"receive!"
A blank scroll suddenly flew out of Ge Huaiying and Ge Daru's sleeve. The scroll unfolded and covered the city wall. In an instant, all the poetic imagery fell on the blank scroll. The scroll was filled with elegance and elegance. At a glance, it seems to be the four-line poem "The boat is full of clear dreams and the stars are overwhelming", and it also seems to be a picture of drunken boating, which is very mysterious.
Everyone's eyes almost glowed green, staring straight at the picture. This is a poetic painting intention. Although it is only a one-time treasure, it is enough for hundreds of Mengtong to contemplate day and night. There is a high chance that the poetic image will be planted in the soul, and the road to poetry will be almost smooth.
At the lowest level, it is still a master’s realm.
If you become a master as soon as possible, your chances of becoming a great Confucian will also be greatly increased!
It can be called the treasure of family fortune!
It's just that the scroll didn't care at all about everyone's gaze. As soon as the scroll was rolled, it was gathered into a bunch, and then flew towards Chen Luo.
There are thousands of beautiful things in the world, but they have nothing to do with you.
…
Shi Lezhi felt his head hurt.
The mentality that had just calmed down experienced violent ups and downs again.
Three poems in a row, poems passed down from generation to generation.
From poetry, to putting pen to paper, and finally to poetry...
Such performance, such literary talent, such age!
Could it be that one?
Shi Lezhi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and he took a deep breath.
No, no.
How could it be such a coincidence!
That one is still in Dongcang City now!
With that person's status, how could he travel without any ceremony?
Impossible, impossible!
The world has its own heroes, and maybe Brother Liu is such a great talent in poetry.
That must be it!
At this moment, a demonic aura erupted from behind, briefly attracting everyone's attention.
Shi Lezhi turned around and saw his demon servant Qingmu Chan with his eyes wide open, looking incredulous.
"Uncle Qing, you..." Shi Lezhi was stunned. Qingmu Chan was a relatively senior demon servant in his family. He was also the strongest among the three demon servants who followed him this time. He was at the peak of the fifth-grade spirit-breaking realm.
If what he sensed just now was correct, Aoki Toad had broken through.
Promoted from the fifth-grade spirit-breaking realm to the fourth-grade spirit-melting realm.
Shi Lezhi felt slightly reassured, feeling that he had gained a little more confidence in front of Brother Liu.
So what if your poetic talent is extraordinary? I am protected by a fourth-grade demon!
The fourth-grade spirit-melting realm is only one level away from the great sage of the demon clan. Even if he returns home, he can no longer be treated as a demon servant, but as a guest of the family.
Shi Lezhi was about to step forward to congratulate, but Qingmu Chan came over with an excited expression.
Shi Lezhi was stunned and immediately noticed that Qingmu Toad's breakthrough had attracted some attention, and he instantly understood what Qingmu Toad was thinking.
Uncle Qing wants to find some face for himself.
Think about it, the fourth-grade demon paying homage to him in full view of the public can give him a bit of Brother Liu's limelight.
#Liu Dongchen broke Qingning with three poems, and Qingmu Chan worshiped his benefactor with four poems#
Shi Lezhi thought of hot search tags in the blink of an eye.
"Uncle Qing still loves me!" Shi Lezhi felt a little touched, so he took a deep breath, looked at the sky with his hands behind his hands, and waited for Qingmu Toad.
Then, Qingmu Chan walked past Shi Lezhi.
gone……
past……
Passed by.
"Huh?" Shi Lezhi turned his head and was about to call Qingmu Toad when he saw Qingmu Toad kneeling respectfully in front of the carriage, with an excited look on his face, and shouted: "Qingmu Toad Bloodline Qing Er Xi is glad to have seen the ancestors." Takako."
The demon clan respects bloodline, and the bloodline that leads directly to the level of the great saint without bottlenecks is called the ancestral bloodline, which is the authoritative class among the same clan.
In fact, Qing Erxi's own bloodline was impure, and being able to reach the peak of the fifth level was an accident. According to his understanding of himself, there was no hope of breaking through to the fourth level in this life.
But the pill that the little green frog gave to Shi Lezhi just now changed everything.
If you just rely on Jin Guagua's pill, it certainly won't help Qingmu Toad break through. It will only make his demon power more pure. However, Qingmu Toad found that there was a trace of ancestral blood in the pill.
