The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have an innate ability.

Chapter 14 Autumn Wind

"Have you finished practicing?"

Erniu was stunned at first, then shook his head with a mixed feeling of laughter and tears.

The secret skills of the mainland are divided into four levels: heaven, earth, mysterious and yellow, which are further divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower, totaling twelve levels.

As for the Jingtao Sword Technique, it was a lower-grade secret technique of the heavenly level that his father had bought at a huge price, and he used it to help him break through.

After it is perfected, the sword comes out like raging waves, continuous and powerful.

He has a talent for martial arts, but even so it took him almost half a year to achieve success.

And what the young master said was that he had mastered the simple sword-wielding moves, and he could do that too.

"Don't worry, I won't forget you."

At this time, Su Changqing patted Erniu on the shoulder and said generously: "When I have time, I will teach you."

Erniu didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this, "Then I'd like to thank you first."

He didn't take these words to heart at all. What he cared about most now was the poem!

"Changqing, how is it?"

"Did you get the poem today?" Erniu asked nervously.

"Poetry?" Su Changqing was stunned.

"Poetry! Autumn poetry, my dear Qing brother."

Erniu was almost crying.

Chang Qing wouldn't have forgotten, would he? He had made such a boast in front of his sweetheart.

If I stand him up, will I still be able to care about him in the future?

"I remember. You look so nervous."

Su Changqing felt a little ashamed. He really had forgotten about this.

But it was not a big problem. With the poems he memorized, he could easily recite not just one, but even a hundred.

"Did you really get it?"

Erniu was so excited that he almost jumped up.

This is Ruxian's work, how can little Qingqiu grasp it?

"A poem about 'Autumn'."

Su Changqing pondered for a moment, then glanced at Erniu, whose face was full of expectation, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

"Since it's a gift to a loved one, it has to be appropriate for the occasion."

Thinking of this, Su Changqing briefly recalled and spoke aloud in a voice that sounded like singing or chanting.
"The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright."

"The fallen leaves gather and scatter, the jackdaws perch and become startled."

"How can we meet again when we miss each other? It's too embarrassing at this time and night!"

"Enter my love door, and you will know my love pain."

"Long-lasting longing brings long-lasting remembrance, short-lasting longing brings endless longing."

"If I had known it would be so heart-wrenching, I would have never met you in the first place."

After finishing the poem, Su Changqing nodded with satisfaction.

This poem about autumn wind was written by an immortal poet in the previous life. It is a typical work about the sadness of autumn.

What’s more amazing is that this poem not only describes the mood of autumn, but also expresses the poet’s longing for his lover through poetry.

This is a perfect match for Erniu's current situation.

It is difficult for young people to express their emotions, so it is just right to use poetry to express them. Not only is it not abrupt, it also shows more style.

"Perfect."

Su Changqing secretly praised him, then looked up at Erniu and chuckled:

"How about this poem? Does it suit you very well now?"

After all, this poem was written by a poet known as the Immortal Poet in his previous life, so Su Changqing still has some confidence.

However, after hearing Erniu's words, the smile on his face froze.

"Oh, what's the point of being suitable or not? There's Qiu, there's the lyrics, and they're written by you, that's enough!"

After Erniu took note of it, he greeted Su Changqing excitedly, turned around and ran away.

How could a warrior like him know the quality of a poem? As long as it was written by Ruxian, it could not be wrong.

"Is it that the villagers in the mountains don't understand, or is it that the immortal poet's poems are not popular in this world?"

Su Changqing was stunned for two seconds, then smiled indifferently.

If he can't make a living, then he can't make a living. Anyway, he has no intention of becoming famous by plagiarizing.

Reading with great righteousness, this is the important thing!

Thinking of this, he did not stay any longer and turned away.

Little did they know that the poem written here did not cause any waves, but it caused quite a stir in Zhongzhou.

The sun sets, night falls, and the number of people on the street gradually decreases.

But suddenly, an extremely bright light burst out from the center of Zhongzhou City, illuminating the entire sky.

