The sun of Minshan, as for Hengshan. Cross the Jiujiang River, as for the shallow plain.

At this moment, Zhang Chulan was carrying a backpack, a small umbrella on his head, and a pair of field shoes under his feet were covered with white sweat, he came to a shady place, so he sat cross-legged under the shade of a tree, took out dry food and water bottles from his backpack, and solved the troubles of the Five Organs Temple.

"Who dares to stop here, I don't know if this is under Wensheng Mountain!"

A cold drink full of anger appeared in the forest, fluttering, circling and wandering, like a strange secret weapon, floating in the air, passing through, whether it was a branch or a leaf, it was instantly broken, sprinkled and fell, the fracture was very neat, like a sharp blade cut.

Zhang Chulan picked up a fallen leaf, and there were a little water droplets on it, he put it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed it.

In the forest, a figure suddenly flew out, his white robe was hunting, holding a folding fan, wearing a Zhuangzi scarf, his body was as fast as thunder, but he had the breath of a weak scholar, but his eyes flashed like a star, showing that this person was by no means an ordinary person.

He watched Zhang Chulan swallow the fallen leaves he had cut into his mouth, and not only did a sneer appear on his face: "You actually eat what my Wen Qi refers to, are you challenging me?"

Zhang Chulan got up and said: "Read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, I have finished, march to Wensheng Mountain, admire the style of the ancients, but why are you blocking my way?"

The man said: "I am the doctor of the Jixia School Palace, Zhang Shangchang has his own duty to guard Wensheng Mountain, but I don't know what is the purpose of you, an idle cloud and wild crane, who has fallen here?"

Zhang Chulan looked at the top of Lushan Mountain, where his heart longed for, and smiled indifferently: "In the next Zhang Chulan, it is natural to climb to the top." ”

Zhang Shangchang raised his eyebrows, although Zhang Chulan's words were light, and he humbly called himself a subordinate, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he wanted to climb to the top, to the top of Wensheng Mountain?

"Arrogant!"

Zhang Shangchang's face showed a faint color of literati disdain, and he came to the chapter: "From a distance, Mount Tai is black, thin at the top and thick at the bottom." If Mount Tai is turned upside down, the bottom is thin and the top is thick. ”

In an instant, a rough python breath shrouded the foot of the mountain, during which there was the sound of gunfire, as if countless soldiers, holding guns and raising broadswords, attacked head-on.

But there is no real intention to attack, and it is obviously used by the family.

Zhang Chulan was in awe, and gave the gift of a literati, "Dare to ask the ancestors?"

"Hahaha......" Zhang Shangchang raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Chulan: "You kid knows something, yes, but with you, I can't let you go up the mountain no matter what, if you want to climb to the top of Wensheng Mountain, you have to show your real skills, do you dare to pick me up?"

"Please!" Zhang Chulan stretched out his hand lightly.

Behind Zhang Shangchang, there have been a lot of young people unknowingly, all dressed as scribes, folding fans and jade pendants, etc., and they are even more blooming, each more precious than the other.

These people are no longer students, the pillars of the Jixia School Palace, and the guardian of Wensheng Mountain, which is the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Culture and Taoism, just like Mount Tai under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Martial Arts.

To get into it, you have to have capital.

"Listen!" Zhang Shangchang shook the hem of his clothes and said, "I'm here to eat, sit in the north and eat watermelon in the south, and put the skin in the east." Disrespectful and disrespectful, please your next link. ”

When they heard this couplet, their faces showed a look of disbelief, this couplet, but a year ago, the Jixia School Palace sacrificial wine came out, although during this period of time, there have been people who have come out to challenge, but just by virtue of the strength of the literary atmosphere, they have fallen into the disadvantage, and they have left in embarrassment, so as not to be hurt by the strong literary atmosphere.

At this time, Zhang Shangchang was indeed a doctor, his position was very high, and he used the pair of sacrificial wine, and a majestic literary aura was suddenly released, and the mountains and forests rattled, as if Mount Tai was pressing on the top, which made people feel awe.

These people cast sympathetic eyes on Zhang Chulan, and every year there are many arrogant people who want to climb to the top of Lushan, but they can't even enter the mountain gate, which is simply unreasonable.

But the pair of the doctor who used the sacrificial wine was not very glorious, of course, they would not say it, so they were very sympathetic to Zhang Chulan, and as soon as they came in, they met Wang Zhan, and they really didn't even have a place to fight back.

"Go back, look at your dress, you have also gone through a lot of training, if you hurt the roots of the literati here, you can only be as depressed as Kong Yiji in the future, drinking every day, it is too worthless. ”

"Yes, yes, if you really have the heart to climb the Wen Holy Mountain, you can hone it for a little longer, and you don't have to rush for a while. ”

The literati opened the folding fan, and although the words in their mouths were persuasion, their faces showed disdain.

The literati are light.

Zhang Chulan didn't care, he had traveled for a long time, since he had rushed to the foot of Lushan Mountain, he was naturally prepared in his heart, he thought about Zhang Shangchang's pair, walked three steps repeatedly, and said: "Plant okra from spring to summer, and harvest the seeds and hide them in winter." ”

There was a buzz, as if the mountains were roaring and a tsunami, and the literary qi swept in an instant, shattering Zhang Shangchang's pair of literary qi in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhang Shangchang was almost dumbfounded, and muttered to himself: "This, this, this...... How is that possible?"

After the drastic changes at this time, the literary struggle between literati has long eliminated the need for judges and experts, and the various reactions and forces of the literary tone have already explained everything.

Although Zhang Shangchang was very unconvinced, but in the face of reality, he had to be convinced, he gritted his teeth and spit out a series of words in his mouth: "I don't break the buds first when I don't rush to the cold, which one dares to give birth to flowers." ”

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed, the pair was transformed into poetry, the artistic conception was directly transformed into the way of attack, and a literary aura suddenly came out, and everyone felt that the literary aura stood proudly in front of them, and the sense of oppression almost penetrated into the chest, and even the breathing began to be suppressed.

Zhang Chulan's face did not change, and said lightly: "The sea has no boundaries to the horizon, and I am the peak of the mountain." ”

A momentum of giving up who else instantly crushed Zhang Shangchang's literary spirit.

"Wow!" Zhang Shangchang spurted blood from his mouth, and the whole person staggered back, if it wasn't for someone behind him to help, I was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to stand steadily.

Another student jumped out, folded the fan in his hand, and tapped his palm, in fact, he was just pretending, since he dared to stand up, he naturally had a spectrum in his heart.

"If he succeeds in Ling Yunzhi one day, he dares to laugh at Huang Chao's husband. ”

A majestic literary aura arose spontaneously, and the spirit of looking at the world made the entire foot of the mountain buzz.

The student smiled, "Please." ”

"You're welcome. Zhang Chulan didn't even hesitate, and said directly: "Zhuang Zhi is hungry for Hulu meat, and laughs and talks about thirsty Hun blood." ”

Boom, at the foot of the entire mountain, the sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse surged, as if hundreds of millions of soldiers defending against foreign enemies, covered with knife wounds and feathered arrows on their backs, but still refused to give up the battlefield, brazenly impacted, until the last trace of vitality was exhausted.

With a bang, the whole student flew out upside down and crashed into the mountains and forests, and disappeared without a trace.

The complexions of these many students have changed drastically, as if they are facing a great enemy.