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

Yan Ling murmured blankly: "Sister Xueqing, aren't we dreaming?"

"Xiaoran, he actually made a word handed down from generation to generation?"

Xiao Xueqing stared at the dazzling vision of heaven and earth, and was extremely shocked in her heart.

Previously, Lu Ran's poems were not complete, only a sentence or two.

Even so, she already knew in her heart that Xiaoran's poetic talent is definitely the most top existence in the past and present.

Unexpectedly, after the excellent work on wine, the next Dragon Boat Festival poem turned out to be a poem handed down from generation to generation.

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"Look quickly, the picture on the void, what is that?"

Almost at the same time, everyone in Shengjing discovered the bright picture of Changhong intertwined in the void.

"Sweat lightly permeates Biwan, bathing Fanglan in the Dragon Boat Festival of the Ming Dynasty...beauties have met each other for 1000 years."

"This is a poem, the stars and the moon shine together, and the phantom floats in the sky. Is that a poem handed down from generation to generation?"

When everyone read the text completely, combined with the scene of the Dragon Boat Festival depicted in the sky, they instantly understood!

The handed down work is now in the world...

Chapter 31 Lingyan Poetry Club

Bailu Academy, in a quiet and elegant pavilion.

Under the cold moonlight, there are two old men sitting opposite each other, playing chess.

One is wearing a gray Confucian robe, the other is wearing a blue Confucian robe, both of them have gray temples, appearing extremely elegant and easy-going.

The old man in gray robe is named Liu Hong.

The old man in green robe is named Yang Yu!

Both of them are great Confucian scholars of Bailu Academy, and they are also candidates for this year's spring recruitment assessment.

pat!

After Baizi fell, Liu Hong raised his head and sighed: "This time, the number of spring recruits is nearly half that of previous years. If this continues, hey..."

Yang Yu's hand fell, his expression indifferent: "Isn't this what the royal family wants to see?"

Mentioning this, both of them fell silent.

Since Emperor Yuanxu supported the establishment of Guozijian, both Bailu Academy and its students have been suppressed.

The first generation of Jijiu of Guozijian belonged to the same line as the founder of Bailu Academy, but it was a pity that they were divided into two lines because of different ideas.

After Emperor Zhende succeeded to the throne, he intensified his efforts to suppress Bailu Academy. Until now, Guozijian has replaced Bailu Academy and has become the main delivery institution for officials from the DPRK and China.

Liu Hong said blankly: "A bunch of villains who only know how to play tricks!"

Yang Yu took a sip of tea and sighed softly: "Since King Zhenbei fell, the power of the royal family has reached its peak. What can I do?"

pat!

Liu Hong dropped another son: "In this case, if we want to revive the former glory of my White Deer Academy, we need more outstanding young people."

Yang Yu also dropped a son, and said: "My Bailu Academy has a Xiao Xueqing, and the Imperial Academy has Li Mubai, if my academy can add another..."

"Buzz!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw stars and moons intertwined in the void, accompanied by a dazzling radiance that shot straight into the sky, interweaving a picture.

In the picture, the words and the rainbow complement each other.

[Sweat slightly penetrates Biwan, Ming Dynasty Dragon Boat Festival baths in Fanglan...beauties have met each other for 1000 years. 】

Liu Hong and Yang Yu stood up, their eyes widened, and they couldn't believe it: "The stars and the moon are shining brightly, and the phantom is floating in the sky, a word handed down from generation to generation?"

"Lingyan Lake, Lingyan Poetry Club?"

The next moment, the two looked at each other, as if they understood something, they both said in unison: "Within three feet of me is Lingyan Lake!"

After the words fell, the figures of the two were instantly shrouded in fresh air, and disappeared in the pavilion in an instant.

This is obviously the supernatural power after stepping into the emperor's realm and becoming a great Confucianist——【Words follow the law】!

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On the other side, inside the Imperial College.

"The stars and the moon are shining brightly, and the phantom is floating in the sky, a word handed down from generation to generation?"

There were also two old men in official robes who saw the vision in the void. After they glanced at each other, they sensed the place where the vision came from, and immediately said: "Within three feet of me, there is Ling Ling. Smokey Lake!"

After the words fell, the figures of the two also disappeared in place.

They know in their hearts that those who can make words handed down to the world must have amazing talents.

Such a talented person must definitely be admitted to the Imperial College!

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The shore of Lingyan Lake has already been crowded with people.

Everyone stared blankly at the pictures intertwined in mid-air.

Especially monks who practice Confucianism and Taoism, they know in their hearts that the birth of words handed down from generation to generation will not only arouse the vision of heaven and earth, where the stars and moon shine together, and phantom shadows float in the sky, but also generate clean energy and tides.

Cultivating under this clear tide, the speed of cultivation will be more than a hundred times faster than usual.

The most important thing is that if you can use this word handed down from generation to generation to realize the Tao, it will definitely be a great opportunity.

But at this moment, in the center of Lingyan Lake, on the boat.

"Buzz...buzz..."

All the students and officials sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate with the help of clear air and tides and closed eyes.

Even Ren Qing and Gu Qinghong are like this.

In the corner, Lu Ran could feel that the outline of the second corner of Wenfu had solidified and began to intertwine with the outline of the third corner.

For one thing, he's a little weird.

Previously, he had also written those handed down poems from his previous life, but he did not arouse this vision of stars and moon shining together, and phantoms floating in the sky.

