i have a sword fairy

It means that there are three kinds of changes in the gentleman. From a distance, the gentleman thinks that he is serious and dignified, and when he is close to him, he is gentle, and listening to him is very strict.It is conceivable that the name-holders have expectations for him.

Hearing Zhao Rong say the allusion to his name, Liu San, who had always been serious before, smiled, but his expression became more "serious".

"Little brother just thought about it again, and felt that I was very sorry to receive a spirit stone from my brother."

"My little brother is not talented. I have read a few books of sages and sages, and I have saved some of my own works. I want to send a few poems to my brother to express my gratitude!"

"It's just a spirit stone, it's not worth your son's trouble."

"I think it's worth it!"

After that, Zhao Rong opened the book box without any explanation, and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from it.

Liu Sanbian hesitated, and seeing Zhao Rong's sincere attitude, he did not refuse.

"Brother, can there be the word "Qingshan" in the poem?"

"Qingshan?"

"Qingshan."

Liu Sanbian smiled again.

……

Qingfengju on the first floor, resting place.

I just watched a lively green girl playing with teacups boredly.

She is a disciple of an immortal family on a nearby mountain. Usually, her master seldom lets her go down the mountain. Today, she can accompany her senior brother to Longquandu to do business. She asked her master for a long time to agree.

When she first arrived at Longquandu, she was new for a while, and then she felt that it was the same.

The lively scene she just watched made her feel very interesting, but the ending was a little boring.

In fact, she secretly supported the mortal scholar in her heart. After all, which woman cultivating on the mountain does not admire and favor a Confucian scholar who is full of talent and knowledge?

At least that's what she thinks, who likes to surreptitiously read novels of talented and beautiful women.

There's not really a woman who doesn't like it, right?No, no, no.

Besides, interacting with scholars’ poems can also promote cultivation and benefit the Dao. I don’t know how many truth-seeking seekers are stuck in the Confucian Haoran Realm. If Jiazi can’t break the Hao Ran Realm, then the Dao is hopeless. The uncle in the door, who has been stuck in awe-inspiring environment for so many years, is now white-haired and pale-faced.

The two Confucian orthodox academies in Wangquezhou attract many people from the mountains and downhills every year, and how many fairies on the mountain are eager to sing poetry with a gentleman of the academy.

A few years ago, in a black market auction house on the mountain, a poem about falling flowers and a state of no self was fired to a sky-high price. Although the Confucian Academy has always strictly prohibited this kind of behavior, it has been banned repeatedly, and the imported poems are still on the black market on the mountain. One of the hottest items.

In contrast to Confucianism, Mohism and Taoism are not so popular among mountain people. Although Tianzhijing and Jindanjing after Haoranjing have a lot of origins with them, compared with Confucian scholars, Mohist rangers are stupid. , Taoist real people are cold and boring.

Moreover, most of the monks who can pass the Haoran Realm are mature and stable, and they will no longer be as impulsive as when their cultivation base is low.

The green-robed girl bit her lip lightly, thinking about these things aimlessly, then she came back to her senses, and glanced at the dingy poor scholar just now.

What a nerd, you don't dare to speak back when others bully you like this, it's just too... No wonder you have to bring a fake Linlu Academy flag.

Real readers are definitely not like this.

The girl in green thought to herself.

But suddenly, the girl was a little surprised.

At this moment, she was probably the only one in the entire lobby who noticed the poor scholar out of boredom.

After seeing the scholar talking to the fierce-looking man beside her, she put down the bookcase that she had been carrying, took out paper, ink, pen and inkstone, found a table nearby, and began to spread paper and research ink. , the action is very skillful.

What is he doing?The girl was a little puzzled.

I saw that the poor and sour scholar flicked the blue ribbon that had slipped in front of him behind him, rolled up his sleeves, raised the pen in his right hand, hung his wrist to concentrate, and suddenly started to write, his movements flowing smoothly.

He... is he going to compose poetry?

The girl glanced at her mouth, but immediately looked strange again.

This poor scholar is obviously ordinary, but why does his whole spirit become different after holding a pen and writing?It's like... like a different person.

