Divine Book Era

Chapter 32
Suddenly, Liu Xiu smiled.

Liu Xiu looked at Fairy Hanyue and said with a faint smile, "What is the theme of the poem?"

"I like plum blossoms, and I like snowflakes. Let's write poems on plum blossoms and snowflakes!" Fairy Hanyue said.

"Okay!" Liu Xiu agreed, then closed her eyes and began to think.

After about three breaths, Liu Xiu opened his eyes, with bright light shining in them. Looking at those bright eyes, Fairy Hanyue couldn't help but be moved again.

Liu Xiu picked up the pen and started writing.

"A few plum branches in the corner,

Ling Han drove alone.

I know it's not snow,
For a dark fragrance. "

"Hey, this poem looks ordinary, but it has charm!" Fairy Hanyue savored it.

This poem does not use allusions, rhetorical techniques, or gorgeous language, and some are just plain, as plain as plain water.But it is plain boiled water, but when you drink it, it has endless aftertaste.

"This is a self-expressive poem!" Fairy Hanyue analyzed in her heart: "This poem does not describe the branches, leaves and flower shapes of plum blossoms, but focuses on the character of plum blossoms "blossoming alone in Ling Han" and its refreshing " Dark Fragrance". The plum blossoms written here are the embodiment of his personality, a portrayal of his personality, with stubbornness in his loneliness."

Buzz!
At this time, plum blossoms appeared on the top of the paper, and the plum blossoms were in full bloom, emitting a dark fragrance.

The aura of heaven and earth surged and gathered into the paper, transforming the words and turning them into cultural treasures.

"This is a Confucian scholar's treasure!"

Fairy Hanyue was slightly surprised.

Confucian cultural treasures have the ability to open up wisdom.Always carry Confucian cultural treasures with you, which can induce aura, temper the body, temper the soul, and increase wisdom.

Confucian cultural treasures are divided into upper, middle, lower, and upper classes.

And this is just, the inferior Confucian cultural treasures are extremely rare.

"As expected of a world-shocking talent!" Fairy Hanyue exclaimed.

And the scholars around were also amazed, the fire-breathing eyes gradually calmed down, talented people are always arrogant, and the world is always tolerant towards talented people.

Liu Xiu started writing again, this time writing two poems.

One:

Bu Operator·Yong Mei

Beside the broken bridge outside the station, loneliness is open to no one.It is already dusk to worry alone, and it is more windy and rainy. ?
Unintentional struggle for spring, Renqun Fang was jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant.

Second:

Bu Operator·Yong Mei

The wind and rain sent the spring back, and the snow arrived. It is already a cliff of ice, and there are still beautiful flowers.

It's not pretty for the spring, just report the spring. When the mountains were full of flowers, she laughed in the bushes.

The two poems seem to have opposite artistic conceptions.

The former one has a sad atmosphere; the latter one has an optimistic atmosphere.

The two words, Yin and Yang changes, seem to form a wonderful rhythm.

Buzz!
On the paper, one by one words surged with radiance, and between the heaven and the earth, great Confucian wills appeared, turning into streams of light and entering into it; the aura of heaven and earth swarmed in, washing and forging the paper.

Crashing!

I saw another cultural treasure, forged.

"Another cultural treasure has been completed!"

Fairy Hanyue looked at Liu Xiu, her expression changed again.

Wenbao is always hard to find, but on this day, it appeared twice in a row.

Li Xian's expression changed, a trace of jealousy and scheming flashed in his eyes; while Zhao Yong had a wry smile on his face, a little helpless.

Tixue made his face calm, but his mood could not be calm.

Yingzhou Wenqi has ten buckets, and Liu Xiu monopolizes five buckets, which is really well-deserved.

Wei Xueshi is worthy of being a great Confucian of the generation, with a keen eye to know people, and a keen eye.

"Mei Xue's poems have been written, I have exhausted my talents, and I can no longer write Mei Xue's poems!" Liu Xiu said leisurely.

"It really is a good poem, but it's a pity, it's about yourself!" Fairy Hanyue said, "Now, you want to write a poem and give it to me!"

"Okay!" Liu Xiu nodded, closed her eyes again, and began to think.

This time, the thinking time is longer.

It's just that no one disturbed, there was no sound, it was as calm as a needle falling, and everyone could hear it.

Waiting, no one feels tired, it seems to be waiting for a big meal!
Taking poetry as wine, singing as food, and writing as food is an endless joy and joy in it.

Waiting, waiting in silence, waiting in silence.

And at this time, there were some more people, and they were the talents of the Inner Circle Poetry Association.

Phoenix Villa is very close to Wutong Villa.

And at the moment when Fairy Hanyue, Snow in June, and music soared into the sky, it was the moment when many talents in the Inner Circle Poetry Association were alarmed.

They all set their eyes on them.

Then, they witnessed the rise of a dark horse.

An ordinary student from a poor family has a proud backbone;
In the third realm of Confucian scholars, the strong scholarly atmosphere turned into smoke and charged into the sky, shocking every talented scholar in the inner poetry circle.

In the deep mountains, there are dragons lurking; in the downtown, sages are hidden.

