Gou Zai Xian Qin Lian Gui Cultivation Immortal

After Li Xiuning stabilized his luck, a great Confucian of the Li family began to announce the detailed rules for the literary competition of this literary meeting.

"This time we are honored to invite Du Zimei, the sage of poetry, Mojie, the king of Buddha, Bai Letian, the devil of poetry, and Li He, the ghost of poetry, to be the judges of the meeting."

"At the same time, the Li family will also take out some cultural treasures as rewards for the winners of this literary fair."

"The specific rewards are as follows: Wenhui No. 1 rewards the third-rank cultural treasure Sirius Zihao pen; No. 2 rewards the third-rank cultural treasure dragon pattern gilt inkstone; No. 3 rewards the third-rank cultural treasure Danjiang Dragon Blood Ink."

"From No.10 to No.4, we will reward some third-grade Wenbao Haoran papers. No.5 ten pieces, No.[-] nine pieces, descending in order."

"Finally, I hope that you can abandon everything, show your talents, and achieve good results in this essay meeting!"

The main body of this essay meeting is martial arts and beauties, poetry, music and prose can be used, the subject matter is not limited, and the papers will be handed in within half an hour.

Anyone who wants to participate in the competition just needs to pick up the sound-transmitting conch on the table and ask the maid to bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

After the great Confucianist finished speaking, all the young talents who claimed to have some poetic talent picked up the sound transmission conch one after another and started sound transmission.

Of course, there are also many young talents who shook their heads and gave up this competition.

It's not difficult to write an ancient poem in a quarter of an hour, and it's okay to write it blandly.

But if the writing is not good, it will be embarrassing. If there is ridicule by the enemy, it is better not to write.

There are also some young talents who feel that their talents are limited and cannot make it into the top ten, so they simply choose to give up.

After burning incense, seeing that all the young talents had already made their choices, maids came here with brushes, ink, paper and inkstones in their hands like flowing water.

Li Taibai took the paper, ink, paper and inkstone, looked it over slightly, and a look of amazement flashed in his eyes, and once again lamented the richness of the Li family in Tangzhou.

He took the water-green inkstone on the table, poured ink sticks, sat up straight, and began to grind.

After a while, the ink block melted, and a thin smoke condensed in the inkstone, like red gold, glowing with a strange color.

This is Jinyan Agarwood ink, rich in texture, smooth in texture, lustrous like lacquer, known for being light when rubbed, clear when rubbed, sweet when smelled, firm as jade, silent when ground, a little bit like lacquer, and has a reputation of being true for thousands of years.

Although Jinyan Agarwood ink is only a fifth-grade spiritual ink, it is extremely complicated to make, not to mention hundreds of processes, and it also needs to be cultivated by great scholars with awe-inspiring energy.

In terms of value alone, it is even higher than ordinary fourth-grade spirit ink.

Also, the inkstone is a high-quality Duan inkstone, ranked fourth grade, and the Zihao brush and Qingyun paper are also ranked fourth grade.

This set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones, as long as Confucianism cultivators carefully cultivate them for several years, they can get a set of fourth-grade cultural treasures.

Only a powerful family like the Li family in Tangzhou can have the financial resources and courage to match every young talent participating in the competition with this level of four treasures of the study.

Even if Li Taibai is a third-rank Confucian, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he carries are only fifth-rank cultural treasures.

This is because those pens, inks, papers and inkstones have absorbed the culture and awe-inspiring energy of Li Taibai's poems, and they have gradually improved.

There is no way, the high-quality brushes, inks, papers and inkstones are also valuable, and a set of ninth grade pens, inks, papers and inkstones is worth ten taels of silver.

But paper and ink are consumables. Even if you save money, you still need to consume a few taels of silver every month.

It is said that if you are poor and rich in martial arts, the money spent in practicing Confucianism and Taoism is not inferior to practicing martial arts, or even worse.

Those high-quality brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, as well as high-grade cultural treasures, cannot be bought with worldly gold and silver, and need spirit stones.

For the humble Confucianism cultivators, practicing Confucianism and Taoism is already very difficult, so how dare they ask for good pens, inks, papers and inkstones?
As for Wenbao, he can only use his own literary energy to cultivate a little bit and be self-sufficient.