The girl suspects that she is delusional.

But before she had time to think about it, her eyes were gradually drawn to the scholar.

slowly.

The girl in green opened her mouth.

The expression solidified.

In the corner of the lobby, the poor and sour scholar was looking attentively, splashing ink and freehand brushwork, and the pen was moving with dragons and snakes. Suddenly, a breeze poured into Qingfengju, sweeping the desk of the scholar, brushing the white paper and black ink.The breeze was blowing, and the black hair of the scholar was blowing, but the strange thing was that the rice paper that was not held down by the ruler was not blown up even a corner by the breeze, and it was lying on the table with a heavy weight.

The girl in green suddenly came back to her senses and walked quickly towards the desk.

"Little Junior Sister, where are you going?" a young man shouted behind her, but in the next second, the young man also realized that something was wrong.

The aura of heaven and earth in the lobby seems to be gradually... getting stronger?

The young man looked suspiciously at the corner of the lobby, which was the direction his little junior sister was walking.

At the same time, there were many other guests in Qingfengju who felt the same abnormality as him.

"Strange, why is there a surge of spiritual energy?"

"Who is it? Who dares to cast spells in Qingfengju?"

"Did your Qingfengju receive another exotic treasure, why is there such a big movement?"

"Hey, what is that scholar doing?!"

Surprised voices rang out in the lobby.

Even the street outside was attracted by the vision and entered the building to explore.

The girl in green ignored the noise behind her. She was the first to come to the book desk. The scholar in front of her had already stopped writing with a smile. She stared at the scholar and the stern-looking man beside him. , and then turned his attention to the sheet of rice paper lying quietly on the desk.

On the paper, I saw a word with dried ink, the name of the word and brand she had never seen before, the calligraphy was powerful, elegant and free and easy, which was pleasing to the eye, but these were not the key, the girl's eyes were all wandered by that word on the paper. streamer attracted.

This is... an entry poem!

Chapter 14 Ascending the Tower, Falling Flowers, Nanshan

Breeze inside.

The vision in the corner of the first floor gradually attracted more and more people's attention.

I don't know who took the lead first, and some people with keen perception began to gather at the desk.

"It's an entry-level poem! Climbing the building!"

I don't know who exclaimed, and there was an uproar in the lobby. The people who were queuing up to buy tickets couldn't even care about the line, and they all rushed to the source one by one. The crowd, and even the stewards and shopkeepers behind the counter, including the beautiful woman, were attracted to them...

The number of people was much larger than that of the lively show just now.

Because this time there were not only guests in Qingfengju, but also many pedestrians from the streets outside, who were attracted by the vision.

At this moment, the girl in green who came to the desk for the first time was staring blankly at the splendid poem on the table, her eyes seemed to be pinned to it, and it was difficult to move it away.

"Nan Kezi."

"The green hills are ten miles away, and the tidal road is sandy. There are several chirping birds and complaining about the years. It's a desolate time again, in the end of the world."

The girl took a deep breath and looked down again.

"Bai Lu collects the waning moon, and the breeze disperses Xiaoxia. Ask the lotus by the green poplar embankment: Do you remember selling wine during the New Year, who?"

"What a nice view"

The girl murmured.

Confucian poetry is very popular in the mountains, but in fact, most monks only pay attention to and covet its role in benefiting cultivation. Many people do not understand aesthetics and appreciation, and can only chew a little taste, but this does not prevent them from learning. The quality of a poem is good or bad, because it has its own way to judge.

Good poetry may not be good, but good poetry must be good!

Moreover, once the poems are born, they can produce visions, so what they are after is only the original manuscripts of the poems.

But the girl in green is different. She has a lot of research on poetry, and has read many manuscripts of the poems that were circulated in the mountains, not only for practice, but also for hobbies.

She knows that every entry poem is a beautiful "accident", and how difficult it is for the sentences composed of words containing emotions to be recognized by the world, and the poets who wrote these sentences are even more talented!

In front of the first lyric work of the first class, the brand name is novel, the image is clear, the contrast is harmonious, the color is bright, and the beauty is very strong.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look up at the scholar in front of her.

