Great Swordsman

Chapter 113

"April spring returns to the rainy day, and the green peach blossoms feel the passing years. There are still three thousand trees that are red, not as fresh as the first bloom! Good poems, good poems!" Li Boxue clapped his palms and exclaimed, "The Taoist priest is so talented, dare to ask the name , are you interested in coming to my Wenxuan Academy to take up the teaching position?"

"The poor are really greedy." The middle-aged Taoist smiled.

"Pfft, hahaha."

"Really, really hungry?"

"Hahaha, Dao, Daoist, I'm sorry, I, I didn't want to laugh, hahaha."

Many talented scholars and beauties were amused by his Taoist name, or covered their mouths, or bowed their heads, or possessed themselves and laughed!

Daoist Master Zhenyan was not angry, he made a Dao seal with one hand, and said: "Poverty Dao Shenqingguan is a disciple of the true generation."

"Hahaha..."

Everyone's laughter stopped immediately.

"Yan'er, Shenqing Temple... is it famous?" Li Mu didn't laugh, after all, it's just a Taoist name, not to mention being greedy, he has even heard of real sex, rebooting sex, what's so funny?

"Shenqing Temple is not famous or not, it's..." Yan Hanyu's star eyes were also full of shock, and she whispered, "Shenqing Temple is located in Yanxia Mountain, which is called the ancestor of fairy mountains, and is the same as Longhu Mountain. One of the ancestral homes of Taoism!"

Yan Hanyu took a look at Taoist Taoist Taoist's green shirt and robe, and continued, "In my Dagan territory, Shenqing Temple and Longhu Mountain are the leaders of Taoism!"

Li Mu couldn't help but become serious.

During the dynasty, being able to control Taoism in a country, even if it is with other religions, is a great thing. No matter whether it is in the court or in the wild, its influence can be said to reach all over the world. Their words are even more useful than the words of the county magistrate!

Who would dare to make fun of such a behemoth?

"It's actually in front of Taoist Master Shenqing. I was so rude just now." Li Boxue saluted again, knowing that the invitation just now was a bit reckless, so he quickly ordered his disciples to pick 55 peach blossoms and send them to Zhenqian.

55 trees of peach blossoms are enough to fill a large basket!

"I'm here for the peach blossom wine, everyone. I'm leaving." Zhenqian carried the basket behind his back, poured in the peach blossom tree from the first stage, turned around and floated into the peach blossom wine temple, and changed 56 pots, which was enough A big vat of peach blossom wine, laughed and left.

"Phew." Senior Li Bo breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Everyone, Wendou continues!"

"I'm coming!" Zhang Yulang stood up suddenly, first was the unparalleled Buddhist monk Sanchen, and then the real Taoist priest of Shenqingguan, he seemed a little depressed, walked into the forest quickly, and said, "Thousands of fragrant and fragrant trees are slanting , one branch is dotted with clouds and clouds. Judging by the wind and looking at it, it is this flower that occupies the spring!"

When the words fall, the flowers bloom 66 trees!

"It's such a flower that Zhan Duan Chun Guang is such a flower. It's a word that expresses the spring breeze!" Li Boxue clapped his hands and applauded, "Young Master Zhang is worthy of being one of the 72 elites in the imperial capital. His poetic talent is astounding, and he has a fierce spirit!"

Many talents were also amazed, after all, the Shenqing Guanzheng Daochang just opened 55 peach blossoms!
Moreover, as Li Boxue said, this poem has a fierce spirit, if you understand it carefully, you will be able to understand it!
Everyone recite quickly!

"I'm showing my ugliness." Zhang Yulang was refreshed at the moment, and when he opened the folding fan, Shi Shiran came down, and there were students from Wenxuan Academy picking peach blossoms for him.

"This poem is suspected of being speculative, boasting that peach blossoms take away the spring, can people's peach blossoms not bloom?" Someone groaned beside him.

Zhang Yulang frowned, looking displeased, it was Li Mu?
Li Mu quickly shook his head: It's not me, it's not me.

"Brother Li, you are good or bad." Yan Hanyu laughed in a low voice.

"She recites poems so well, you can't memorize them quickly." Li Mu couldn't help but slapped her on the head, her hair swayed, and the spring breeze was boundless for a while.

