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

But just when the four great Confucians had this idea, a poem handed down with the theme of Qixi Festival appeared again in the Lingyan Poetry Association.

The most important thing is that the handwriting is still the same as before, crooked and unique!

At this moment, the four great Confucianists realized that the two poems handed down from generation to generation were written by one person.

It is not an exaggeration for this talented man to be called the reincarnation of Wenquxing for writing two poems handed down in succession.

Thinking of this, the four great scholars looked at Ren Qing and Gu Qinghong again, and asked, "Who is the talented man who wrote the two poems handed down from generation to generation?"

Facing that extremely fiery gaze, the two took a deep breath, and were about to tell the whole story.

I never thought that it was also at this time.

"Buzz!"

I saw the jade bi trembled again, and crooked words emerged, forming another poem.

"It's the third song by that mysterious genius."

There was a sound of exclamation, and everyone held their breath again and looked at the jade bi.

[When is the bright moon?Ask the sky for wine.I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is this eve.I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold in the heights.Dancing clear shadow, like in the world. 】

[Turn to Zhuge, a lowly Qi household, and sleepless photos.There shouldn't be any hatred, what's the matter of long-term goodbye?People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter has never been complete in ancient times.Nung, moon and new moon. 】

"This this……"

The four Confucian scholars froze in place, unable to speak, only felt a phantom appeared in front of them, and couldn't believe it at all.

what is this?

It is another poem handed down from generation to generation, and it is even more amazing.

If four people were to comment on it, there would be only one sentence - as soon as this Mid-autumn poem comes out, the rest will be useless!

There are three consecutive poems handed down from generation to generation, and there has never been such a shocking scene in the past and present.

Is this person really the reincarnation of Wenquxing?

The four great Confucian scholars have been numb from the shock, and they just stood there in a daze, their expressions stiff, like statues!

"When will the moon be there, ask Qingtian about the wine..."

The painting boat fell into silence again, and everyone was chanting this poem.

How uninhibited it is to ask the wine to the sky?

I hope that people will last a long time, and share the beautiful beauty of thousands of miles. How open-minded is it that entrusts such deep thoughts?

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes..."

On the second floor of the painting boat, many talented ladies also murmured repeatedly, their expressions were blurred, and they were all immersed in it.

"Xiaoran wrote another poem that has been handed down from generation to generation!"

Staring at Yubi, Xiao Xueqing was equally unbelievable.

Three consecutive poems handed down from generation to generation, even though she had known Lu Ran's poetic talent before, she still couldn't suppress the surprise in her heart.

"Buzz!"

Just when everyone was stunned, the jade biscuit trembled, and the dazzling brilliance shot up into the sky again, intertwined with the brilliance of the stars and the moon, and once again condensed into a picture.

With a full moon hanging high, there seems to be a phantom, holding a wine glass and asking the sky, wanting to know where the fairy palace is in the sky, whether today is also the Mid-Autumn Festival...

At this moment, no matter whether it was a painting boat or outside Lingyan Lake, everyone was attracted by the picture on the void, unable to look away.

"Buzz!"

At the corner, Lu Ran was also staring at the void, but his mind was immersed in Wenfu.

After the three poems handed down from generation to generation appeared in the world and were recognized by more and more students, officials, and Confucian monks, the outline of the third corner of Wenfu was formed, and the outline of the fourth corner was also rapidly intertwined and cast under the majestic fresh air.

Not long after, the outline of a mansion engraved with many simple and obscure words took shape, and slowly condensed into substance.

"The Mansion of Wen is formed, and you have entered the Tao!"

Sensing this scene, Lu Ran took a deep breath and couldn't help showing a smile.

He thought it would take some more time, but he didn't expect that in just one night, three poems handed down from generation to generation were cast into Wenfu.

Sure enough, this time Ling Yanshi will come to the right place!

Although the commotion was a bit loud, it was worth it after all.

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The three poems handed down from ancient times appeared in the world, and successively aroused the vision of heaven and earth where the stars and the moon shine together, and the phantoms float in the sky, making it difficult for all those who witnessed this scene to return to their senses for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, the four great scholars suppressed the shock in their hearts, looked at Ren Qing and Gu Qinghong, with extremely serious faces, and asked in a deep voice: "Who is the genius who wrote these three handed down poems?"

Now, the thoughts in their hearts are more intense and urgent. This talented poet who has shocked the past and the present must be admitted to Bailu Academy (Guozijian) immediately...

Chapter 33 Retire?

Facing the gazes of the four great scholars, Ren Qing and Gu Qinghong looked at each other, immediately gave a wry smile, and replied very respectfully: "I don't know who this talented man is."

"From the beginning to the end, he never showed up..."

The two of them told everything about what happened before, starting with the topic of wine.

Hearing this, Liu Hong and Yang Yu looked at the field and frowned.

Looking at it at a glance, there are jade platforms all over the extremely spacious painting workshop, and there are countless students and officials.

If you want to find people with that unique handwriting, it is not difficult, as long as you observe people one by one, although it will take some time, you will eventually find them.

But the key point is that neither the poem with the theme of wine nor the three poems handed down from generation to generation has been signed by the mysterious genius.

It can be seen from this that the other party does not want to reveal their identity.

No matter what the reason is, if they still insist on finding him, it will definitely cause the other party's dissatisfaction, and it will be self-defeating, and it would be bad to push the other party to the Imperial College!