It turns out that he is really a scholar of Linlu Academy...

Zhao Rong had a smile on his face at this time.

Everyone around him only thought that he was calm and calm, but in fact...he was very confused right now.

Why is there such a big movement when writing the first word?It wasn't like this when I wrote to Qian'er before!

He looked at the people around him who were slowly quieting down. Most of them were staring attentively at the words he had written. Occasionally, a few looked up at him and were shocked.

After all, it is extremely rare for someone outside the academy to be able to write poetry. Once such a scholar appears, the academy will almost always send an invitation to include him in the academy.

At this moment, everyone is almost certain that Zhao Rong is from Linlu Academy. Of course, there is one exception, and he still has a bit of luck...

Zhao Rong glanced at Lin Qingxuan, who was standing outside the crowd with a suspicious look in his eyes, but still didn't say anything.

Then he looked at the beautiful woman in the crowd.

The beautiful woman who had been watching him all the time saw him, her heart trembled, and she hurriedly showed a smile, very unnatural and a little flattering.

Zhao Rong just thinks that you look down on me, come over to step on me, and then slap me back in the face is very boring.

He didn't know why Lin Qingxuan came to step on him, he just didn't like me?This is probably only an external cause, but what about the internal cause?

In fact, at first, he wanted to go directly and not play this trick with them, but Liu Sanbian stood up to help him in that situation.

He felt that he had to repay this favor, so he picked a corner where no one was around, and wanted to write a few poems like Qian'er for Liu Sanbian, maybe he could use it.

I just didn't expect that the movement would be so big after writing it!

Zhao Rong saw that Brother Liu and everyone beside him were still immersed in the song "Nan Kezi: Ten Miles of Green Mountains Far away", so he tried to call home a few times in his heart.

Gui has been ignoring him since he learned yesterday that he was still going to "eat soft rice".

Zhao Rong doesn't know why it hates eating soft rice so much, what's wrong with eating soft rice?Are you eating your rice?

Besides, I don't, no... I may not be able to eat it.

"Do what?"

Zhao Rong was a little surprised, but Gui responded to him, probably because he was paying attention to his current special situation.

"Aren't you angry anymore?"

"Oh, this seat is not angry, you are not promising yourself, what is the matter with this seat?"

"I'm really not going to eat soft rice, I'm just going to return the jade to her and send a letter by the way."

"Ha ha."

"..."

"Well, what the hell is a poem entry? What is a building entry?"

Return to indulge for a while.

"Poetry is recognized by heaven and earth, and it can become a calligraphy treasure that gathers spiritual energy. This seat has told you before. As for the boarding house... In the era when this seat was in the Xuanhuang Realm, poetry was only classified into the grade and the grade. Later, I heard that the Confucianists wanted to divide the poems for the entry, but they didn't see any movement until the seat left."

"The person who told this secret at the time said that the Confucian saints were going to divide the poetry into three levels and two levels."

"Climbing up the building, falling flowers, Nanshan."

"With me, without me."

"The order of the three grades is the distinction between high and low. The ascending grade can only gather aura once, which can be used by monks of the Haoran realm and above; the falling flower can not only gather more aura, but also help the cultivator at the bottleneck of the shaking realm to realize the breakthrough; and the Nanshan grade is more Extraordinary, can gather a huge amount of spiritual energy, and at the same time can help the cultivator of the Haoran Realm bottleneck to break through!"

"As for the realm with me and the realm without me, only Luohuapin and Nanshanpin's poems can distinguish between these two realms.

"In fact, there is no difference between the two realms, but the poems in the realm of mine can only be understood and absorbed by the monks once, and then the calligraphy will lose its aura and turn into ordinary things."

"But the poems in the realm of no-self can be repeatedly comprehended by the monks and re-gather the spiritual energy. It is very wonderful. It is really a creation of heaven and earth."

Gui Ye has to admit that these Confucian poems are indeed mysterious, especially the poems in the realm of no-self, which are almost close to the "Tao", and in his view, this should be a higher cultivation realm before monks can try it. touch.

Zhao Rong seemed to realize something.

Three-level and two-level?Fun and interesting.