An inconspicuous scholar, in an instant, radiated the light of the sun and the moon, shocking all the talented and wealthy students of the sage family.

As for the so-called contempt for literati, it gradually dissipated.

There is not much difference between each other, and there are still differences between literati, but once the gap is huge, when you can only see the back, there is no such difference at all.

"The study of a gentleman is like a trick in the pocket. No matter how low-key it is, it will still shock the world!"

Han Hu couldn't help thinking as he watched Liu Xiu close his eyes and meditate.

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brush!
Liu Xiu opened his eyes, looked at the surrounding scenery, and wrote.

"The scenery of the northern country is frozen for thousands of miles, and snow drifts for thousands of miles."

Fairy Hanyue thought: My Hanyue Palace happens to be in the far north, where it is frozen all the year round, snow flutters, white bears walk, wild wolves come and go, and there are barbaric Yunmeng people!
"Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but turbulence; the great river goes up and down, and suddenly loses its turbulence. The mountain dances with silver snakes, and the original galloping wax elephant, trying to compete with the gods. It must be a sunny day, and look at the red dress, which is very enchanting."

Fairy Hanyue thought that in order to resist the invasion of Yunmeng, many cities were built and connected to each other. Unfortunately, many cities were lost and occupied by Yunmeng. As a result, all states in the middle of the earth lost their natural protection and were often invaded.The big river there is huge, and there are often monsters lurking in it, swallowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and practicing endlessly.

After a sunny day, the scenery of the northern country is indeed extremely beautiful.

Liu Xiu wrote again:

"There are so many beautiful and delicate mountains and rivers, which attract countless heroes to bow down. Cherish the immortals and gods, and lose a little bit of literary talent; the great emperor and saint, a little bit less coquettish. A generation of emperors, vibrating the past and the present, only know how to write the spring and autumn with a sword. All the past, counting the romance Characters, let’s look at the present.”

Whoa whoa whoa!
All of a sudden, the surroundings were quiet and silent.

For a moment, the shocked expressions froze on everyone's faces.

What kind of poetry is this!
He even wrote himself and gods, immortals, emperors, and saints on it.

The gods are the incarnation of the way of heaven, immortal for thousands of years, coexisting with the sun and the moon, coexisting with the heaven and the earth, the sun and the moon are immortal, the heaven and the earth are immortal, and my body is immortal; Kill ten thousand armies, travel thousands of miles a day, and be invincible vertically and horizontally.

But in the poem, gods and immortals are just a group of uneducated savages who only know how to fight.

The ancient emperor created dynasties, deterred the sects of immortals, the great sects of demons, and all races of demons. Wherever he went, the immortals surrendered and the gods feared;

But in the poetry, the great emperor and the saint's demeanor are not as good.

Human Sovereign killed the ancient gods, killed the demons, suppressed the barbarians, subdued the monsters, repelled the dragons, and established the position of the protagonist of the human race.In the history books of later generations, there was the emperor first, and then the clan.Human Race, named Human Race because of the title of Human Emperor.

Renhuang's achievements are astonishing in the past and the present, but the word "only know" is used in the poem.

It's a pity that he can only kill and cut, and can only write the spring and autumn with a sword.

These are all ancient, and they are all symbols of the past.Today is the age of our young people, and we are the protagonists of the era, and we write about the style of the era.

What arrogance is this, what arrogance is this?
But why... the heart is filled with impassioned passion, but filled with pride and ambition?

Everyone was speechless and stared blankly at Liu Xiu.

Seeing everyone's stupid looks, Liu Xiu sighed, and began to write notes below the poem:

"From birth to death is a cycle of reincarnation; from birth to death of a family is a cycle of reincarnation; from life to death of a dynasty is a cycle of reincarnation; from life to death of a fairy is a cycle of reincarnation; Everything in the world, everything in the world, cannot escape a reincarnation!"

"From birth to death, the human race is a reincarnation. In the age of the emperor, it was the youth of the human race; in the age of the great emperor, it was the middle age of the human race; in the age of the hundred saints, it was the middle age of the human race; in the present era, it is the twilight years of the human race. The old age is the beginning of death, reincarnation The end of the world! This is the worst era, and order begins to collapse; this is the best era, order begins to rebuild!"

Starting to write, Liu Xiu finished the last word.

Buzz!
At this time, the luck of the hundreds of states in the middle of the earth gathered together.

A bright light surged, this is the fate of the human race, the fate of the human race, merged into the article!
Buzz!
Between the heaven and the earth, a huge phantom appeared, with an ancient aura, it was the will of the Human Sovereign left between the heaven and the earth.

At this moment, it merged into the article.

Another figure appeared, the ancient emperor, the middle ancient sage, the supreme god, the invincible god, and the remaining will between the heaven and the earth, all poured into the article.

Between the heaven and the earth, there are various wills remaining, these wills have no spiritual intelligence, but only carry the Tao.

All kinds of wills merged into it. Obviously, the wills left in the world by the ancient emperors, ancient emperors, middle ancient saints, supreme gods, invincible immortals, etc., obviously approved the article.

The article immediately floated, bright light flickered, and slowly transformed, a great Confucian cultural treasure was born.

(End of this chapter)