Li Taibai was born in Qinglian Town, Changlong County, Shu County, Shu Prefecture. His family only had a small amount of money, and he was very cautious in providing him with the path of Confucianism.

If he hadn't been famous among counties and counties for his poetic talent when he was young, and he was vigorously cultivated by Shuzhou Academy, it would be difficult to achieve today's achievements.

However, Shuzhou Academy has never produced Wenzong or sages, and its foundation is shallow, so it can only barely be a second-rate academy. Naturally, it cannot provide Li Taibai with higher cultivation resources.

When he breaks through the realm of third-rank Confucianism, Shuzhou Academy can provide him with little help.

Li Taibai has only heard of such good things as Jinyan Chenxiang ink, and this is the first time he has seen the real thing.

The feeling of being shy in the pocket is not enough for outsiders!
Generally speaking, the four treasures of the study provided by the Wenhui will be given to the participants by default, which can be regarded as a guaranteed reward for the participants.

Those young talents who gave up participating in the competition, the moment they saw this set of four treasures of the study, felt as if they were mourning their concubine, and the sadness on their faces flowed like a river.

You must know that the Li family of Tangzhou holds a literary conference at least once a year, and the four treasures of the study provided are all seven grades, which are worth thousands of taels of silver.

For ordinary people, this is an astronomical amount of wealth, which can be converted into spirit stones, not even a low-grade spirit stone.

The Li Yuan Wenhui held every ten years only provided the four treasures of the study, which were worth dozens of low-grade spirit stones.

And for the young talents present, just dozens of low-grade spirit stones are not worth giving up their face at all.

But the four treasures of the study in front of them are low-grade spirit stones worth tens of thousands, which is enough for them to do their jobs and comprehend the profound meaning of "True Fragrance".

For a while, the atmosphere in the arena was very strange, and the joys and sorrows of people were not the same.

All those who participated in the text competition were smiling, and their faces were full of complacency.

Even Cui Zongzhi, a disciple of such aristocratic family, has no shortage of pens, inks, papers and inkstones of this level in his family.But this kind of happiness for nothing still makes him say it's really fragrant!

And those who gave up were all frowning, with crystal drops appearing faintly in their eyes, it was obvious that they loved this set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones deeply.

The great Confucian who presided over the literary meeting broke the weird atmosphere at the scene by speaking directly.

"Wenbi starts, the time limit is half an hour!"

After the words fell, some young talents began to splash ink, and some young talents were concentrating on thinking.

Smelling the aroma of golden smoke and agarwood ink, Li Taibai's eyes were deep, and a bold idea emerged in his heart.

A few years ago, at a small essay meeting in Bianliang City, Songzhou, Wu Yazi published three poems, two words and one fu one after another.

Wu Yazi was able to create six excellent works handed down from generation to generation in succession at the literary conference, so naturally I, Li Taibai, can do it too, far surpassing it.

Anyway, in this literary competition, the ranking of each poem, song and Fu is not the ranking of an individual.

As long as the strength is enough, the songs and prose written are enough, and they are good enough, they might not be able to occupy the top ten in one fell swoop!

That's right, Li Taibai's idea is to create ten poems and essays one after another, to win the top ten in the essays in one fell swoop, and to collect all the rewards.

After contemplating it, he spread out the Qingyun paper, raised his hand to take the Zihao pen from the pen holder, covered it with golden smoke and agarwood ink, and began to write on the Qingyun paper, splashing ink.

"Give one to Li Xiuning."

"Xiuning Li's daughter, from Laojun Mountain."

Li Taibai sat up straight, holding the brush in his hand, his mind was clear, only the rustling sound of the pen tip and the paper was heard, and a beautiful line of poetry jumped onto the paper.

The words are born from the heart, the pen is haloed, and the golden light is floating in the air.

There is also a talent soaring into the sky, turning into a bright moon, shining on Jiang Gan.

"what!"

Du Zimei, who was sitting at the top, noticed the changes in the energy mechanism in the arena, and bright lights appeared above the heads of more than a thousand contestants.

Some are like lamps, some are like fists, and some are like torches, with different sizes and brightness.

