"It's a pity, it seems that the latter ones are not written, just the lyrics and songs of Xuan He's side. ”

"Haha, but I saw it, it was "Linjiang Immortal" written by a newly admitted Xiucai, and Xuanhe's level is already very good. ”

"The words are very good, but it's a pity that the literary name is not prosperous, and the talent is only seven feet and six inches. ”

Divine thoughts, paper kites, and paper cranes are intertwined with each other, conveying the judgments of those masters and academicians of the Qinglushan Academy of Literature.

Oddly enough-

Obviously, he is only more than nine feet three inches tall, why is it only a seven-foot-six-inch chapter in their mouths?

...

The sun rises in the east, and the milky white clouds on the mountainside of Qinglu Mountain gradually fade.

More than a dozen misty young women came out of the clouds and looked around, wondering why the 'partners' who were still there just now were suddenly so rare?

These young women are the Baixia Fairies who are known in the world, born in the morning mist of Qinglu Mountain.

For the Baixia Fairy, a quarter of an hour in the earthly world is two years, and forty-eight quarters of an hour in the day is their ninety-six years of life.

Following the glimmer of connection when the vision of the sky disappeared, more than a dozen Baixia fairies flew in front of Baoyu.

These Baixia fairies have just been born, and they are still ignorant babies, and they only know how to circle around Baoyu, as if they want to ask-

Where did your friends go?

"Ladies and gentlemen, those are the illusions of heaven and earth, not your companions. ”

Baoyu explained, and laughed out loud.

These Baixia fairies have not yet opened their spiritual wisdom, although as long as an hour passes, they are equivalent to eight-year-old children, and they will know what they mean, but now, they can only play the piano to the cow.

Baoyu pushed away the ignorant girl who had been attached to his face, and the mist of the Baixia Fairy covered his eyes, making him very uncomfortable.

But just now I made my vision clearer, and there was a sudden flash of ecstasy in my eyes.

The ten-button paper on the stump of the tree shimmered with silver light at this time, like a piece of tin foil, reflecting the warm sun of spring.

Stretched out his hand and pinched it, but he couldn't lift it, and the two palms worked together, plus the burning talent, and then the ten buttons of paper that wrote "Linjiang Immortals: Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water" were lifted to a corner.

Seeing that he was struggling, the attacker reached out to help, and as soon as his palm touched it, he exclaimed: "Master, what's going on? ”

The attacker carried ten buttons of paper, and his delicate little feet were embedded in the soil for more than half an inch.

The attacker took two more steps, stood on the hard ground, and estimated: "My strength is not strong, but I am also in the same vein as our Qingqiu Fox Clan, and I have more than 1,600 catties of strength, but this piece of paper ......"

After checking it, he nodded affirmatively: "At least 1,300 catties!"

Baoyu said with a smile: "This is the first silver page, a piece of paper, weighing more than a thousand catties." ”

Baoyu knew that the articles above the Ten Cities would be converted into the first silver page, but he had only heard of it, and had never seen it.

It's a joy to see it once and have it now.

The first silver page is a kind of paper that far exceeds the ten buttons of paper, and only when the articles above the ten cities appear will be transformed by this world, which can increase the power of poetry articles by sixty percent.

In addition to the first edition of the article held by the Ten Cities, it can also be transformed into a blank first page of the silver page with the righteousness of heaven and earth.

This first silver page is something that can write articles that are famous all over the world.

In the soft topaz inkstone, the nameless and the little gentleman were absorbing the spiritual spring of talent, Baoyu did not disturb them, but took out an ordinary piece of bamboo paper, held it with one hand, and placed it under the silver page of the first edition of "Linjiang Immortal".

Between heaven and earth, a tornado suddenly appeared.

This tornado does not hurt people, nor does it roll up the earth, rocks, plants and trees, but only gathers a large amount of talent and righteousness from heaven and earth, and condenses and squeezes it on the bamboo paper in Baoyu's hands.

I saw that the yellowish paper gradually turned white, and then turned into a bright silver, full of noble atmosphere.

Baoyu's hands were heavy, burning with talent, and he barely managed to hold his body, and slowly put the blank first silver page on the ground.

Boom!

It was like a boulder that slammed into the ground.

The gauze on Baoyu's left hand suddenly burst red, and the wound burst with too much force, spurting out a large bloodstain.

"Idiot!

Baoyu shouted, "That legend must be fake, what kind of simmering body?

...

Idiot?

Lunatic?

In the dense forest in the distance, the ground suddenly cracked more than a dozen feet of cobwebs.

Luo Changying laughed out loud angrily, bit the gauze scarf that covered her face with her small mouth, and bit the scarf through, revealing a pitch-black lip that came out.

This lip is small, delicate, a cherry mouth, and the pitch black is like the color of the most fragrant ink, and it does not lose the slightest bit of posture, but gives Luo Changying a touch of ghostly charm.

"This kid is really unlikable. ”

Luo Changying originally came to take a look, and with her strength in refining her body, even the old master of the bachelor's level couldn't hide her eyes.

"Boy, I originally planned to break the old fox's words and words, so that you can freely choose the academy, but now......

