birdsong either!" Another student also said.
Xia Qingchuan turned around and rolled his eyes, and said softly: "Fool, feel it with your soul..."
After hearing Xia Qingchuan's prompt, the other students quickly calmed down and sensed their souls, and then their expressions changed drastically!
"Secret fragrance!"
"It's the secret fragrance of the soul!"
"The ultimate secret fragrance that only the soul can feel!"
The faces of all the students were immediately overjoyed. Gentlemen love fragrance, and the best is the "dark fragrance", which can nourish the soul. The so-called "poetry and calligraphy in the belly are self-sufficient", which means that the fragrance of ink in the classics can make a person The soul is clear, and this ink fragrance is one of the dark fragrances.
"Thank you Wuhou!" The students saluted one after another, sitting cross-legged and meditating one by one, breathing in and out the fragrance. It is no exaggeration to say that absorbing enough fragrance, this benefit has exceeded what they gained in the Rouyuan.
…
"Is it a dark fragrance?"
Outside the Rouyuan Garden, students were seen meditating one after another. Naturally, some people guessed the reason. Many leading teachers and even great scholars in the academy looked happy.
The secret fragrance passes through the brain, and the mind is clear and wise. In the future, the cultivation of these students will usher in a period of rapid development.
What a great harvest!
Suddenly, many people saluted the car where Yun Siyao was sitting.
Ye Shuyi pouted when she saw this: "Hmph, it's obviously my Rouyuan. Master Lu, just say something to draw everyone's attention to our existence."
Lu Changle thought silently in his heart: I can't hear it, I can't hear it! The night is still and the waves are 30,000 miles away. If you can’t hear it, you can’t hear it.
…
"First grade?" Ling Jueding looked at the strange flower. There was a faint fragrance, but where were the birdsong?
At this moment, another colorful butterfly, much larger than before, flew out of Chen Luo's body and crashed into the petals of the strange flower.
"Will it be promoted?" Wang Bugui stared at the strange flower, while Ling Jueding and others looked at the strange flower attentively.
There is a faint fragrance coming, it is undoubtedly a first-class one, coupled with Chen Luo's literary charm, what will happen to this strange flower?
It is said that when Mr. He Jing wrote "The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the dark fragrance floats in the moonlight dusk", it attracted a dark fragrance, and the flowers bloomed for a while, and then the rhyme was blessed, calling out the white crane's long chant. I didn't know that Chen Luo was like this. If a rhyme enters the flower, what kind of vision will it be?
At this time, the light on the strange flower flickered, as if something was about to grow, but suddenly a sudden change occurred, and a bunch of flames jumped from the petals! Then the whole flower was quickly wrapped in a ball of flame!
"Huh?" Chen Luo was surprised. This is a guaranteed first-grade exotic flower. Do you want to burn it?
Chen Luo stretched out his hand to pick off the strange flower, but the flames suddenly expanded and instantly enveloped the entire strange flower. The flames spread and even the flower area burned out of thin air.
"Brother Chen, retreat quickly, this is not an ordinary flame!" Ling Jueding's expression suddenly changed and he shouted!
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