If you look closely, there are more than a hundred Daoming lights filling the sky, shaped like a rainbow bridge, with faint white gas transforming into shapes, rising and falling one after another.

There are more than a dozen bright lights blooming, like stars, hanging high above the nine heavens, guarding a round of bright moon, and the stars are shining brightly.

"The character is born with aura, and his talent soars to the sky. It turns into a bright moon. What a Li Taibai, he really deserves the title of 'Poetry Immortal'!"

Du Zimei praised again and again, the admiration in her eyes was almost beyond words.

"The beauty hides the present and the past, and the lotus is ashamed of its beauty."

Wow, after Li Taibai finished writing the last word, he lifted the pen abruptly, the faint and deep brilliance of the Qingyun paper faded away, and the golden brilliance floated in the air, with a natural sound.

It's just that as soon as the vision appeared, a kind of power came, and the fine and dense aura intertwined into Taoism, Taoism followed nature, suppressing the brilliance within three feet.

"This is the restraint of the power of the formation."

Li Taibai's eyes were crystal clear, he had a panoramic view of all the changes, and sighed, "In the range of Li Yuan, Taoism is the greatest, and the power to suppress other is realized."

This kind of literary society will temporarily suppress the manifestation of the vision of poetry and articles, so as to avoid affecting the performance of other scholars.

And this situation is undoubtedly very beneficial to him, without even thinking about it, he changed a piece of Qingyun paper and continued to splash ink.

He writes like a god, the poetic flavor is continuous, and he writes quickly, and each poem jumps out on the paper.

"Give Li Xiuning the second one."

"The Li family Xiu Ning is in the [-]th and [-]th Five-Year Plan, and does not learn needlework from boudoirs. Jiao Chi inscriptions are embroidered all over her body, and she holds Tai'a Wu with her bare hands."

"To Li Xiuning the third."

"A branch of red dew condenses the fragrance, and the clouds and rain on Wushan Mountain are in vain. If I ask who in the Shang Palace will get it, it's like a woman who likes to rely on new makeup."

"Gift to Li Xiuning for the Fourth"

"A steed gallops proudly and tramples on falling flowers, and whips its whip straight to the five-cloud chariot. The beauty smiles and throws off the pearls, and points out that Li Yuan is my concubine's family."

"Gift Li Xiuning the fifth"

"Singing Qing songs, with bright teeth, the beauty of the north is Li's daughter. The moon is cold and the river is clear and the night is heavy, and the beauty's smile is a thousand gold."

"Gift to Li Xiuning as the Sixth"

"Wu Dao cuts and sews dance clothes, bright make-up and beautiful clothes capture the brilliance of spring. Raising eyebrows and turning sleeves like snowflying, the allure is rare in the independent world."

"Give Li Xiuning seven of them."

"Fang's heart is lonely and daring to set the pass, and the sword points to Chang'an with great momentum. Hold the throat and climb Weize, and surround and wipe out Wang Dougu's Tang Palace."

"Give Li Xiuning the eighth."

"Chang'an Li's daughter, beautiful as Qionghua. Wielding a poplar knife in her hand, she kills the family in the clear day. She sprinkles red blood on her sleeves, and she is heroic like Zixia."

"Give Li Xiuning nine of them."

"Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an. Luo Wei's autumn cries at Jinjinglan, the slight frost is desolate and the color is cold. The solitary lamp is incomprehensible, and I roll up the curtain and look at the moon and sky and sigh."

Beauty is like a flower separated from the clouds.Above is the blue sky of Qingming, and below is the waves of Lushui.The sky is long, the road is far away, the soul is flying, and the dream soul cannot reach Guanshan.Sauvignon Blanc breaks the heart. "

"Heroes go."

"Zhao Keman Huying, Wu hook frost and snow. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star. Killing a person in ten steps will never stop him from traveling for a thousand miles. When it's done, brush your clothes and go, and hide your body and name..."

As the pen fell, a look of disappointment flashed in Li Taibai's eyes. Although the ten poems could be completed at a touch, the only one he was really satisfied with was "Xia Ke Xing Xing".

It is easy to make a good poem, but it is very difficult to make a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

Thinking of this, Li Taibai couldn't help sighing: "Wu Yazi, I can't match it!"