Thinking of this, Liu Hong found a seat and sat down after communicating with Yang Yu through sound transmission.

The two great Confucian scholars of Guozijian looked at each other, and it was the same.

The idea of ​​the four is very simple, since this mysterious talent is unwilling to reveal his identity, they will not force him.

Anyway, Ling Yan's poetry meeting was still going on, and with their perception as great scholars, if the other party continued to write poems for a while, they would definitely be able to detect who it was.

But at this moment, many students and officials in the field came back to their senses, all guessing the identity of the mysterious talent in their hearts.

"Previously, Gu used the writings of great Confucianism as a prize, and asked everyone to write three poems in a row with the theme of Dragon Boat Festival, Qixi Festival, and Mid-Autumn Festival."

"It's self-evident who the leader is!"

"Since that's the case, it's time for Gu to fulfill his promise!"

Gu Qinghong took a deep breath, took out a brocade box from the ring, and opened it in front of everyone's hot eyes.

What appeared in front of my eyes was a plain and unpretentious notebook.

Although it looks inconspicuous, everyone understands how precious this Confucian pen is.

Staring at the things in front of them, even Cui Liu, Shen Xu and the others were very greedy, and their breathing was a little short.

It's a pity that this item does not belong to them, but only to that mysterious genius.

Does the other party's astonishing poetic talent really need this great Confucianism?

As they thought, Lu Ran in the corner just glanced at the pen and then looked away.

His purpose of coming to Lingyan Lake has already been achieved. As for any medium-grade cultural relics and Confucian writings, they are of no use to him at all.

The atmosphere was silent for a while, but the mysterious genius still did not appear.

Gu Qinghong's smile gradually froze, and then he said helplessly: "This book of Confucianism is temporarily kept in Gu's hands."

"If this mysterious talent is interested, he can still come to Qinghong Poetry Club to receive it."

It's really unexpected that the writings of the great Confucianists can't be given away.

However, Gu Qinghong felt relieved when he thought of the character of that mysterious genius, as well as that poetic talent that shocked the past and present!

After this episode, Ling Yanshi will continue.

But after that, until the end of the poetry meeting, the mysterious talent did not write any poems.

This disappointed many students and talents in the field, and the four great Confucianists also felt a little helpless.

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As the night darkened, the soft moonlight shone down, covering the courtyard of Yingyuexuan.

Leaning against the moonlight, Lu Ran and Xiao Xueqing sat opposite each other, sipping fragrant tea and chatting.

Xiao Xueqing's beautiful eyes were shining brightly, looking at Lu Ran, her red lips parted and said: "Xiao Ran, don't you really think about practicing Confucianism and Taoism?"

Ever since Ling Yan's poetry meeting, she has been thinking about a question.

With Xiaoran's stunning poetic talent, wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't practice Confucianism or Taoism?

"I have practiced four kinds of methods!"

"If you continue to practice Confucianism and Taoism, I'm afraid you will lose sight of others!"

Lu Ran shook his head and explained.

He still understands that he can't chew too much.

Besides, those handed down poems were not written by him himself, so they can only generate fresh air, but they can't let him reach that corresponding state.

Even so, Xiao Xueqing still felt that it was a pity, but she didn't say anything more.

As if remembering something, she pondered for a while, then continued: "Xiao Ran, the eldest princess is back, and she will come to Bailu Academy tomorrow!"

Lu Ran was stunned: "Yu Qingchan? What is she doing here?"

Xiao Xueqing replied: "It may be for the marriage contract."

"It is rumored that she is about to become the saint of the Cihang Sword Realm."

"Saints of all ages need to keep their bodies pure and pure, and they must not be contaminated by any worldly fate."

Lu Ran looked strange: "So, she is here to divorce?"

Yu Qingchan came to Bailu Academy not to look for him, but to look for Xiao Xueqing.

Because on the surface, he disappeared 16 years ago, and his life and death are unknown.

Xiao Xueqing is currently in charge of Zhenbei Palace!

No matter in terms of status or seniority, only Xiao Xueqing can make this decision.

Xiao Xue raised her head slightly and asked, "What does Xiao Ran mean?"

"If she really came to withdraw the engagement, then I will follow her!"

Lu Ran was silent for a long time before speaking slowly.

"En!" Xiao Xueqing nodded, already knowing what to do.

From her point of view, the matter of Shayuan had nothing to do with Emperor Joan of Arc.

Therefore, he doesn't have a good impression of the entire Dayu royal family.

Moreover, this marriage contract has long existed in name only, and if it is withdrawn, it will be withdrawn, and it will not affect anything.

In Lu Ran's original plan, he wanted to find [Longling Dizhi] in the Dayu Dynasty, and after dealing with the Shayuan matter, he would reveal his identity to Yu Qingchan.

At that time, let's deal with this marriage contract.

Unexpectedly, just after entering the Great Yu Dynasty, Yu Qingchan returned from the Cihang Sword Realm.

In this way, we can only start with this matter first!

"I'm tired tonight!"

"Xiao Ran, take a bath and rest earlier."

Xiao Xueqing showed a gentle and gentle smile, and after giving an exhortation, she swayed her graceful and graceful figure, and slowly left the courtyard, leaving only the faint scent of orchids.

Lu Ran smiled, but did not go back to his room, but practiced the [Fuyao] Taoism in the spacious courtyard.

Ever since he stepped into the realm of conferring a king, he has been able to comprehend the power of heaven, earth and space.