Why do they always want me to change my filial piety?

In addition, it can strengthen Confucianism, Taoism and supernatural powers. For scholars and talents who have not yet set foot on the king's realm, it is simply an inexhaustible artifact!

Chapter 28 Lingyan Poetry Club

Seeing the fiery look in the eyes of many students and officials in the field, Ren Qing showed a smile on his face.

Originally, what he planned to take out was an ordinary medium-grade artifact, not this high-grade artifact, the Haoran Lingyan!

But in order to lure out that mysterious talent, he endured the pain and spent all his money!

Ren Qing couldn't believe it anymore, a high-grade artifact that Confucianism cultivators dreamed of couldn't attract that person.

The facts were exactly as he thought, and Lu Ran really wasn't tempted at all.

It's not that he's not interested in magical instruments, but that he's not interested in literary instruments.

He cultivates Confucianism and Taoism, he only needs to enter Taoism, and he will not go deep into cultivation.

In this way, it is useless to ask for this Haoran Lingyan.

"Isn't that the Haoran Lingyan?"

"This is a high-grade artifact."

"I didn't expect Ren Qing to be so willing!"

On the second floor of the painting boat, Yan Ling widened her beautiful eyes and said in surprise.

Fang Zhihua was a little puzzled: "How do you know it's a high-grade cultural artifact!"

"Because this Haoran Lingyan was auctioned at Yan's auction house, and was finally obtained by a mysterious person at a high price!"

"I didn't expect that person to be Ren Qing from Wenxuan Pavilion!"

Yan Ling's eyes fell on the first floor, and while waiting for the mysterious genius to appear, he explained.

Hearing this, Fang Zhihua realized that the Yan family was a big family in Shengjing, with incomparable strength.

Like some kind of auction house, you can see shops that sell spiritual objects and various cultivation resources almost everywhere you go.

Fang Zhihua looked at Xiao Xueqing who had a gentle smile on his face: "Sister Xueqing already knows who the mysterious talent is?"

From the very beginning, she found that Xiao Xueqing's gaze was always on the same place on the first floor of the painting boat.

Even after Ren Qing took out the Haoran Lingyan, he didn't take a look at it.

And with Sister Xueqing's keen perception, she may have already noticed who the mysterious talent is!

"Sister Xueqing knows who that mysterious talent is?"

Hearing this, all the talented people around gathered and looked at Xiao Xueqing with burning eyes!

For that mysterious genius, just from the poem just now, it can be seen that the other party is different from all the geniuses in the field.

He will not moan without illness, and his poems are mainly realistic, and he can compose poems with plain rhetoric, depicting strong emotions.

Moreover, he acts in a unique way, and is extremely humble and low-key!

On this basis, the women began to paint the image of the man in their minds.

First of all, it must be personable and elegant in conversation.

Secondly, it should be a handsome and good-looking boy.

Feeling the fiery eyes of so many talents, even Xiao Xueqing was a little stunned.

This is just a poem, as for it?

Wouldn't they be even crazier if they knew that Xiaoran's poetic talents were far more than that?

While her thoughts were flowing, Xiao Xueqing shook her head, her red lips parted slightly and said, "I don't know who that mysterious genius is!"

"It's just that I was thinking about something just now, so I kept looking at the same place."

Since Xiaoran doesn't want to reveal her identity, she naturally won't expose it.

What's more, it's not a good thing to be too popular.

You need to know that the wood is beautiful in the forest and the wind must blow!

The girls looked disappointed: "Sister Xueqing doesn't even know, what a pity!"

Xiao Xueqing smiled, didn't say anything, her eyes naturally moved away from her own Xiaoran.

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But at this moment, after Ren Qing took out the Haoran Lingyan, everyone held their breath, waiting for the mysterious talent to appear.

They want to see who is capable of overpowering the four famous talents of Cui Liu and Chen Xing!

Time passes slowly!

It's a pity that everyone was disappointed again because the mysterious genius still didn't show up.

As a result, the smile on Ren Qing's face froze again!

what is this?

Today's gifted scholars are all so humble and low-key, they don't even care about high-grade cultural relics?

After pondering for a while, Ren Qing said slowly: "No matter what, the Haoran Lingyan belongs to this mysterious talent."

"Even if the poetry meeting is over, as long as he wants to, he can still come to Wenxuan Pavilion to receive this lottery."

What he said was for the mysterious genius who didn't want to show his face.

A talented scholar with this kind of poetic talent will definitely shine in the future, at least they are all great Confucianists.

Therefore, even if you can't win over, you can't offend him.

At this time, another man in a Confucian robe stood up, glanced at everyone, and said with a smile:

"Everyone, the topic of wine just now, there is no doubt that the poem written by that mysterious genius is the best."

"Next, my Qinghong Poetry Club will give a lottery to a great Confucian's pen, and if any talented person can come out on top, I will get it!"

"The writings of the Great Confucianism?"

After hearing these words, many students' breathing suddenly became short of breath, and their hearts became extremely hot.

The pen notes of great Confucians may record their understanding of poetry and songs, and may also record their own cultivation methods, which is equivalent to a party's inheritance.