Hehe. ”

The word 'hehe' is really the most flavorful word in the world.

Luo Changying understood that the old master's mind was nothing more than to hide from the sky and the sea, so that the chapter of Baoyu's ten cities could not be spread outside.

Since it cannot be spread to the outside world, it is natural that he cannot accept the summons of His Majesty, and it will not attract the attention of other literary academies.

Seven days later, it was officially included in the Academy of Literature, and the old master was afraid that other Academy of Literature would rob people, and he was also afraid that His Majesty would rob people personally, which was to occupy Baoyu. At least Baoyu had to study in the Qinglushan Academy for ten or eight years, and the name of the Qinglushan Academy was branded, and then Baoyu was released.

Luo Changying is not such a person, she has always been straightforward, but......

Idiot?

Lunatic?

Jia Baoyu, you ask for more blessings!

With a movement under his feet, Luo Changying was like a tortuous lightning bolt, passing through the dense mountain forest.

Moreover, there was no sound of a dead leaf breaking.

The Baixia Fairy quickly dispersed, and Qinglu Mountain regained its calm.

Baoyu, Jia Huan, and a group of white-clothed talents are all looking for a suitable place to build their future residence - there are rules for the Qinglushan Literary Academy, and all new talents must start from scratch and experience the hardships of the people's livelihood.

And those masters and academicians also studied separately.

They have made some of Xuanhe's articles, and it is not worth making a big deal about. I just secretly wrote down Baoyu's name.

Everything will be in seven days......

In the past seven days, Wang Shanbao was responsible for hunting and building houses, and the raiders were responsible for picking wild game in the mountains, as well as serving Baoyu's food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The third time, "Wen Ming Dong Zhuo Ding Yuan, Feed Jinzhu Li Su Said Lu Bu", also transcribed more than half of it, but near the end, it was stuck.

The first three episodes of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" are not many words, and it stands to reason that they should be written quickly. However, only in the third episode is a piece of poetry, and Baoyu is difficult to write.

"Rushing thousands of miles to sweep the dust, crossing the water and climbing the purple mist.

Breaking the silk reins and shaking the jade bridle, the fire dragon flew down for nine days. ”

This is written about the Red Rabbit Horse.

There are many horses in the stable in the south courtyard of Jiafu, most of which are horses, and the legendary Qianli horse is not without it, but no matter how Baoyu thinks about it, he can't appreciate the charm of the red rabbit horse.

That

To write this poem, the talent reserve of a tower and a hundred zhang Wenshan is also too bad.

"The horse was as red as coals of fire, without a single stray hair, and from head to tail, one foot long, eight feet high from hoof to neck, and roared and roared, and was like a flight into ......the sea."

Baoyu's description of the red rabbit horse in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is already very clear, but in any case, it is impossible to imagine the real majestic posture of the red rabbit horse.

"Hey, it's me! It's your grandfather!"

Since she arrived at Qinglu Mountain, she didn't know where to go. At this time, when I heard what Baoyu said, a pair of horse eyes became wider and wider, like a copper bell.

"It's me, it's me! Second Master Bao, you, well, you're going to write poetry again? Are you going to write about me? That's right, it's definitely me!"

"Such a demeanor, this kind of majesty, can only be possessed by my Imperial Master!"

Baoyu looked at the black donkey's body and rolled her eyes.

Xuan Jue squeezed his big mouth, revealing two rows of big white teeth, and clicked, "What's the matter?"

"Say, say it quickly, apart from your grandfather, which horse is so majestic, strong, beautiful, and mighty...... Hurry up and give your family a jingle grandfather said, Master Xuan Jue went to eat it!"

"......" Baoyu.

After plugging Xuanjue's mouth with fine wine, and then bribing it with barbecue, Baoyu took Wang Shanbao and the attackers, sat on the back of Xuanjue's wide cloud chair, and ran towards the top of the mountain.

Xuan Jue is a ghost elf, and the rugged mountain road of Qinglu Mountain is similar to the back garden of Jiafu for Xuan Jue.

At the same time, Jia Huan, Zhai Mingsheng, and more than forty white-clothed talents all gathered towards the top of the mountain.

"It's so lively. ”

The empty and cold mountains and forests suddenly sounded with chuckling words.

The dead leaves rolled out a smiling tornado, and when they dispersed, an old man who was about the same height as Baoyu and also very thin suddenly appeared.

The old man was dressed in a coarse cloth robe, and his beard was cleanly shaved, revealing a face full of red light and delicate skin like a baby.

The old man carried a basket of books taller than him, and instead of books,

One table,

One fan,

It's just a stroke.

"Walking freely in the world, seeing all the faces of the people, the world laughs at me...... Huh?"

The old man suddenly moved his nose, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed: "How can there be a taste of the chapter of the Ten Cities, it smells good and comfortable, but I haven't heard of it." ”

raised his head, looked in the direction of the Qinglu Mountain Academy on the top of the mountain, turned around his feet, and went with those white-clothed talents.

The old man's footsteps were very fast, and in a few breaths, he caught up with many white-clothed talents.

A few more breaths,

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