"I went to the Guanghan Palace with Marshal Tianpeng......"

Jiang Xiaodong sat on the bed, and was scorched by An Cheng's words.

This body is definitely Yang Dalang, not Yang Menqing?

It's a terrible situation.

Jiang Xiaodong scratched his hair depressedly, how could he still get the Great Sage Biography like this?

"You said that I asked Wenqu Xingjun to write another Great Sage Biography, would he agree?" Jiang Xiaodong looked at An Cheng and asked.

An Cheng shook his head: "Xingjun took out the first volume he stole and stole it, and it was already for the sake of Zhenjun's face. ”

Jiang Xiaodong wanted to cry.

No, you can't just give up, there's still a million to be taken for yourself.

Be sure to get the Great Sage.

"An Cheng, do you know what Chang'e likes?" Jiang Xiaodong asked.

It's not strong to flirt with that, give gifts to make amends, but it's also a fairy who doesn't have such a small belly.

An Cheng understood what Jiang Xiaodong meant, and although he didn't think he had the possibility of success, he still said: "The master of Guanghan Palace is the great master of the heavenly court, and he loves poetry and poetry very much. ”

"Poetry and poetry? What kind of Tang poems and Song lyrics? Jiang Xiaodong asked.

An Cheng was a little dazed: "Master, what are Tang poems and Song lyrics?" ”

Jiang Xiaodong's face was a little strange: "You don't know? ”

An Cheng shook his head.

"Do you know Li Bai?" Jiang Xiaodong asked.

An Cheng frowned: "I'm afraid there are many people with this name in the world, but among the people who know him in a humble position, there is no one named Li Bai." ”

"What about Su Shi and Su Dongpo?" Jiang Xiaodong asked again.

An Cheng still shook his head.

"An Cheng, you are a civil official, but you can't know any famous poet, right?" Jiang Xiaodong's heartbeat began to accelerate.

An Cheng Zhengse said: "Although the small one has a humble position, he is also a member of literature and education, and he is a great sage who can compose poetry, how can he not know the reason." ”

"Great!"

Jiang Xiaodong slapped his thigh.

From Yang Zhao's memory, he found that this immortal world seemed to have no connection with the earth at all, only some stories were passed down, but the immortal world did not know the existence of the earth at all.

Since the immortals don't know Tang poems and Song lyrics, it's easy to get Chang'e.

"An Cheng, are you sure Chang'e likes poetry?"

Jiang Xiaodong asked again uneasily.

"The master of Guanghan Palace has a cold temperament, except for the Pan Tao Club, she rarely leaves the Moon Palace, but she will be present every time for Wenqu Xingjun's poetry meeting." An Cheng said.

Speaking of this, An Cheng suddenly shook his head.

"Sir, this way won't work."

Jiang Xiaodong was stunned: "Why?" ”

"The palace master admires the great sage who has a poetic talent, and if you ask someone to compose a poem for her, it may have the opposite effect."

An Cheng said it very tactfully, not that it might be uncertain, but it would definitely be counterproductive.

There are still fewer people in Heavenly Court who love Chang'e?

I don't know how many people ask for poetry from several great sages in literature and education to please Chang'e, which one is not a disgraced departure, let alone a criminal record like Yang Zhao.

Jiang Xiaodong smiled: "Who said that I want to ask someone to compose a poem." ”

"What about you?" An Cheng didn't understand.

"I'll write it myself!"

Jiang Xiaodong seemed to be a big Li Du and a little Li Du at this moment, and the eight families of the Tang and Song dynasties were all on their bodies, and their words were full of confidence.

An Cheng also smiled: "Master, don't make trouble." ”

"You look down on me?" Jiang Xiaodong said unhappily.

An Cheng hurriedly said: "Don't dare, it's just that you are a Taoist monk." ”

"Which faction does this have to do with it?" Jiang Xiaodong was puzzled.

An Cheng didn't answer directly, but said, "Master, what do you think of Taishang Laojun's Yongxue poem?" ”

Taishang Laojun, Yongxue poem?

Jiang Xiaodong looked dazed.

"Forget sir, you have a lack of memory." An Cheng hurriedly apologized, and then said: "In the past, when Lao Jun saw the roaring sky and the mocking wind playing in the snow, he improvised a poem, saying: There is a general one in the sky, there are black holes on the ground, the black dog is white, and the white dog is swollen. ”

Jiang Xiaodong's eyes widened, and he was speechless in surprise.

