Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

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A blank picture scroll suddenly flew out of Ge Huaiying's sleeves. The picture scroll unfolded and covered the city wall. In an instant, all the paintings drawn by the poetic sentiments fell on the blank picture scroll. At first glance, it seems to be the four-line poem "A boat full of dreams and a star river", and it seems to be a picture of a drunken boat, very mysterious.

Everyone's eyes were about to emit green light, staring straight at the picture scroll. This is the intention of poetry and painting. Although it is only a one-time treasure, it is enough for hundreds of Mengtong to visualize day and night. There is a high probability that poetry and painting will be planted in the soul, and the poetic realm is almost a smooth road.

The minimum is also a husband.

If you join the Master as soon as possible, the chances of becoming a great Confucian will also be greatly improved!

It is a treasure of family luck!

It's just that the picture scroll didn't care about everyone's eyes at all, and the scroll was gathered into a bunch, and then flew to Chen Luo.

There are thousands of beautiful things in the world, but it is not related to you.

...

Shi Lezhi felt a little pain in his brain.

The mentality that had just calmed down had a violent ups and downs again.

A series of three poems, poetry and poetry handed down.

From the poetic sentiments, to the writing and the flowers, and finally the poetic sentiments...

Such performance, such literary talent, such age!

Shouldn't it be that one?

Shi Lezhi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he took a deep breath.

No no no.

How could it be so coincidental!

That one is still in Dongcang City!

With that person's identity, how could it be possible to travel without a guard of honor.

Impossible Impossible!

There are heroes all over the world, and maybe Brother Liu is such a great talent in poetry.

It must be so!

At this moment, a demonic energy erupted behind him, briefly attracting everyone's attention.

When Shi Lezhi turned around, he saw that it was his demon servant, Aoki Chan, with his eyes wide open, in disbelief.

"Uncle Qing, you..." Shi Lezhi was stunned for a moment. Qing Muchan was considered to be a relatively old demon servant in his family, and he was the strongest among the three demon servants who followed him this time.

If he felt right just now, Aoki Toad broke through.

From the fifth-grade broken spirit realm to the fourth-grade spiritual fusion realm.

Shi Lezhi was slightly determined, feeling that he had a little more confidence in front of Brother Liu.

What if your poetic talent is extraordinary, but I have a fourth-grade monster guarding me!

The fourth-grade fusion spirit realm is only one level away from the demon clan's great saint. Even if he returns home, he can no longer treat him as a demon servant, but as a family guest.

Shi Lezhi was about to step forward to congratulate him, but Aoki Chan walked over with an excited expression.

Shi Lezhi was stunned for a moment, and immediately noticed that Aomuchan's breakthrough had attracted some attention, and instantly understood Aomuchan's thoughts.

Uncle Qing wanted to find some face for himself.

Thinking about it, the fourth-grade monster pays homage to him in full view, which can help him to a certain extent from Brother Liu's limelight.

#Liu Dongchen’s three poems break Qingning, and Qingmuchan’s fourth-grade worship master#

Shi Lezhi thought about the hot search tag in a blink of an eye.

"Uncle Qing still loves me!" Shi Lezhi felt a little moved, so he took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and waited for Qing Muchan.

Then, Aoki Chan walked past Shi Lezhi.

gone……

past……

pass by.

"Huh?" Shi Lezhi turned his head and was about to call out to Aomu Chan when he saw Ao Mu Chan respectfully kneeling on one knee in front of the carriage, with a look of excitement on his face, shouting: "Qing Mu Chan's bloodline Qing Erxi has seen the ancestral line. Your son."

The demon clan respects the bloodline, among which the bloodline that goes straight to the great sage level without bottleneck is called the ancestral bloodline, which is the authoritarian class in the same clan.

In fact, Qing Erxi's own bloodline is not pure, and it is an accident that he can cultivate to the peak of the fifth rank. According to his understanding of himself, there is no hope of breaking through to the fourth rank in this life.

But the pill that the little cyan frog gave back to Shi Lezhi just now changed everything.

