"Have you finished practicing?" Erniu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head in disbelief. The continent's secret skills are divided into four levels, Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, and there are three levels, upper, middle and lower, and twelve levels. As for Jingtao Sword Technique, his father spent a lot of money to buy a heaven-level low-grade secret technique for his breakthrough. After it is completed, the sword emerges like a stormy sea, continuous and powerful. His martial arts talent is not weak, but even so, he has been practicing for almost half a year and has only just achieved great success. And as the young master said, he has mastered it well. He can also swing a sword in simple moves. "Don't worry I won't forget you." At this time, Su Changqing patted Er Niu on the shoulder and said grandly: "I will teach you when I have time." When Er Niu heard this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Then thank you first."
He didn't take these words to heart at all. What he cared about most now was the poem! "Chang Qing, how are you?" "Did you get the poem today?" Erniu asked nervously. "Poetry?" Su Changqing was stunned. "Poetry! Autumn poetry, my dear brother." Erniu almost cried. Changqing won't forget it, right? He boasts endlessly in front of his sweetheart. If you let him go, will you still be able to deal with him in the future? "I remember, look how nervous you are." Su Changqing was a little ashamed, he had really forgotten about this. But it's not a big problem. He has at his fingertips not just one, but a hundred poems in his memory. "Did you really get it?" Er Niu almost jumped up with excitement. This is Ruxian's work. Little Qingqiu still doesn't know what to do? "Poems about 'Autumn'." Su Changqing pondered for a moment, then glanced at Er Niu, who was full of expectations, and an idea flashed in his mind. "Since it's for your sweetheart, you have to adapt to the occasion." Thinking of this, Su Changqing briefly recalled and spoke in a loud voice, like singing, "The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright."
"The fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost again." "How do you like to meet each other? I feel so embarrassed at this time!" "Enter my lovesickness door and know that I am lovesick in pain." "A long love brings long memories, but a short love brings endless memories." "If I had known that it would be so annoying, why would I not have known each other in the first place?" After finishing the poem, Su Changqing nodded with satisfaction. This autumn wind poem was written by a poet in the previous life, and it is a typical work of sadness for autumn. What's even more amazing is that this poem not only describes the artistic conception of autumn, but also expresses the longing for the lover through poetry. This is a perfect match for Erniu's current situation. It is difficult for young people to express their emotions, so they can express them with the help of poetry, which is not only unobtrusive, but also more stylish. "Perfect." Su Changqing secretly praised, then looked up at Er Niu and chuckled: "How about this poem? Is it suitable for you now?" After all, it was a poem written by a famous poet in his previous life, so Su Changqing was still a little confident. However, after hearing Er Niu's words, the smile on his face couldn't help but froze. "Oh, whatever is suitable or not, there is autumn, there are words, and it is written by Mr., that's enough!" After Erniu took note of it, he greeted Su Changqing excitedly, turned around and ran away. How could he, a martial artist, understand the quality of poetry? Anyway, as long as it was written by Ruxian, it was absolutely correct. "Um, is it because the villagers in the mountains don't understand it, or is it that Shixian's poems can't be read in this world?" Su Changqing was stunned for two seconds, and then smiled indifferently. If he can't eat it, he can't eat it. Anyway, he has no intention of becoming famous by writing essays. Reading Haoran's righteousness is the most important thing! Thinking of this, he stopped lingering and turned to leave. But as everyone knows, a poem written here did not cause any waves, but it caused quite a stir in Zhongzhou. Holy College. The sun sets in the west, the night falls, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually becomes fewer and fewer. But suddenly, an extremely bright light burst out from the center of Zhongzhou City, illuminating the entire sky. I saw the huge sculpture of Emperor Wen blooming with hundreds of feet of brilliance, and the majestic aura of righteousness falling from the void.