I saw the gigantic statue of Emperor Wen, shining with hundreds of feet of brilliance, and a majestic and righteous aura descending from the void.

The literati and poets in the city and many students in the Holy Academy were stunned when they saw this, and then a sudden noise arose.

"Another great talent has emerged, creating rare poems and Confucianism!"

"The light is three hundred feet long. This is twice as strong as the disciple of the head of the guard academy two days ago!"

"Oh, I'm so envious. This great righteousness bestowed upon me is enough for me to advance to the next level."

"Who says it's not true? Hey, that's how Confucianism is. A genius can ascend to heaven in one step, but a mediocre person has to walk with difficulty."

Everyone looked at the majestic and righteous energy in the sky with envy, and then slowly fell into the sculpture of Emperor Wen.

As Confucianists and Taoists, the life goal of most of them is to obtain the blessing of Emperor Wen.

It is not only a ladder to rapid advancement, but also an incomparable glory.

In the past, Emperor Wen’s blessings had appeared from time to time, reminding the world that Confucianism and Taoism had produced great talents, but they were definitely not as frequent as during this period.

This made many Confucian and Taoist students feel a bit urgent.

And Lingsi is one of them.

In Bailu Academy, Lingsi held a book in his hand, looking out the window at the rays of light that illuminated the sky and the earth, with a dazed look on his face.

She was also proud two days ago because she had received the blessing of Emperor Wen at such a young age and her skills amazed everyone.

But this pride was ruthlessly shattered after just two days.

The rosy clouds are full of light, Emperor Wen gives words, and the righteous spirit covers the sky and the sun.
All these things made her proud brilliance dim like a candle or firefly under the sun.

That would be fine, she could still comfort herself that this was just a low-probability event that only happened once every few thousand years.

But she had just come out of the shadows, and the next day, Emperor Wen came to bless her.
However, the girl, who had just come of age and had a smooth life, suddenly felt frustrated.

"Were you shocked?"

Just when Lingsi was feeling depressed, an old and smiling voice sounded.

"teacher."

Seeing the person coming, Lingsi hurriedly stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Don't underestimate yourself. Thinking too much will hurt your mind."

As if he could see through the girl's thoughts, Wei Cang looked at the bright sky outside the window and said softly:

"The suppression of heaven and earth will soon dissipate, and the road to becoming an emperor will soon appear. It is time for geniuses to emerge in large numbers and evildoers to be born."

"There's no need to be surprised when something unusual happens."

"Moreover."

Wei Cang paused and said comfortingly: "Who knows if the person who provoked Emperor Wen to bless him is an old scholar who has been immersed in Confucianism for many years?"

Lingsi's eyes lit up when he heard that.

"Those who can attract Emperor Wen's blessing must be profoundly learned. Not everyone can attract Emperor Wen's blessing at your age."

Wei Cang chuckled and patted Lingsi's shoulder, "So, don't underestimate yourself, you are already very good."

"As for the two-year agreement, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just do your best."

After a few words of encouragement, Wei Cang slowly left the room.

Ling Si was full of energy. Looking at Wei Cang's old back as he left, he murmured in his heart,

"Teacher, rest assured. I know that you have placed your only chance of defeating Ruxian on me."

"No matter what, I will win!"

But thinking of this, Lingsi felt a headache again.

To be able to become Ruxian’s disciple, one must be extraordinary, that’s for sure.

But she might not be afraid, after all, she entered the industry two years earlier than the other party.

In terms of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, she believed that she would not lose to the other party, but she was not sure about poetry and songs.

After all, Ruxian became famous at a young age with poetry.

In this regard, she really had no confidence that she could defeat the other party, and she had been troubled by this for a long time.

"Should we just give up the poetry contest and win in other aspects like chess, calligraphy and painting?"

"It's still not safe enough. It would be best if I could write a few decent poems within two years."

After a brief contemplation, Lingsi nodded heavily, took out the book on the table, and began to read it carefully again.

But at this moment, the communication talisman on her waist suddenly vibrated violently.

The person who came was Su Mingyu.

(End of this chapter)