The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have a very good understanding.

Outside the school.

After Li Qingchen and others left, Wei Cang didn't stay long.

He came to the two great scholars Mo Lan and Yixian, cupped his hands and said:

"I have troubled you two seniors this time. When I return to Zhongzhou, I will express my gratitude."

Mo Lan smiled and waved his hand, "What trouble is this? We are both lucky to see such a literary competition."

"That's right."

Yixian praised: "A monster with superb four arts and a genius with unparalleled poetry. Such a competition is not something ordinary people can see."

As he said that, he looked at Wei Cang curiously,

"Listen to what the head of the guard said, are you not planning to go back to Zhongzhou with us, and are you going to stay in the Southern Territory?"

Wei Cang smiled when he heard this, glanced at Lingsi not far away, and then said:

"My disciple has been in seclusion for two years without going out. It happens that I have some friends in the southern region and a great scholar who is a hermit, so I just took this opportunity to pay a visit."

When he arrived, Lingsi had already told Wei Cang that after this literary competition, he was going to visit a senior.

He didn't know how Lingsi knew that great Confucian, but from Lingsi's suggestion, he should be a powerful Confucian and Taoist senior.

This made Wei Cang a little curious, and since it was not far from here, he just happened to go have a look and ask for advice.

"That being the case, at the request of the Chief of Guard, we can leave on our own."

Without further conversation, Wei Cang and the group of people gradually walked away under the gaze of Mo Lan and Yixian.

Seeing Wei Cang and others walking away, the gentle smile on Mo Lan's face suddenly fell.

"He's in serious trouble."

After a while, he sighed, with a complicated expression on his face.

"One Ruxian suppressed the entire Confucianism and Taoism, and now there is another wise fool. This..."

"When will this be the day I've been waiting for?"

The entire literary world of Confucianism and Taoism in the Five Realms was roughly divided into two factions.

One side is led by Ruxian Saint Academy, and the other side is the alliance of Confucianism, Taoism and Great Confucianism that had been suppressed.

At first, the two sides had different ideas on Confucianism and Taoism, and there was constant friction.

Then Ruxian rose up and suppressed everything with a strong stance, which allowed Confucianism and Taoism, which were about to fall apart, to merge into one.

However, some deep-rooted ideas will not be suppressed by overwhelming strength, but will be ready to change as time goes by.

Coupled with the fact that Ruxian is becoming increasingly low-key and ignores the secular world, their lineage is gradually becoming more active, and there are signs of regaining control of Confucianism and Taoism.

Therefore, they, the great Confucians, are preparing to completely overthrow the Ruxian lineage and regain control of Confucianism and Taoism at the grand literary gathering in two years' time!

Originally they were full of confidence, but the Zhiyu they met today shattered their confidence into pieces.

"Don't be so pessimistic."

After Yixian was silent for a moment, light flashed in his eyes,

"Zhiyu's Four Immortal Arts are indeed very strong, but his poetry and poetry are extremely poor."

"Have you not seen that he has been with Li Qingchen for two years and has not developed any righteousness?"

Mo Lan was stunned, and then his eyes widened.

yes!

The four arts of the Xian family are strong and the level is high, but without the support of Haoran's righteousness, how much power can it exert?

Not long ago, Zhiyu didn't even compose a poem, and he didn't have the slightest bit of awe-inspiring energy in his body.

It can be seen from this that although the other party is extremely talented in the four arts, his poems and songs that can warm up the aura are extremely poor!

"In this case, even if this wise fool goes to attend a literary event, it will not have any impact on us."

“Although ‘Mu Yun’s’ four arts are not Zhi Yu’s opponent, his poetry, poetry, Confucianism and Taoism are far beyond his reach!”

The worry in Mo Lan's expression disappeared, and he regained his confidence again.

Mu Yun is the successor secretly cultivated by their lineage. He has talents in Confucianism and Taoism that are rare to find in thousands of years. He has made outstanding achievements in the four arts and poetry!

The purpose is to give the Ruxian faction a heavy blow at the literary event two years later!

Although Zhiyu had this surprise now, if one evaluates the overall strength, it is obvious that Mu Yun is far superior to the opponent.

"Being wise and foolish is nothing to worry about, but don't be careless either."

Yixian looked at Wei Cang and others leaving, and said with deep eyes:

"Wei Cang's disciple is not simple either. He is very good at poetry."