That was when the top ancestral nobleman used himself as a furnace to refine the elixir, he incorporated a trace of pure aura. Although this aura was only an insignificant wisp, it had the meaning of the Toad Ancestor, making his complex green wood toad His bloodline was instantly sublimated, which helped him break through to the fourth level.
How could he not know that he had encountered a great destiny.
"Second grandson Qing Er is pleased to ask to see Grandpa Zumai!" The fourth-grade demon shouted excitedly and shouted again.
Shi Lezhi stayed where he was.
That cute little frog?
Haha, impossible! Absolutely impossible!
At this time, a crisp frog croaking came from the carriage.
"Quah! (See you, see you!)"
"Gah! (That pill is your master's reward for explaining the problem to my eldest brother, so you don't need to pay homage to me!)"
"Quack! Quack! (Don't disturb me to listen to the scholar's interpretation of poetry! I am a cultural frog!)"
Then, there was another low murmur.
"Gah... (The pills are not sugar-coated, I am not interested...)"
Shi Lezhi's scalp felt numb.
If a demon pet is so generous with his actions, then the identity of that person is simply Shi Lezhi's seventh uncle, Shi Zhui.
The meaning of the little frog was very clear. The feeling of explaining in front of the city gate could be repaid with this elixir.
Shi Lezhi remembered what he had said before, and his face instantly felt like it was on fire!
Half a person! A little more craftsmanship!
Shi Lezhi, what on earth did you just do!
Talk about benevolence and righteousness to Confucius, but talk about doing nothing with the Taoist master?
Lost your mind!
Wait, if Brother Liu is really that one, then the woman in the carriage...
As we all know, the one for whom the bamboo forest sent a protector was a woman.
A woman who forced the chess master to tear up his chess book.
Shi Lezhi didn't dare to think anymore. How could a thunderbolt hit him in this beautiful blue sky?
It's clearly spring in March, but why do I feel a little cold?
He looked at the carriage carriage.
I should be under the car, not here.
…
Those present were all students who were qualified for the spring exam, so naturally they had some experience.
As soon as this poem came out, and connected with the previous two questions, everyone knew who the person in front of them was.
For a moment, everyone looked at Chen Luo with sharp eyes.
It can be regarded as seeing a living person.
At this moment, Chen Luo seemed not to notice the gazes of everyone, he put away the scroll of poetry and paintings, and held his hand towards the great scholar on the city gate.
"Thank you Ge Daru!"
"Liu Dongchen, a young student, asks the great Confucian scholar to write poems!"
I know you know who I am, but you are all pretending not to know who I am, so I will pretend not to know who I am. You are pretending not to know who I am.
When Ge Huaiying heard Chen Luo's thanks, his bones were half soft, and he quickly smiled and said: "Wu... I don't need to thank you for what I'm doing."
All the Confucian scholars were tired: Why are you pretending? You can see it all.
Covering one's ears and stealing the bell is nothing more than that.
However, the minds of all the students changed.
We know you are pretending not to know who you are, so just pretend that you really don’t know.
Since we don’t know who you are, is it okay for everyone to get closer?
I'll find an opportunity later to cut off the chicken head and burn it with yellow paper. What if I succeed?
Um! Nothing wrong.
After thinking about this section, a student suddenly said loudly: "Please let three great Confucians comment on this poem by Brother Liu!"
The word "Xuexiong Liu" was mentioned very seriously in his words!
"That's right!" the Wenchang Pavilion official said quickly, "Let's get down to business first. The last untitled poem needs to be checked by three great scholars!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes fell back on the four lines of poetry on the city wall.
Even though the poetic meaning in the poem has been taken away at this time, the poetic rhyme remaining in the poem also stimulates the blossoming of poetic flowers.
"Ahem..." Li Daru could not hold back for a long time and spoke first: "The west wind blew the old Dongting waves, and Mr. Xiang's hair turned gray overnight. These two sentences can only be said to be wonderful, but they cannot be said to be perfect. words."
If you want to promote, you should suppress first, this is the old comment.
"But I love the word 'chui lao' the most. Ordinary people use the word 'chui lao' to refine their words, mostly by blowing wrinkles and blowing them into poems, but Wu... ahem... Liu Xiaoyou's word 'chui lao' is refreshing."