Lu Ran secretly thought: "Could it be that the poems I wrote before are incomplete, because they are all because of one or two sentences?"

While thinking, he frowned.

Because the Wenfu is still unfinished, and half of the outline has not yet been formed.

But he was not in a hurry, because this was the first Dragon Boat Festival poem, and there were two more.

After an unknown amount of time, everyone woke up like a dream and slowly opened their eyes.

I saw that everyone was smiling all over their faces, obviously benefiting a lot from the clean energy tide.

At this moment, four streams of fresh air intertwined, and four old men appeared on the boat at the same time.

The people who came were Liu Hong, Yang Yu, and two great Confucian scholars from Guozijian.

They asked almost in unison: "Who wrote this poem handed down from generation to generation?"

Seeing this, Ren Qing, Gu Qinghong and others, who knew the identities of the four people, hurried up to greet them and were about to explain something.

"Buzz!"

But at this moment, the jade bi trembled again, and words appeared one by one!

Someone exclaimed: "This is the second song by that mysterious genius."

At this moment, everyone held their breath and stared at Yubi with burning eyes.

Even the four great Confucian scholars of Guozijian and Bailu Academy are like this.

Everyone wanted to see if the mysterious genius wrote a poem that was handed down when the topic was Dragon Boat Festival, but now that the topic is Qixi Festival, will there be another song.

On the second floor of the painting boat, staring at the familiar handwriting on Yubi, Xiao Xueqing's beautiful eyes flowed with moving light, her red lips parted slightly, and she slowly began to read: "Slender clouds are clever, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men are far and dark." .” When he read this, his tone paused, and he continued to read: “When the golden wind and the jade dew meet, they will win the countless people in the world.”

"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, bear with me and go back on the bridge!"

Xiao Xueqing only felt ripples in her heart, and slowly said the last sentence: "If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the same day and night."

"If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening?"

Many talented ladies around looked confused, their eyes filled with amazement, and repeated the last sentence.

This Qixi poem is really beautiful!

It is not like the former students and officials, who are mainly sad and sad.

Instead, it uses sad scenes to write music, and sings the praises of faithful and sincere love. It is soul-stirring and touching to read.

The golden wind and jade dew, the ice-clear and jade-clean love, tenderness like water, gentle and lingering affection.

Even if there is separation, even if we are far apart, as long as we love each other sincerely, why should we be greedy for the happiness of the day and night?

The beautiful picture in the poem appeared in my mind.

Fang Zhihua, Yan Ling has many talents, but he feels the ups and downs in his heart, and it is difficult to recover for a long time.

Isn't the love they yearn for exactly like this?

"This Qixi poem is excellent in terms of wording and artistic conception, and it should be handed down from generation to generation!"

On the boat, Liu Hong and Yang Yu gave the same evaluation.

The two great Confucian scholars of the Imperial College did not comment, but they did not hide the strong appreciation in their eyes, obviously agreeing with this statement.

Chapter 32 Lingyan Poetry Club

"Om..."

As if to confirm what Liu Hong and Yang Yu said, when the whole poem emerged completely, the jade bi trembled again, and the dazzling fresh air shot up into the sky again, interweaving with the stars and the moon, forming a huge phantom picture .

In the phantom of the picture, the clouds slowly dispersed, and the void turned into a boundless Milky Way.

Two stars appeared in the Milky Way, turned into a man and a woman, crossed everything, met thousands of miles away, embraced each other slowly, and counted each other's tenderness.

When the surrounding scene began to dissipate like a dream, the two had to separate. Although there was sadness between each other, they showed a smile.

Because, if two people are in love, they will never change until death!

"The stars and the moon are shining together, the phantom is floating in the sky, and the second poem handed down from ancient times is here..."

Such a picture of Qixi Festival, which is written with sorrow and joy, is reflected in the void, and everyone is staring at it in a daze, and their hearts are extremely shocked.

Even the four great Confucianists couldn't avoid it, and their expressions were extremely complicated.

This is a word handed down from generation to generation!

How many years have there been no handed down poems in the Dayu Dynasty?

"Buzz...buzz..."

Suddenly, the majestic fresh air intertwined in the picture turned into a radiant rain and fell, covering the entire Lingyan Lake, as if sending blessings to all sentient beings.

Feeling this tidal wave of fresh air, many students and officials sat cross-legged again and began to practice with their eyes closed.

In one night, they witnessed the birth of two words handed down from generation to generation, and got two chances at the same time. They only felt that the whole person fell into a dreamlike illusion.

After a while, the four Confucian scholars looked at the handwriting on the jade bi, and suddenly understood something, and immediately widened their eyes, with disbelief on their faces: "These two poems were written by the same person?"

When the first word handed down from ancient times appeared, they naturally noticed the crooked and unique handwriting.

But it is these unsightly words that constitute the words handed down from generation to generation.

He obviously has an amazing talent, but why does he write words like a child?

In this regard, the four great Confucian scholars did not know how to express the feeling in their hearts.

Their first thought now is to find the talented man who wrote this poem handed down from generation to generation, and then put it in Bailu Academy (Guozijian).

After that, the first thing to do is to teach him how to write well!

Avoid this embarrassing flaw because of this crooked word next time when you make a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

Of course, that was when the other party was able to compose another poem handed down from generation to generation.