An Cheng said to himself: "Sir, you may think this poem is good, it sounds catchy, but if you are familiar with the rhythm, you will know this poem ......."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his disdain was palpable.

Culture and education go through heaven and earth, Taoism and law are like heaven and earth, each has its own way.

Even if the Taoist master has the unpredictable ability of ghosts and gods, it is impossible to make poems that enter the stream without the literary tone to comprehend the articles of the ancestors.

"This is a poem written by Lao Jun, who wrote the Tao Te Ching?"

Jiang Xiaodong was stunned for a long time, and asked An Cheng with a look of disbelief.

"Taoist preaching does not set up words, when did Lao Jun write any Tao Te Ching?" An Cheng said strangely.

Jiang Xiaodong was surprised: "You don't know Lao Tzu? ”

"Sir, do you know you?" An Cheng looked aggrieved, why did he suddenly get angry.

Jiang Xiaodong: "......"

"Let's talk about poetry." Jiang Xiaodong said quietly.

An Cheng panicked and said: "The eldest lord forgives the sin, the humble position does not mean to belittle you and belittle the old gentleman at all, just to write poems and fill in the lyrics, you must know the articles of the ancestors, the old man does not cultivate the literary atmosphere can not be understood, it is already commendable to be able to write this poem." ”

Yang Zhao and Yang Jian are both Taoist disciples, and if you talk about other people's sect leaders, isn't this a group ridicule.

Jiang Xiaodong looked at An Cheng's scared appearance and smiled: "I don't blame you, what are you afraid of, come, I also have a Yongxue poem here, you can appreciate it?" ”

"Listen to me."

Knowing that his ears were going to suffer, An Cheng still accompanied him carefully.

Jiang Xiaodong smiled: "Listen, the first sentence, one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces." ”

Sure enough, it's this level!

An Cheng's face darkened.

"The second sentence, five, six, seven, **ten pieces."

The corners of An Cheng's mouth twitched, how many pieces are next?

100 pieces, 10,000 pieces?

"The third sentence, thousands of pieces, countless pieces."

An Cheng smiled bitterly, it has finally changed a little, but countless pieces have come out, what should I do with the last sentence?

"The last sentence, listen well, fly into the plum blossom and never see it."

The smile on the corner of An Cheng's mouth suddenly froze.

"Fly into the plum blossom and never see it, fly into the plum blossom and never see ......"

Reading this last line of the poem blankly, the shock in An Cheng's eyes became more and more intense.

How come?!

The first three sentences of the poem are unbearable, even inferior to Lao Jun's.

But the last sentence turns around, sublimating the artistic conception of the whole poem, and even looking back at the number stacking of the first three sentences, there is no sense of burdensomeness.

Reciting this poem silently, An Cheng seems to be in the ice and snow, but he sees the plum blossoms standing proudly, fighting the cold and spitting out.

The snowflakes melt into the plum blossoms, and he, too, blends into them.

Good poetry, definitely good poetry!

An Cheng stared at Jiang Xiaodong with wide eyes, his expression frightened.

How could the eldest master write poems of this level, even Wenqu Xingjun, it is rare to write such a masterpiece.

Don't?

An Xiang suddenly thought of something, and reached out to take out the four treasures of the study from the storage bag.

"Sir, can you write this poem?"

Jiang Xiaodong didn't know why, and he didn't stop it.

An Cheng stretched out his hand a little, and the white paper was suspended in the air, then he took a deep breath to calm down, and began to write with a brush.

He is a literary and educational immortal, and he has long been proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he writes words and walks the dragon and snake in one go.

When the last word was written, An Cheng immediately stepped back, and then looked nervously at the hanging white paper.

Jiang Xiaodong also looked at the white paper curiously.

What else is strange about the poems written by the immortals?

Whoa!

Suddenly, the white paper vibrated and every word on it shone brightly.

A cloud of colorful gas erupted, ethereal and colorful, rotten like splendor.

Jiang Xiaodong was dumbfounded.

An Cheng still held his breath and condensed, watching the colorful qi grow higher and higher, until it grew to about three zhang before stopping.

Heaven and earth generate three zhang literary atmosphere, really a good work!

As a literati, An Cheng is not surprised by the level of poetry, he cares about the fate of this literary atmosphere.

The colorful qi swirled in the void, blooming with brilliance, and then with a slight shock, it rushed towards Jiang Xiaodong.

Jiang Xiaodong was suddenly shocked, and hurriedly used his hand to block it, but the colorful qi passed directly through his hand and rushed into his body.

Really!

An Cheng's eyes lit up.