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Ignoring it, passing by him, Li Xianyuan walked in front of Zhong Yingyi and asked: "Brother Zhong, what are the rules of the Meiyuan Fighting Poetry Club." ”

Zhong Yingyi was thrown aside to dry for a long time, and finally had a role, and came back to his senses and said: "There are no rules, five words and seven words, quatrain poems and poems are acceptable." As long as it is associated with plum trees, plum blossoms. ”

Li Xianyuan nodded and came to a row of tables.

A scholar made room for him, Li Xianyuan thanked him and stood in front of the case.

The white rice paper is spread over the entire table, and the four corners are pressed by the paperweight. The pen is a wolf pen, and the ink is Yun'an ink.

The surroundings were silent, and other poets, scholars, and literati all looked at it. Even Shi Kuan held his breath and quietly looked at Li Xianyuan, who was holding a pen and dipping it in ink.

Dragging the cuffs, Li Xianyuan waved his pen and wrote.

"Outside the post by the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. ”

Behind him, Zhong Yingyi muttered. In terms of the meaning of the word, this is Shang Run. But this Shangyun has nothing to do with Mei, and there is not even a word about winter. Could it be that Li Xianyuan couldn't think of it, so he replaced it with something else?

In the plum garden, there was a commotion. The upper rhyme is written, and the vision is highlighted.

A little sorrow permeates everyone's hearts, and those who have worries in their hearts reveal even more sorrow. The person who was familiar with poetry secretly shook his head, not optimistic about Li Xianyuan.

Now that the Upper Ring has been completed, the vision has manifested so little. Unless the lower part can put the finishing touch. Otherwise, this poem is just a poem of inferior visions. Although it is a vision, it is far from enough to think of poetry.

Could it be that Li Xianyuan is rumored to be nothing more?

Just when everyone was puzzled, they listened to the end of Yingyi and read it again.

"I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I am jealous. ”

Zhong Yingyi's body was shocked. Isn't that exactly what this word says?

And with this sentence, the vision is highlighted!

The anxiety that permeated the surrounding area suddenly dispersed, and with lightning speed, it spread throughout the entire plum garden in a blink of an eye, and it was still spreading outward.

The crowd was stunned. The worry dissipated, and suddenly saw that half of the budding plum blossoms actually bloomed, and in an instant, the plum blossoms of the entire plum garden were in full bloom, as if spring had arrived!

"This ......" Everyone was shocked and looked at the initiator of the pavilion together.

Meteorology...... No, it's not there yet. But as long as the last sentence can still be like this, it is like a certainty!

If you can see the weather poem appear...... Many scholars and writers are even more excited when they think of this. The atmosphere did not dare to come out, and a pair of eyes stared at Li Xianyuan's pen.

Because Dashang is located in the most peaceful place in the Pure Land, it is not disturbed by foreign demons. Therefore, scholars and poetry are far inferior to other countries. It can be seen from the fact that there is only one ghost poem in the millennium of Dashang. For Dashang, even meteorological poems are enough to compare with the ghost poems of other countries.

For those who read, being able to listen to such poems is tantamount to a monk eating a peach.

Looking forward to it, Li Xianyuan put pen to paper and wrote the last sentence.

"Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant. ”

Li Xianyuan wrote a word, and finally Yingyi read a word. By the end, his voice was trembling and he was shouting out of his voice.

The poem is written, and the pen is written.

The vision around the plum garden suddenly expanded again. In the blink of an eye, the entire Ten Thousand Gardens, whether they are outside or inside, are shrouded.

The plum blossoms are in full bloom, and the garden is full of spring, full of spring. The fragrance of cold plum is spread to the garden of ten thousand.

"Weather poems!" a young scholar shouted.

The same scene appeared in all corners of the Ten Thousand Gardens. Many scholars rushed to the plum garden like a pilgrimage. There was also a commotion in the inner garden. It's just that when they saw that there was no movement in the front of Luan, they didn't dare to look at it.

See the birth of meteorological poems with your own eyes. Shi Kuan's bitterness flashed on his face. He bowed deeply to Li Xianyuan, and his tone was no longer presumptuous: "Brother Li is talented, Shi is convinced." ”

All those who read are arrogant. But they have more respect. If you are not as good as a person, you are not as good as a person, and only a sour rotten scholar will die with a hard mouth and refuse to admit defeat.

The poem is written, and the pen is written.

Li Xianyuan sighed softly in his heart. Most of the poems that can be remembered in my mind are well-known, excellent artistic conception, and well-known. How many of these poems are extraordinary? It's not that Li Xianyuan intended it, but that he couldn't find which one to copy if he wanted to copy an ordinary vision poem.

Although he is out of the limelight, there is another meteorological poem missing in his mind. But there are pros and cons, at least the guys who don't open their eyes won't come to find fault again.

Looking at the gazebo in the distance, he saw that it was empty. The old man left at some point.

Retract your gaze and look around. Whether it is a commoner or a scholar, he is also an official. They all looked at it with admiration.

Li Xianyuan asked Zhong Yingyi if he wanted this poem. Seeing that he was stunned and didn't answer, he put it away.

Zhong Yingyi woke up like a dream, and saw that Li Xianyuan was rolling up poems, and it was too late to speak again. The vision poem slipped away from the bottom of his eyes, and his intestines were repentant.

"Little Lord!"

Suddenly, two voices shouted in unison, Li Xianyuan turned around, and saw the curvaceous princess rushing towards him without reserve.

Li Xianyuan stepped to the side, and saw the little face of the graceful princess melon seed in mid-air changed from excitement to panic.

Li Xianyuan suddenly sounded and there was a table behind him, if he let the graceful princess make a good mistake, the emperor would probably take a knife and cut the door. So I couldn't catch the graceful princess, and I put it on the ground and retreated, so I gave up.

The two palace maids hurriedly ran over, glanced at Li Xianyuan gratefully, and began to complain about the graceful princess. If you don't cherish yourself, don't be reserved.

Enough of the limelight is there, and there's no need to stay here any longer. In front of everyone's eyes, Li Xianyuan and Princess Grace left the plum garden together and went down the mountain.

Mingtang thought that there was a little more star and the same majestic aura. However, with Li Xianyuan's cultivation, this heroic qi gradually became useless.

Against the enemy, the spirit sword is sufficient. He didn't learn the scholarly method of talking about swords. Maybe it's more effective to deal with the spirits of Haoran such as demons and monsters, but in the capital, there are no demons and monsters to let him go to Hao.

Verbal ......

Li Xianyuan suddenly had an idea. The sword is to nourish and temper the spirit of Haoran. It's the same as the sword. Perhaps, there is something in common between the two......?

I was thinking about it, and suddenly I felt strange. Look up. I saw the trail not far away, and a monk came to meet him.

The monk was dressed in shabby ordinary monk's clothes, walking barefoot on the gravel path in the harsh winter. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a face like a crown of jade, a skin as white as a woman, and a clear eye.

Tang San's funeral?Li Xianyuan thought to himself.

The two looked at each other, Tang Sanfu folded his hands and sang the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha. ”

The two looked at each other, passed by, and staggered each other.

Li Xianyuan stopped slightly and looked back.

I saw Tang Sanfu barefoot, walking all the way up the mountain.

"It's just a monk, what's so beautiful. The curvaceous princess pouted, and suddenly her eyes widened, and she looked at Li Xianyuan in surprise.

"Oh oh oh oh ”

"Poof......

A maid couldn't help but chuckle, and held back, owing to Li Xianyuan.

Choked and coughed lightly, Li Xianyuan's face was flat.

"Nope. (To be continued.) )