On the day he first came to Shushan, the master said that something would definitely happen to this canonization ceremony, and someone would come over to make trouble. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Bai Gujing thought that the other party would choose the time point after the ceremony began, but the reality was that the other party did not play his cards according to common sense at all, and appeared in advance, bringing everyone into his rhythm.

This is really remarkable, all kinds of details, including the meticulous scrutiny and calculation of the white bones, to achieve this situation.

A lot of success, seemingly accidental, is actually the "actors" who follow the script step by step.

The white bone spirit did not have a divine perspective, so there was some confusion for a while: whether this guy called Hong Yi was sent by Guanyin to help her get out, or was it sent by some other force to prevent him from ascending the throne.

However, no matter which one it is, it means that the other party is prepared and the person who comes is not good!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the white bone spirit had no choice but to step into the other party's conspiracy trap: "Deal! How are you going to fight?"

"There are three literary battles, and in the first one, we compare the scriptures to see who can communicate the text in the waterfall and make the waterfall flow backwards.

In the second scene, we compare poems, and use poetry to aggregate the tone like a dragon.

In the third game, we are more ambitious. With literary and literary aspirations, see who can cause the great difference in the sea of books. Hong Yi's voice was like a golden stone, resounding between the mountains and the sea.

A cold glint appeared in the white bone spirit's eyes, and he said, "As you wish." ”

So far, everything is under control. A smile appeared on Hong Yi's face, and he said to Yan Hui: "I'm tired of preparing paper and pen." ”

Yan Hui's face was expressionless, and between his sleeves, two green lotus platforms flew out of his cuffs, suspended in the air. On the lotus platform, there is a table, a pen, an inkstone, and an inkstone.

"Please. Hong Yi was in a good mood, and smiled and said to Bai Gujing.

The white bone spirit looked calm, glanced at him, and flew onto the lotus platform.

Hong Yi didn't care about this, and he didn't know if it was intentional, so he gave birth to a lotus step by step and came to the green lotus.

The ink on the desk was ground, and the white bone spirit reached out to remove the medium brush hanging on the pen holder, and the tip of the pen penetrated the black ink, stopping in the air above the pure white and flawless rice paper.

In the ancient history of Bai Gujing's previous life, Wang Yangming was the last saint of Confucianism, and since him, there has been no saint in Confucianism.

Moreover, his thoughts are different from those of the Confucian sages, and the scholarship of his research is also different, so at this time, Bai Gujing could not copy other people's scriptures for his own use, and he couldn't help but pause for a while.

At the same time, Hong Yi has already begun to put pen to paper, and it can even be clearly seen that he is in a state of literary thoughts at the moment, writing hard and writing fluently.

As the characters jumped on the paper one by one, the surging waterfall river suddenly rose with a large mist, wrapping Hong Yi and the lotus platform under his feet, like Qingyun, which was amazing.

In contrast, the white bone spirit was compared for a moment, and a faint ridicule began to appear among the hundred schools, and his eyes would glance at the Confucian disciples around him from time to time, which was meaningful.

The Confucian disciples obviously didn't do anything wrong, but at the moment they were inexplicably a little ashamed. The disciple with an extroverted and fiery personality endured his weak heart, pretended to be angry, and glared back, at least he was not inferior to others in terms of momentum. And those disciples who were introverted and kind, blushed and didn't look away, not daring to look at those questioning eyes.

Bai Gu's spiritual sense is keen, and he also discovered this phenomenon, and sank his consciousness into the world of ghosts: "Spirit, spirit, do you have any good suggestions?"

Mei said: "In our universe, although there is no so-called Confucianism, there is philosophy, and the two are the same. Master, you can choose a book about the philosophy of Gewu, and when you copy it, it is a book of scriptures. ”

Spirit was silent for a moment, then said, "If you don't want to do this, maybe, let me try." ”

From the replies of the two, you can actually see their different personality traits. Mei obviously doesn't like trouble, and refuses to take on some extraneous things, and at the same time has her own little Jiujiu in her heart.

As for the spirit, it is much more pure and simple than her, she is not afraid of trouble, her words and deeds are consistent, and she is willing to help the white bone spirit share some things.

The same girl, the same starting point, this is also the main reason why the white bone spirit likes Lingduo more than charm.

"Then you can try it, and write the scriptures from the perspective of mind. The White Bone Spirit said seriously.

"Hey, White Bone Spirit, you can't do it, you really can't write it, just hurry down, don't stand on it and be embarrassed. In the crowd of hundreds of families, Huang Long Zhenren, one of the representatives of the Daomen, laughed and laughed.

"Yellow loach, don't make noise, if you affect the white bones, I will peel you off all the yellow skin. The monkey's eyes were fierce, and he spoke coldly.

was threatened and abused in public, Huanglong Zhenren almost broke his gentian, but it was a pity that in this book and the sea of learning, he did not dare to collide with a lawless murderer like a monkey.

If this monkey suddenly goes crazy and wants to forcibly kill him, who can stop him? Who can stop him?

When the doubts reached their peak, when the Confucian scholars had no hope for the white bone spirit, the white bone spirit finally began to put pen to paper, and the writing was slow, but every word was like an iron painting silver hook, and the strength seemed to penetrate the back of the paper, leaving traces on the table.

"Write, write. At this moment, countless scholars were angry with the enemy, and they almost cheered.

"What can I do even if I start writing? Hong Yi's scriptures are almost finished, and there is a lot of literary atmosphere on the scriptures, when he hangs up the pen, this waterfall is afraid that it will flow backwards, where will it give the white bone spirit a chance?" In the crowd, a middle-aged veteran Dao muttered softly with disdain.

At this moment, Hong Yi's scripture had already reached the last verse, and the vast literary mist shrouded him, and his face was no longer real.

"White Bone Spirit, one step down, every step is late, this first literary fight, I lost the crown. ”

The white bone spirit didn't seem to hear his words, but the speed of his writing suddenly became faster, and the pen was like a knife, which made his body chill when he watched it.

In the darkness, a momentum emanated from his small body, hooking up the heavens and the earth, spreading in all directions.

Hong Yi's heart trembled inexplicably, there was an indescribable panic, and with a twist of his wrist, he put an end to the last paragraph of Jingyi, and shouted in a low voice: "The literary qi gathers, dare to fly against the sky!"

As the words fell, the vast mist that gathered around him quickly rushed into the waterfall, fixing the surging water in the air.

The entire waterfall instantly changed from a dynamic picture to a static picture.

"Boom!"

A gushing, wolf-like straight qi flew out of Hong Yi's body, dragging the flowing water of the flying waves, lifting all the water waves, and rushing from the downstream to the upstream.

The water of the waterfall has flowed backwards!