Afterwards, he threw a pen on the shore, picked up the sound transmission conch, and summoned a maid.

"carry out an assignment!"

Li Taibai pointed to the Qingyun paper on the table, and said calmly.

Looking at the ten Qingyun papers on the table, a strange look flashed in the maid's eyes, but she didn't show it, showing her strong self-cultivation.

The maid took away the Qingyun paper and headed towards where the judges were.

At this time, many people have already handed in the papers, and these poems and songs are all placed on the judges' tables.

Li Taibai's ten poems were just placed on Du Zimei's desk.

In order to avoid affecting other scholars, these judges did not make comments in advance, but prepared to wait for everyone to hand in the papers before making comments.

"It's time, stop writing!"

The clear voice of the great Confucian who presided over the literary meeting rang in everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards, maids came and took away the poems on everyone's table.

At the same time, the suppression of the big formation dissipated, and the Qingyun Paper rose up with streaks of talent, ranging from one foot to nine feet.

"Nine feet of talent, eternal history!"

Du Zimei couldn't help but exclaimed, her excitement was beyond words.

Thinking of Du Zimei being called "the sage of poetry", she has created several masterpieces that have been handed down to the world, but none of her poems has a talent of nine feet.

After all, in this mysterious world, the Xianqin Dynasty suppressed Shenzhou, and monsters and monsters are all plagued by scabies.

Different environments and different life experiences lead to different poems and essays.

Without going through the ruins of mountains and rivers and failing in officialdom, naturally there are many famous articles that have not been created, and many brand-new poems and essays have also been created.

Not only Du Zimei, but also Li Taibai, He Zhizhang, Wang Mojie and others.

They are just a similar flower to Zhu Xia's historical celebrities, equally astounding and stunning, but their works are not consistent.

"Heroes go!"

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu hooks are bright with frost and snow. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like shooting stars."

Following Du Zimei's chanting, a figure of a peerless chivalrous man emerged, his body filled with a terrifying aura.

Not only that, the Wenqu star hanging high above the sky shines brightly, exuding an aura of kings over the world and stars shining through the ages, which makes people have the urge to worship.

boom!
A star projection descended from the sky, as big as a full moon and as bright as a sun, it was a projection of Wenqu Xing.

This Wenqu star projection went straight into Li Taibai's Palace of Literature, and turned into a star, continuously releasing the power of Wenqu star.

Under the nourishment of the star power of Wenqu, Li Taibai's literary palace, literary courage, literary heart, and literary spirit are all changing, transforming towards a sage.

"Wenqu Xinghang, sage Daoji!"

In Li Garden, everyone looked at Li Taibai with burning eyes, their eyes were full of envy and reverence.

You must know that there is no theory of three disasters in the practice of Confucianism. If you want to prove the sage, you need to resonate with the Wenqu star with your own culture, get the approval of the Wenqu star, lower the projection, and create a small Wenqu star in the Wen Palace.

Then use the power of Wenqu star to refine the literary palace, literary courage, literary heart, and literary spirit, and finally become a saint by transcending the ordinary, and prove to be a sage.

Li Taibai was recognized by Wenquxing and lowered his projection, which means that if he does not fall in advance, he will surely become a sage.

Confucian and Taoist sages have extremely strong combat power, able to draw the power of Wenqu stars, naturally restrain monsters and weirdness, and are invincible at the same level.

The birth of a new Confucian and Taoist sage naturally attracted the attention of countless Confucian cultivators.

Luozhou is adjacent to Tangzhou. As soon as the vision of Wenqu Xinghang came out, Liuhedong and Han Changli, the current Wenzongs, took their disciples to Chang'an to pay homage to the new saint.

The heads of many academies such as Bailu Academy, Yuelu Academy, and Linchuan Academy also took their outstanding disciples to pay homage to the new saint.

There are also many sage families such as the Kong family, the Meng family, the Yan family, the Dong family, the Zhu family, and the Wang family, all of whom have clan elders and their disciples to congratulate the new saint.

As for those families of Immortal Dao Sect and Martial Dao Sect, they all cast envious eyes, but no one went to pay homage to them.
All of a sudden, countless Confucianism cultivators headed towards Chang'an, and the terrifying aura of righteousness fluctuated.

(End of this chapter)