The literati and poets in the city, as well as many students in the Holy Academy, were stunned when they saw this, and then the noise suddenly started. "Another great talent has emerged, creating rare poems and expressing Confucianism and Taoism!" "The brilliance is three hundred meters long, which is twice as powerful as the disciples at the head of the guard academy two days ago!" "Hey, I'm so envious of you. The awe-inspiring righteousness you've bestowed upon me is enough for me to advance to the next level." "Who says it's not the case? Well, that's how it is with Confucianism and Taoism. Geniuses can rise to the top in one step, but mediocrities have a hard time." Everyone watched with envy as the majestic righteousness in the sky slowly fell into the sculpture of Emperor Wen. As Confucian and Taoist people, the life goal of most of them is to obtain the blessing of Emperor Wen. That is not only a ladder for rapid advancement, but also an unparalleled glory. In the past, Emperor Wen's blessings would appear from time to time, reminding the world that Confucianism and Taoism had produced great talents, but they were definitely not as frequent as this period. This makes many Confucian and Taoist students feel a bit urgent. Lingsi is one of them. In White Deer Academy, Lingsi held a book in his hand and looked at the rays of light illuminating the world outside the window with a dazed look on his face. She was also proud two days ago because she received Emperor Wen's blessing at such a young age and her skills astonished everyone. But this pride was ruthlessly shattered after only two days. The vast rays of light, Emperor Wen gave the words, and the awe-inspiring righteousness covered the sky and blocked the sun. All these things made her proud brilliance dim like a candlelight firefly under the sun. That's all. She can comfort herself that this is just a small probability thing that only happens once in thousands of years. But she had just stepped out of the shadows, and the next day, Emperor Wen came to bless her again. But the girl who had just gotten haircut and had a smooth life suddenly felt frustrated. "Been hit?" When Lingsi was feeling depressed, an old smiling voice sounded. "teacher." Seeing the person coming, Lingsi stood up quickly and bowed respectfully. "Don't underestimate yourself. Thinking too much will hurt your nerves." As if he had read through the girl's thoughts, Wei Cang looked out the window at the bright sky and whispered: "The suppression of heaven and earth is about to dissipate, the emperor's path will be revealed, and it will come to an era when geniuses will surge in and monsters will be born." “If something unusual happens, there’s no need to make a fuss.” "Moreover."
Wei Cang paused and said with relief, "Who knows whether the person who inspired Emperor Wen's blessing is an old scholar who has been immersed in Confucianism and Taoism for many years?" Lingsi's eyes lit up when he heard this. "Those who can elicit blessings from Emperor Wen must be profound in knowledge, but not everyone at your grade can elicit blessings from Emperor Wen." Wei Cang chuckled and patted Lingsi on the shoulder, "So, there is no need to underestimate yourself, you are already very good." "As for the two-year appointment, you don't have to put too much pressure on yourself, just do your best." After a few words of encouragement, Wei Cang slowly left the room. Lingsi, on the other hand, was full of motivation. Looking at Wei Cang's departing old figure, he murmured in his heart, "Teacher, don't worry, I know you have put your only chance to win against Ruxian in this life on me." "No matter what, I will definitely win!" But thinking of this, Lingsi felt a little headache again. Being able to become a disciple of Ruxian must be extraordinary, that's for sure. But she doesn't necessarily have to be afraid, after all, she started two years earlier than the other person. In terms of playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she believed that she would not lose to the opponent, but she was a little unsure about poetry, lyrics and songs. After all, when Ruxian became famous at a young age, he made his debut through poetry. In this regard, she really didn't have the confidence to surpass the other party, and she had been worrying about this for a long time. "Should we just give up the poetry competition and win in other aspects of music, chess, calligraphy and painting?" "It's still not safe enough. It's best to write a few good poems within two years." After a brief meditation, Lingsi nodded heavily, took out the books on the table, and read attentively again. But at this moment, the communication talisman around her waist suddenly vibrated violently. Here comes Su Mingyu.