Such a precious thing, its value cannot be estimated at all.

If they hadn't known that this person was Gu Qinghong, the president of Qinghong Poetry Club, they wouldn't have believed that Daru's writing would be the prize of Ling Yan Poetry Club.

Cui Liu and Chen Xing looked at each other, took a deep breath, and said in unison: "Mr. Gu, please come up with a question!"

Although the aristocratic family they belonged to had produced great Confucian scholars, they did not leave any writings!

And if you can win the first place and get this great Confucianism pen, whether it is poetry, poetry or self-cultivation, you will definitely benefit a lot!

Moreover, it can also lay the foundation in advance for stepping into the emperor's realm and becoming a great scholar in the future.

Hearing this, Gu Qinghong continued: "This time, I will write three poems in a row on the theme of Dragon Boat Festival, Qixi Festival, and Mid-Autumn Festival."

"The time limit is four sticks of incense, whoever has the ability to overwhelm everyone will be the leader!"

"Do you have any objections?"

"I'll understand!" All the students and officials in the field said in unison.

The writings of the Great Confucianism are extremely precious, and if the other party regards this as a lottery, the requirements will naturally be higher.

This can be seen from writing three consecutive poems on the theme of Dragon Boat Festival, Qixi Festival, and Mid-Autumn Festival.

Normally, writing a poem takes a lot of energy, and you need to rest for a while.

Now it is difficult to compose three pieces in a row.

"Since you have no objections, let's start!"

Gu Qinghong waved his hand and ordered someone to light a stick of incense.

Seeing this, everyone lowered their heads and pondered.

Especially the four of them, Cui Liu and Chen Xing, sometimes frowned and sometimes shook their heads.

After going through the poem by the mysterious talented man just now, they didn't dare to be negligent, and wanted to show their best level and win this time the leader.

"Dragon Boat Festival, Qixi Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival!"

In the corner, Lu Ran murmured for a while, and began to recall the more famous poems from his previous life in his mind, seeming a little tangled.

It's not that he can't think of the corresponding poems, but that there are too many poems.

He didn't know which one to choose, even if any of them were handed down from generation to generation.

In this regard, Lu Ran has to sigh, sometimes it is quite difficult to be a copywriter...

Chapter 29 Lingyan Poetry Club

Seeing that many scholars and officials began to compose poems, Gu Qinghong did not look sideways, and quietly transmitted voice to Qingyi's followers: "Pay attention to their poems, and see if you can find that mysterious talent."

"If you find it, don't say anything, just come back and tell me!"

"Yes!" The entourage in Tsing Yi nodded and walked slowly into the field.And by adding dishes and wine, according to the special handwriting of the mysterious genius just now, he began to search for people.

"Wang Lu, go and see if you can confirm the identity of the mysterious genius."

Ren Qing also transmitted the voice to the disciples of Wenxuan Pavilion.

After the latter was instructed, he also entered the field.

In such a scene, not only Gu Qinghong and Ren Qing did this, but also other forces.

The purpose of their co-organization of the Ling Yan Poetry Club is very simple, that is to win over potential scholars.

And that mysterious talent naturally attracted the attention of many forces.

With the poetic talent of this mysterious talent, if he can win over his own power, it will definitely be a great help in the future.

Taking advantage of the time when many students were seriously composing poems, various forces also started a secret contest to see who could find the mysterious genius first.

"Who do you think will come out on top this time?"

"Could it still be that mysterious genius?"

"It's hard to say, after all, this time I wrote three poems in a row!"

On the second floor of the painting boat, many talented ladies also focused their attention on the highlight of this Ling Yan poetry meeting, and couldn't help discussing softly.

Dragon Boat Festival, Qixi Festival, and Mid-Autumn Festival, in terms of time, are three festivals connected together.

But now, within the four sticks of incense, three corresponding poems should be written consecutively.

In this way, not only is it a great test of the minds of many students in the field, but also a great test of everyone's poetic talent.

In this case, whoever can stand out is the well-deserved leader!

Just when they were discussing, Xiao Xueqing, with a gentle smile on her face, glanced at the familiar figure in the corner, and her heart was full of anticipation!

Since she was a child, she had read poetry and books to practice Confucianism and Taoism, so she naturally had no resistance to this kind of poetry.

Under the watchful eyes of many talents, a stick of incense slowly passed by.

At this moment, many students in the field have already completed the first article.

On the other hand, Lu Ran didn't start writing.

As Wen Chaogong, of course he was not stumped.

It's just that he found out that when the attendants were adding wine and food, they seemed to be looking at the poem written by the student intentionally or unintentionally.

Lu Ran was thoughtful: "Do you want to find my trace from the handwriting?"

He admitted that he wrote with a brush, which was crooked, which was indeed a bit unsightly!

But I didn't expect that these forces would start from this aspect.

Regarding this, Lu Ran, who didn't want to reveal his identity, pretended to be thinking with frown, and was not in a hurry to write.

Anyway, I already know which three poems to write, and it doesn't take much time.

As for the poem about wine just now, it has already been put into the Najie.