There was a crisp sound of "pop", and the tail of the bamboo cane in Bu'an's hand gently hammered the stone slab on the ground, like the Confucian in the lecture hall knocking the teaching stick, and like the storyteller in the teahouse beating the waking wood.

I saw Bu'an's brows gradually stretched, as if he had figured out something, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then the expression on his face became agitated and flying, as arrogant and uninhibited as a ranger, and said loudly: "Don't listen to the sound of Lin beating leaves!"

There was a sudden silence around. Most people were shocked by Bu'an's sudden high-spirited appearance, and a few were because they heard that the phrase "through the forest and beating leaves" referred to these four rumors, discussions and ridicule.

Outside the rain curtain, Tu Yao was still walking, the lotus steps moved lightly, and he did not splash and mud when he stepped on the stagnant water, and the whole person seemed to be light and fluttering. Song Qing looked back at Bu An in surprise as he walked, not knowing what he was going to do.

Bu An grinned at Song Qing, spread his hands, and said loudly: "Why don't you groan and Xu Xing!" and then stepped under the eaves, through the hazy rain curtain, and began his groaning and Xu Xing. His chic appearance is completely different from the previous expression of indisputability, but it seems that this is his original face.

"Bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses!" he smiled and shook his head, holding the bamboo cane in his hand and stepping on straw sandals, and the whole person was completely integrated into the emotions expressed in the words.

Tu Yao finally stopped, standing quietly in the rain, like a painting of ink and smoke, used to outline a Qiaoqian's back in a distant artistic conception.

The Confucians who chased them out of the Dianxing Hall were originally going to scold Bu'an for making a loud noise, but at this time, they tasted the pride and spirit of the thunderous protrusion on the flat ground in his poem, and their faces became suspicious.

"Who is afraid?" Bu'an's voice was not particularly loud, but the power contained in the words and sentences made his stomach full of boredom, and he replied with this rhetorical question.

Tu Yao turned around suddenly, with a faint smile on her face, like admiration and intoxication. Song Qing ran over and said curiously: "Master, how do you know that he has a talent for poetry?" Tu Yao smiled slightly and said, "How do I know, but just say it casually." ”

At this time, in the midst of the wind and rain of heaven and earth, the vision of spiritual change began to brew. The dark cumulonimbus clouds shrouded in Tianmu Mountain gradually brightened, and when Bu'an finished reciting "A cloud of smoke and rain Ren Pingsheng", the wind gradually subsided, and the rain weakened.

Song Qing watched the wind and clouds gradually subside, and muttered: "Master, it's the ...... of "Fixing the Storm"" Tu Yao nodded. Although there was no Su Shi in history after the evil moon destroyed the Song Dynasty, there was still a word card of "Fixing the Storm".

Inside the gate of the Star Palace, Le Hu Confucian was shocked when he heard this, and muttered, "This...... It was definitely not written by this mediocrity...... "No one heard him." Most of the young scholars in front of the hall were frightened by Bu'an's talent that rose from the calm.

Under the eaves of the main hall, Lu Feiyang listened to it with fascination, and when he saw that Bu'an was gone, he sighed and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity...... It came to an abrupt end here, and if there is a lower run, even if it is slightly inferior to the upper run, it is also a rare masterpiece. ”

When everyone heard him comment, they also guessed that Bu'an's talent was exhausted, and they all shook their heads and sighed, forgetting that they were still pointing just now.

Only Le Hu Confucian secretly got lucky, and finally saved some face.

No one knew that the step came to an abrupt end, and was startled by the vision of the wind and rain taking a break. He stopped, looked up at the sky in amazement, and after a while he was in the mood to try it out, and suddenly chanted loudly: "The spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up!

At the exit of the word "greeting", he raised his finger to the sky, and in the direction of his finger, the mist that lingered around a sub-peak of Tianmu Mountain suddenly dissipated, and the sunlight shone down from the broken cloud and mist gap, wisps and beautiful. The crowd in front of the Star Hall let out a "boom" of exclamation.

At this moment, Bu An was also completely stunned, feeling as if he had infinite power, able to drink the heavens and the earth, and control the wind and clouds!

He stood there dumbfounded, motionless, when Lu Feiyang's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Poetry is about to gather the heroic spirit, don't stop, insist on making a complete ...... words"

Bu An looked back at the Dianxing Palace, then at Tu Yao and Song Qing, and saw that almost everyone was looking at him eagerly.

He looked up at the sky, opened his arms as if he wanted to embrace the sky, and chanted aloud with the pride of piercing the clouds: "Look back at the place where you have always been!

As soon as the words fell, the clouds above the Star Hall churned, and in an instant, the sky flew brightly, and the light was brilliant!

Someone shouted excitedly at the gate of the Star Palace: "Poetry! It is the amazing poetry that has attracted the heroic spirit of the ancestors!"

Lu Feiyang smiled at Na Le Confucian with a refreshed smile: "Brother Li will definitely copy this "Ding Feng Bo"! Take it to Bianjing to appreciate the talents in the capital......

The Confucian scholar surnamed Li had witnessed the change of heaven and earth, and knew that this word must have just come out, otherwise Youling (flowing heroic spirits) would have spread its specific poetic meaning, and would never have formed such a vast aura vision in front of him.

He was red-faced, he only hated that he had spoken too much before, and suspected that Mu Academy had deliberately set him up this day, and found a stunning student to show him this scene, so that he couldn't get off the stage at all. But he saw that Zhao He's face was also elongated, and he felt that something was wrong.

Outside the Star Palace, Bu An still poked the sky with his finger and muttered softly: "Yunkai...... Rain falls...... Windy...... Thunder ......" but the sky was full of light, and no longer responded to his commands.

Song Qing walked up to him and wondered, "What are you doing?"

Bu An turned his head to look at him, and anxiously pointed to the heavens: "Why doesn't it work?"

Song Qing spread his hands and said, "What's wrong? The Heavenly Heroic Spirit has been attracted by poetry, don't you see that everyone is practicing?"

Bu An looked in the direction of the Dianxing Palace, and saw that the Confucian scholars were standing or sitting, all of them seemed to have been immobilized. Not far away, Tu Yao also closed his eyes and seemed to be in deep thought.

"You...... I...... They ......" Bu An suddenly patted his thigh and said, "You mean, the benefits of the heroic spirits I have attracted by reciting poems have been taken away by them?!" He looked indignant, and the chic bearing of reciting the lyrics before was gone.

Song Qing spread his hands and said, "You can also repair it." ”

Bu An hurriedly said: "How to repair?"

Song Qing said: "Wait, wait for the heroic spirits who have the same breath as you to dedicate themselves." Just like they do. He stood there, closed his eyes, and whispered, "Recite the scriptures, or meditate, in short, let the Heroic Spirits know your sincerity." ”

Bu An felt that his statement was really a bit child's play, but he still did it with the attitude of giving it a try.

After a while, Song Qing closed his eyes and asked, "You are obviously full of poetry, why are you deliberately hiding it?"

Bu An said casually: "I don't have any poetic talent, I heard it in that strange dream." ”

"I knew that Senior Brother Xiu Qi was wrong...... Song Qing seemed to be laughing.