Saint Immortal Way

"Brother Ye, what's going on, that great Confucian is Senior Lu? Is my disciple going to bet in front of Senior Lu... Uh, it turns out that Her Royal Highness is also there!"

Huang Zongxi landed next to his friend Ye Su, and when he saw Lu Yang who was chatting with Lu Fangweng clearly, he couldn't help being surprised.

"Brother Zongxi, you are really lucky to have such a good disciple, hehe... This little guy Lu Yang is really talented. His Royal Highness ordered him to compose poems with the theme of wind, flowers, snow and moon one by one. I was vague, and I wrote a lot of earth-shattering poems in a row, take a closer look..." Ye Su is a Hongru, and he is the third level of Liming Dao. Write a poem that is enough to be popular.

If it is said that these poems were written by a young man in public, it would be too amazing, no one would believe it, but it happened to be true.

Huang Zongxi glanced at it, and saw clearly that the poems written by Lu Yang with a timeless spirit, together with the two landscapes painted by Lu Cang, were still suspended.

"Really..." Huang Zongxi was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and when he looked at Lu Yang carefully, his expression changed slightly: "Nonsense, what a nonsense, what is Chunyang doing? Does he still want to compose poems? He The current situation is almost exhausted, and his expression is quite tired, how can he continue to worry about it, he should rest immediately!" Huang Zongxi immediately flew up, wanting to step forward to stop Lu Yang's nonsense.

"Don't worry...Brother Zong Xi, be safe and don't be impatient. Your apprentice is brewing a poem. If you disturb me like this in the past, which one of the thousands of eyes that are paying attention now will spare you? Even your apprentice will blame you. !"

"But if it hurts God..."

"Don't worry, he's still young and in very good health. He won't be able to die from a traumatic injury once or twice. Let him recuperate for a few days afterward. Don't bother him at this time. I don't think Senior Lu is simply painting at this time. Instead, he is using Lu Yang's poems to make some kind of breakthrough..." Ye Su is the third level of Dao karma, one level higher than Huang Zongxi, and his eyes are more venomous, and he can see Lu Cang's current situation clearly immediately.

I saw Lu Cang standing in the air with his hands behind his back, his eyes seemed to be closed but not closed. During the short moment when Lu Yang was contemplating the poem, he was also trying his best to rest his mind, because he would use [-]% of his energy to paint in a while.

Just now he made two paintings of Solitary Fishing Han Jiangxue and Mingyue When? His spirit has been elevated to an incomparably wonderful level, and now he is still in this wonderful level.

What can be felt is that he is about to make a breakthrough. As long as he puts more effort, he can push open the door of the third level of life and career, and fly into the sky. With the accumulation of half a lifetime, he even has the confidence to directly Leap over the third stage of the Dao industry of Li Ming, and enter the Dao industry of the master.

Lu Yang knew his current situation, the eternal energy in his body was exhausted, his mind was exhausted, his head was a little dizzy, and an invisible tiredness began to sweep over after he finished writing "When will the bright moon be?"

But he couldn't retreat yet. Lu Cang's sudden intervention escalated the verbal agreement between Princess Shouyang and himself, and the situation became no longer under the control of Princess Shouyang. He has a background and has been famous for a long time. Lu Yang knows that he will be famous after today, but to what extent he can make a big noise, he doesn’t know. What is certain is that it is definitely more influential than Princess Shouyang herself. Ten times stronger.

Lu Cang's unexpected appearance made Lu Yang see an opportunity for him to become famous in the world. People in the holy way are never afraid of being too famous, but the most fearful thing is not being famous.

In any case, Lu Yang still has to write the last poem, and he has to rely on the paintings of the great master of Shanshui Danqing to lay the first step of becoming famous all over the world.

"receive!"

With a thought of Lu Yang, several poems suspended in mid-air were put into his divine court. With a thought, the poems were shattered and turned into pure and meaningful energy, replenishing his nearly exhausted literary spirit, and Lu Yang's pale face eased a little.

"I'm going to write, I'm going to write!" Seeing Lu Yang's behavior, everyone knew that Lu Yang was going to write poetry again soon. <Jiang Hua Yue Ye".

After writing these five characters, the tip of the pen was picked up, and the five characters condensed by the meaningful energy immediately flew out, hanging in front of Lu Cang.

Lu Yang wrote four sentences in one breath, and every time he finished writing a sentence, he picked up the nib of the pen, and the poems flew out and landed in front of Lu Cang, for this great sage to taste! <Scenery of river flowers and moonlit night. <The scenery of Jianghuayue, vast and ethereal, is truly amazing!

"The sky in the river has no traces of dust, and there is a lone moon wheel in the bright sky. Who on the riverside sees the moon for the first time, and when does the moon shine on people at the beginning of the year. Life is endless, and the moon in the river is only similar every year. I don't know who the moon in the river treats, but I see the moon in the river. running water."

As Lu Yang wrote this, the timeless energy in his body dried up again, his head was buzzing, as if it was about to explode, it was very painful and heavy.Lu Yang's body swayed slightly, and he almost fell down, with a pained look on his face.

Lu Yang was horrified, this was already a sign of mental exhaustion!

"Okay, it's really well written!" The audience commented and applauded.

"Young master Lu, you are fine!" Shangguanyi immediately took a step forward nervously, and immediately supported Lu Yang's arm. Lu Yang's face was pale, and without looking at him, he resolutely waved his hand and pushed away Shangguanyi's support: "Thank you, Mr. Shangguan. , Lu Yang is fine, Her Royal Highness and Lord Shangguan will be fine soon!"