"Although the four arts are average, when it comes to poetry alone, Mu Yun is far from his opponent."

"Although Wei Cang has always been at odds with Li Qingchen, if something happens to Li Qingchen, Wei Cang will definitely fight with all his strength and has to guard against it."

When Mo Lan heard this, he waved his hands carelessly and said with a smile:

"The literary event compares overall strength. Even if Lingsi Poetry is strong, Mu Yun's four arts can crush the opponent."

"Unless Lingsi's talent for poetry can be combined with Zhiyu's talent for the four arts."

"But how is this possible? Then he is not the reincarnation of Emperor Wen?"

After hearing the words, Yixian thought about it for a moment, and then smiled easily.

Not to mention that Ruxian said that Zhiyu would not participate in the literary event, even if he did, they were absolutely sure!

in general

Two years later, they won!

…

On the other side, Su Changqing and others went straight to Qingshan Village after leaving the school.

On the way, Shuhan was still exclaiming in amazement from time to time.

"Junior Sister Lingsi's poems are still full of charm when I think about them now. She is really a great talent."

"In terms of poetry, I'm afraid he is not inferior to Changqing's talent in the four arts."

Li Qingchen nodded when he heard this and said slowly:

"Lingsi's poetry is indeed very strong. To be able to compose such quatrains at such a grade level, apart from his talent, he probably needs the guidance of an expert."

Li Qingchen was not familiar with Lingsi, but he was very familiar with Wei Cang.

Because Wei Cang can't teach that kind of poetry, Lingsi must have been taught by a Confucian or Taoist master.

"Could the Confucian or Taoist master who is good at poetry be the great Confucian scholar 'Wenxing' who is known as the poet saint?"

Shu Han exclaimed: "Maybe it's really possible. If anyone can teach quatrains at Lingsi's age, I'm afraid it can only be the contemporary poet saint."

Su Changqing, who was standing next to him, wanted to say something several times when listening to the conversation between the two, but then he thought about it and closed his mouth again.

"Forget it, the literary competition is over, and I don't know when I will see Senior Sister Lingsi next time."

"We don't deal with each other for a long time, so just pretend that nothing happened, so as not to be embarrassed when we meet in the future if it is exposed"

After a lot of thoughts, Su Changqing decided to keep this matter to himself.

Anyway, few people knew about it, and he would go back and give Brother Erniu some instructions, and the matter would be over.

Thinking of this, Su Changqing smiled slightly.

"Changqing, why don't you say a word?"

"Alas, although we lost the poetry contest, we still won four games, don't be so depressed."

Seeing Su Changqing silent for a long time, Shuhan comforted him.

Seeing this, Li Qingchen on the side also said:

"Your senior brother is right. This is not the fault of Zhan. You rarely learn poetry, so how can you win?"

"The poems written by Lingsi this time are called quatrains. You didn't lose unfairly. You should ask your senior sister for advice in the future."

Su Changqing said with a smile on his face:

"Teacher, senior brother is right. I will ask my senior sister for advice in the future."

Seeing Changqing recover, Shuhan laughed, "That's right. I copied Lingsi's poems. You can take a look and learn from them."

Speaking, Shuhan handed Su Changqing two pieces of plain paper for copying poems.

Su Changqing's mouth twitched slightly, and then he looked at the two poems that were so familiar to him and studied them "seriously".

...

As time passed, when the sky brightened, Qingshan Village was already in sight.

But before the carriage entered the village, an impatient figure trotted over.

"Hahaha, you're here so fast? I just..."

Erniu, who had been waiting for a whole night, saw the carriage coming and immediately greeted it with excitement.

But when he saw Shuhan sitting on the edge of the carriage, his excited face suddenly crossed.

"You are back."

Hearing Erniu's voice, Su Changqing also got off the car and smiled:

"Brother Erniu, are you waiting for us?"

Shuhan, who was next to him, curled his lips and said, "Just him? He went to bed early if he had the time."

"Get out."

Erniu glared at Shuhan unhappily, and subconsciously looked for his sword when he saw his old rival.

But he had something important to do today and was too lazy to fight with Shuhan.

"Changqing, go back to the village and wait for me. I need your help later."

Erniu bowed to the carriage and then ran away like the wind.

"Help?"

Su Changqing was stunned when he heard this, "What do you want me to do for you, Brother Erniu?"