"The wrinkles of old age add to the sense of the passing of time. Dongting is like a beautiful woman in her old age, which makes people sigh."
"There is no need to say more about Mr. Xiang. There is a description in Qu Fuzi's Nine Songs. Mrs. Xiang wept and lamented for her husband. This allusion was integrated into the image of playing the old man in Dongting. The years are twilight, the mountains and rivers are suddenly late, and the beauty is white-headed... …How lonely!”
"These last two sentences..." Li Daru paused briefly, intending to whet everyone's appetite, but Lu Daru said directly: "These last two sentences are amazing and stunning!"
"When you are drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water. The beauty of this sentence lies in the three words "Heaven is in the water."
"Du Zimei once said, 'A boat on spring water is like sitting in the sky.' It's similar to this sentence, 'After being drunk, you don't know the sky is in the water.' One is riding a boat to the sky, and the other is holding the sky into the water! I actually remembered another famous saying, 'Half an Acre of Square Pond' Once the mirror is opened, the skylight, clouds and shadows are lingering together', which is also a common scenery."
"When an ordinary person writes this, it should be the pinnacle of the whole poem. Unexpectedly, Liu Xiaoyou once again elevated the poetic meaning and wrote the last sentence, 'A boat full of clear dreams crushes the stars', from the scene to the dream!"
"Is it a light boat that weighs down the galaxy? No, it's a clear dream of the people on the boat!"
"The layman Yi An has a good saying, 'I'm afraid that a boat on Shuangxi will not be able to carry many sorrows.' The first time I use a boat to carry my sorrows, I let my sorrows go out. But this sentence, "The boat is filled with clear dreams," reveals the open-mindedness and unrestrainedness. .”
"With the title of the poem, 'I sing in the moonlight, and my dancing shadows are scattered,' it seems so lonely, yet so free and unrestrained."
"But in my opinion, Qinglianxian also has a poem that fits this poem very well."
"We are all full of joy, strong and full of thoughts, and want to go to the blue sky to catch the bright moon. Cut off the water with a knife, and the water will flow more, and use wine to relieve sorrow and sorrow will become more sorrowful. Life is not satisfactory in this world, and the dispersion of the Ming Dynasty will make the boat flat!"
"If it weren't for the fact that Liu Xiaoyou wrote the poem that I saw with my own eyes, and that the poem "Clear Dreams Over the Galaxy" was written by Li Qinglian, I would have believed it!"
After saying so much in one breath, Lu Daru breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at Ge Daru: "Brother Ge, what do you think?"
Ge Huaiying looked at Lu Daru with a smile on his face.
You guys have finished talking again, what should I say?
Okay, you forced me!
Ge Huaiying let out a long sigh and said, "After seeing this poem today, I'm afraid I won't be able to discuss other poems with peace of mind in the future."
"I can't read the poems in front of me, but I have three poems by Qing Ning in my heart."
"I, from now on, I will no longer comment on poetry!"
With a gray and confused tone, Ge Huaiying stood on the wall and bowed to Chen Luo, who quickly returned the bow.
But Ge Huaiying couldn't get up, and Chen Luo couldn't get up either.
An old man and a young man worshiped each other across the city wall.
At sunset, the setting sun fell on the two of them, as if it had frozen into a beautiful picture.
This scene was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone present.
Some students sighed: "If you pay homage to Wenhua, you are truly a great Confucian."
"The great scholar bowed his head to honor the culture, and the young man returned the courtesy to his confidant! This is a good story, a story that will last through the ages!"
"We actually witnessed the birth of a great story! It's worth it. Even if you lose your reputation this time, it's worth it."
"Hurry up and take a photo. For one thousand taels of silver, who can sell me a photo talisman!"
"I'll give you two thousand taels. Hurry up. They'll get up soon... huh? There doesn't seem to be any sign of getting up."
On the city wall, Li Daru and Lu Daru looked at each other and looked at Ge Huaiying, who was still bowing.
Damn it!
Hello!
The great scholar of Wenchang Pavilion coughed dryly, which spread throughout the city.
"Three questions failed!"
"Qingning City, we respectfully invite Mr. Liu to enter the city! Mr. Cui comes out of the house to welcome you..."
At the same time, a loud voice sounded in Qingning City.
"Cui family of Qingning, we are waiting for you!"
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