If only relying on the medicinal pill of Jinguagua, of course, it would not be able to help Aomu Toad break through, it would just make his demon power more pure, but Aomu Toad found that there was a trace of ancestral veins in the medicinal pill.

That is when the top ancestral nobles used themselves as the furnace to refine the medicinal pills and incorporated a trace of pure aura. Although this aura is only a faint trace, it has the meaning of the ancestor of the toad, which makes him a mixed green wood toad. The bloodline was instantly sublimated, which helped him break through to the fourth-grade realm.

How could he not know that he has encountered a great creation.

"Children, Qing Erxi, I want to see Grandpa Ancestor!" The fourth-grade demon shouted again in an excited tone.

Shi Lezhi stayed where he was.

That cute little frog?

Hehe, impossible! Absolutely impossible!

At this moment, a crisp frog croak came from the carriage.

"Cuck! (See, see!

"Huh! (That medicinal pill is your master's reward for explaining the problem to my eldest brother, so you don't need to pay my respects to my uncle!

"Cuck! Cuck! (Don't disturb this uncle listening to the Confucian interpretation of poetry! This uncle is a cultural frog!

Then, there was another low murmur.

"Huh... (The pills are not sugar-coated, this uncle is not interested...

Shi Lezhi's scalp was numb.

A monster pet is so generous, so that person's identity is simply his Shi Lezhi's seventh uncle, Shi Chui.

The meaning of the little frog is very clear, the explanation in front of the city gate can be paid off with this medicine pill.

Shi Lezhi remembered what he said before, and his face was on fire in an instant!

Half a person! Some craftsmanship!

Shi Lezhi, what the **** did you just do!

Talking to Confucius about benevolence and righteousness, and pulling the Taoist master to do nothing?

Lost my mind!

Wait, if Brother Liu is really that one, the woman in the carriage...

As we all know, Zhulin sent a guardian for the one who was a woman.

A woman who forced the chess master to tear the chess scriptures apart.

Shi Lezhi didn't dare to think further, how could a thunderbolt hit him in this great blue sky?

It's clearly March, why is my heart a little cold?

He looked at the carriage carriage.

I should be under the car, I shouldn't be here.

...

All the students present were qualified for the spring exam, and naturally they had some insight.

As soon as this poem came out, I linked the previous two questions, and everyone knew who the person in front of them was.

For a time, everyone looked at Chen Luo with bright eyes.

You can see a living person.

At this time, Chen Luo didn't seem to see everyone's eyes, put away the scroll of poetry and painting, and bowed his hands to the great scholar on the city gate.

"Thank you, Daru Ge!"

"Xiaosheng Liu Dongchen, please compose a poem!"

I know you know who I am, but you are all pretending not to know who I am, so I also pretend not to know you are pretending not to know who I am.

Hearing Chen Luo's thanks, Ge Huaiying's bones softened by half, and he quickly smiled and said, "Wu... It's my duty, I don't need to thank you much."

All the Confucian students are tired: What are you pretending to be! All seen.

Cover your ears and steal the bell, but that's it.

However, the students changed their minds.

We know that you are pretending not to know and we pretend not to know who you are, so just pretend we don't know.

Since we don't know who you are, it's okay for everyone to get close, right?

Wait for an opportunity to cut off the chicken's head and burn the yellow paper to worship the handle. What if it succeeds?

Um! No problem.

After I figured out this verse, a student suddenly said loudly, "Please three great Confucians to comment on this poem by Brother Liu!"

In the words, Liu Xuexiong said the three words very seriously!

"Exactly!" The Wenchang Pavilion official said quickly, "Let's do business first, and the last poem that breaks the title still needs to be checked by three great scholars!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes fell back to the four poems on the city wall.

At this time, even if the pictorial meaning in the poem has been collected, the poetic rhythm remaining in the poem also urges the blossoming of poetic flowers.

"Cough cough..." Li Daru couldn't hold back for a long time, and he was the first to speak: "The west wind blows the old Dongting waves, and Xiangjun has gray hair overnight. These two sentences can only be said to be wonderful sentences, but they are not wonderful. words."

If you want to promote it first, you will comment on it.