After a while, the other talents entered the forest one after another after memorizing the whole poem, but until the end, no one could surpass Zhang Yulang.

In the end, there were only two players left.

It is the person next to the young master of Honghua Xiaozhu and the oiran of Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Li Mu and Lin Mo.

Lin Mo glanced at Li Mu, seeing that he seemed to want to make the finale, he couldn't help laughing and stood up: "Let's go."

He sighed for a long time, put his hands behind his back, and entered the peach forest against the wind: "In the sky, there are green peaches and dew seeds, and red apricots are planted against the clouds by the sun."

After reading half of the song, Lin Mo looked around and saw that there were not many flowers blooming, so he had no choice but to read the second half, "Furong was born on the Spring River, and don't blame Dongfeng for its unblooming."

As soon as the words fell, the entire peach forest was in full bloom!

Pink peach blossoms are covered with peach branches, thousands of branches, standing proudly in the wind.

With his hands behind his back, Lin Mo walked out with a smile on the background of a forest of peach blossoms.

At this moment, Li Boxue's eyes burst out, the hundred peach trees...are all blooming?

He held back, and quickly signaled the students to go into the forest to count!

"Is this the Qinggui's strength in the Imperial Academy?"

"No wonder it has become famous in the Imperial Capital in less than a month since its establishment! Hongwenguan and Guozijian are helpless!"

"Mr. Lin Mo is well-deserved, he is the literary leader of this year's literary fair!!"

"Lin Lang, congratulations." Ning Qing'er, the flower leader of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, stood up charmingly, and greeted her with trembling flowers, and looked back at Yan Hanyu provocatively, as if to say: My Lin Lang's poems are so good, you are not happy Back down?
Yan Hanyu couldn't see her enthusiasm, she tightly grasped Li Mu's sleeve with her slender hands, and looked at him pitifully.

Soon, the results will come out.

88 peach trees bloom!
Isn't it full bloom... Li Boxue was a little helpless, and immediately smiled and said: "Mr. Lin Mo is a great talent! The first half of this poem describes the beauty of Taoxing Lake, and the second half compares the peach blossoms on Taohua Island to hibiscus. Open, and never complained that Chunfeng didn't let him open up, his intentions are unparalleled. Mr. Lin Mo must be the reincarnation of Wen Kuixing!"

"Mr. Li is overrated." Lin Mo returned to his seat with a smile, and nodded at Li Mu.

"Brother Li, he's protesting against you~" In order to defeat Ning Qing'er, Yan Hanyu tugged on Li Mu's sleeve delicately.

"Mr. Lin is a great talent, and Zhang is willing to bow down." Zhang Yulang also surrendered to show his magnanimity.

But he was furious in his heart!

Because, he had planned before, to win the first place in the literary competition, and then write the poem "Seven Evil Nails" on the Po Dao Jade Bi, so as to curse Li Mu!

But at this moment, the calculation was in vain!
What makes Zhang Yulang most uncomfortable is that although Lin Mo's poem is suitable for the situation, it cannot compare with his poem in terms of momentum!
He is confident that if someone comprehends their poems at the same time, they must only be comprehended in his poems!
If it weren't for Lin Mo's poems to match Peach Blossom Forest, it would be impossible to defeat him!
Zhang Yulang felt aggrieved!

He is unwilling, he refuses to accept!
But what can I do?

"So, Wen Dou..." Li Boxue said and looked at Li Mu. In his opinion, Lin Mo's poem deserves to be the leader. If Li Mu is interested, he should take the initiative to admit defeat, and let this literary meeting end with cheers It's a good story to spread the word. In the future, they will be able to attract more people to hold a literary meeting!
However, Li Mu stood up.

"Brother Li, come on!" Yan Hanyu cheered up.

Ning Qing'er also looked nervous, because she knew that Li Muguang just wrote a poem and wrote an ancient quatrain. If he makes a move, no, he must be sure if he dares to make a move after Lin Lang, otherwise, how could he take it for himself? Its humiliation?

Her heart sank slightly.

"Brother Zhang." Li Mu walked up to Zhang Yulang, pointed to the fan he put on the table, and said with a smile, "Can I borrow the fan?"

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(End of this chapter)