Lu Yang tried his best to endure the discomfort, took a deep breath, and with a thought, all the poems suspended behind him flew towards Lu Yang's court one by one, and Lu Yang's pale demeanor recovered a bit, but his head still hurt, Jing God is overdrawn.

By this time, Lu Yang had already written eight sentences, and nearly half of the entire poem had been written.

From the very beginning, every time Lu Yang wrote a line, he would fly it into the air, and gradually complete the progress of the poem, so that everyone could watch it. Everyone was shocked at first, but before the next line came out, everyone was shocked. Thinking following Lu Yang's rhythm and pace, it tickles people's hearts.

Some Confucianists have already replaced themselves as authors, thinking about how to continue writing poems, but when Lu Yang wrote the next sentence, everyone realized that their talents were far from Lu Yang's.

Such a disparity drives many disciples of the holy way crazy. Even the great Confucianists with high morals also find that they are far behind Lu Yang in poetry and prose. Wonderful and apt.

"Brother Zong Xi, you are an amazing disciple. I have always respected the great and small Poems of the Sage Jimin as classics. No matter how many poems the latecomers have, they cannot surpass the former. But now it seems that this understanding is about to be broken by him! You Look at this poem, although it has not been finished yet, it already has the potential to overwhelm the world and block the past and present, after today, your disciple will be famous all over the world!" Ye Su shook his head, quite emotionally, he didn't understand why , why Lu Yang has such a talent.

Now this poem completely sinks everyone's heart into it, and it can't be pulled out again.

Huang Zongxi was also stunned for a while, and he couldn't believe it, seeing that Lu Yang's face was pale, how could he not know that Lu Yang had damaged his spirit now?

He wanted to fly up to stop him immediately, forcing Lu Yang to rest or meditate immediately, but his rationality told him that he must not act rashly, must not take a step, otherwise there would be no better chance.

"Forget it, forget it, as a teacher, I can't block his way. It's just that he became famous as a teenager, so I don't know if it will be a blessing or a curse for him in the future?" Huang Zongxi sighed.

"Don't worry, people in my holy way have never been afraid of being famous!" Ye Su patted Huang Zongxi on the shoulder, feeling relieved for his friend, after all, anyone would want to have a disciple as talented as Lu Yang.Huang Zongxi had it, but he, Ye Su, did not expect such a good deed. After all, a genius like Lu Yang is rare in the world.

"What about the next one, what should I write next... I'm really anxious to death!" Some Confucian scholars were already yelling madly.

"Why are you so anxious, why can't my brother write? Shut up and interrupt my brother's ingenuity. Be careful that the Confucian senior will kill you with one stroke!" Gu Feng shouted, and the dissatisfied voices nearby were suddenly suppressed. .

Yu Ming's eyes are full of small stars, and he has already admired Lu Yang to the point where he couldn't be more admired. He gave Gu Feng a thumbs up, and he agrees with Gu Feng's action in supporting Lu Yang.

Take all the poems I have written all the time back to the court of God, smash some of them, turn them into pure meaningful energy, and quickly make up for my deficiency. The energy and spirit have recovered, but they are still stretched.

"Fight!!"

Lu Yang gritted his teeth, picked up his pen and continued writing: "White clouds are drifting away, and Qingfengpu is full of worries. Whose family is boating tonight? Where is Acacia Mingyue Tower... At this time, we see each other but don't hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you. .”

"Okay!" The crowd started to stir up again, and there were roars of voices everywhere, feeling that they had been completely conquered by such poems.

"Really...really..." Lu Cang murmured, unable to conceal his surprise, his eyes were piercing with a strange light, he had nothing to say, and he couldn't even find any words to describe this poem.

Lu Cang only felt that his spirit was rushing up, reaching a critical point of spirit, as if he could push open a mysterious door at any time and enter another vast field as long as he wanted to. <Half time to return home... The slanting moon sinks and hides the sea fog, Jieshi Xiaoxiang has infinite roads.I don't know how many people will return in a month?The falling flowers shake the trees all over the river. "<Jianghuayueye is finally completed!

Lu Yang's face was as pale as death, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his brain was roaring unceasingly, and the pain was so unbearable that he almost groaned in pain.

"It's not the time yet, we must not fall down!" Lu Yang stood firm with a tenacious will, he grabbed the railing in front of him, leaned on it, and held tightly with both hands, his fingers were all pale because of too much force , completely bloodless.

If it weren't for the extremely strong body that has been reborn, he might have fainted and fell to the ground at this time, unconscious.What's more, he still wants to see how senior Lu Cang deduces the poem "Jianghuayueye" in another time and space, and it is known as "a single poem overwhelms the whole Tang Dynasty". This shows the artistic attainment of this poem .

The poem creates a beautiful and far-reaching artistic conception in which emotion, scenery, and reason blend together, and hides the profound and beautiful art world in a hazy and blurred artistic atmosphere. The whole poem seems to be shrouded in an ethereal and confused moonlight. In se, readers are attracted to explore the true meaning of beauty.

There is no more beautiful moon in the world than this!

"Genius... is really a genius!" Shangguanyi's expression changed in astonishment. Her shock had lasted for a long time. From the beginning of the poem to the end, Lu Yang gave everyone enough room to imagine. It has reached the limit that everyone can imagine.

"Okay, okay..." Princess Shouyang has nothing to say, her eyes are full of disbelief, the boundless poems condensed with meaningful energy, every sentence is flowing, the font is elegant, and the style is natural. Absolutely!

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