"However, this old man loves the word 'Blowing Old'. Ordinary people use words to refine characters. Most of them are wrinkled and swayed to make poems, but Wu...cough...Liu Xiaoyou's use of blowing old is refreshing."

"It's old and wrinkled, but it adds to the feeling that the youth has passed away. Dongting is like a beauty who is twilight, making people sigh."

"There is no need to say more about Xiangjun, there is a description in Qufuzi's Nine Songs. Mrs. Xiang cried for her husband's blood and made a mournful cry. This allusion is integrated into the image of Dongting blowing old. ...how lonely!"

"These last two sentences..." Li Daru paused slightly, intending to whet the appetite of the crowd, then Lu Daru said directly: "These last two sentences are amazing!"

"When you get drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water. This sentence is wonderful in the three words that the sky is in the water."

"Du Zimei once said, 'The boat in spring water is like sitting in the sky', which is similar to the sentence 'You don't know the sky is in the water when you are drunk'. As soon as it is opened, the sky, clouds and shadows linger together', which is also a general scene."

"Ordinary people write this, and it should be the highest meaning of the whole poem. I didn't expect Liu Xiaoyou to raise the poetry again and write the last sentence, 'A full boat and a clear dream over the galaxy', from the scene to the dream!"

"Is that the light boat pressing the Xinghe? No, it is a dream of the people on the boat!"

"House Yi An has a good saying 'I'm only afraid of Shuangxi and boats, and I won't be able to carry a lot of sorrows'. The first time I used a boat to carry my sorrows, it was a sad expression. But this sentence is full of dreams, but it reveals open-mindedness and unrestrainedness. ."

"With the title of the poem, "I sing in the moon, I dance in chaos", it is just generally lonely, but generally unrestrained."

"But in the opinion of this old man, Qing Lianxian also has a poem, which is also very suitable for this poem."

"Everyone has a good mood, and wants to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. The water will flow more when the water is cut off, and the sorrow will be relieved by drinking. Life is not satisfactory in this world, and it will be distributed in the Ming Dynasty.

"If it wasn't for Liu Xiaoyou's poem, the old man saw it with his own eyes, saying that the poem of Qingmeng Pressing the Galaxy was written by Li Qinglian, and the old man would have believed it!"

After talking so much in one breath, Lu Daru heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Ge Daru: "Brother Ge, what do you think?"

Ge Huaiying looked at Lu Daru with a smile on her face.

You're done talking again, what can I say?

Well, you forced me!

Ge Huaiying took a long sigh and said, "I see this poem today, I'm afraid I won't be able to discuss other poems with peace of mind in the future."

"There are poems in front of me that I can't read, but the three poems of Qingning are in my heart."

"Old man, from now on, I will not comment on poetry!"

With a bright tone and a vague tone, Ge Huaiying stood on the wall and bowed to Chen Luo, and Chen Luo hurriedly returned the salute.

But Ge Huaiying didn't get up, and Chen Luo couldn't get up either.

One old and one young, just across the city wall, worship each other.

Sunset, the setting sun fell on the two of them, as if it had been frozen into a beautiful picture.

This scene was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone present.

Some students sighed: "I pay my respects to Wenhua, what a great scholar~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The great scholar bows to Wenhua, and the young man also thanks his confidant! This is a good story, a good story through the ages!"

"We actually witnessed a good story! It's worth it, even if the trip is famous, it's worth it."

"Take a photo, one thousand taels of silver, who will sell me a photo talisman!"

"I'll give out two thousand taels, hurry up, they'll get up in a while... eh? There doesn't seem to be any sign of getting up."

Above the city wall, Li Daru and Lu Daru looked at each other and looked at Ge Huaiying, who was still bowing.

What the hell!

Hello!

The Confucian scholar in Wenchang Pavilion coughed dryly and spread his voice throughout the city.

"Three questions broken!"

"Qingning City, I respectfully invite Mr. Liu into the city! Mrs. Cui goes out to welcome you..."

At the same time, a loud voice resounded in Qingning City.

"Qingning Cui Shi, waiting for the big driver!"