"Oh my God, that's Qu Yuan, Doctor Qu!"

"How is Doctor Qu?

"Don't you see Jiang Ziya and Jiang Taigong? That Di Xin is just a tyrant, how can he be called a hero!"

The talents gathered together argued loudly, but the most fierce argument was above the sky.

The gods of all parties, paper kites, and paper cranes are mixed, and among the many quarrels, most of them are alone, or in the humble room, or in the deep dwelling.

These old and middle-aged people suddenly raised their heads,

The eyes are shining,

Like the sun and the moon.

"Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water, Waves Sweeping Away Heroes?Good, good words, good sentences!"

The old head of the Academy of Literature pulled down a wisp of white beard, and said with bright old eyes: "Just look at this sentence, at least it is Xuan He's lyrics, if the latter is well written, maybe ...... Can you lift ten cities together?"

The chief academician of the Qinglushan Academy of Literature had a coquettish voice, and it turned out to be a woman wearing a scarf, and her posture gracefully handed out her divine thoughts.

"The best thing is that this wave sweeps away the hero - generous and tragic, with infinite meaning, which makes people read it and can't help but add a thousand emotions to their hearts. ”

Luo Changying was covered with a scarf, but she was wearing a long-sleeved robe, and with a slight touch of her toes, she flew horizontally into the martial arts training ground thirty zhang away. The martial arts training ground of the Qinglu Mountain Academy is mainly to practice bow and arrow equestrianism, and there are also eighteen kinds of weapons on the edge, as well as shelves for placing nine Qimen weapons.

Luo Changying let out a clear roar, and a woman with a slender figure actually grabbed a Fang Tian painting halberd that was more than three zhang long and had a thin calf, and laughed loudly in her mouth:

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes——

What a wave! What a hero!

Let's see this girl use a halberd into a wave, and wipe out the heroes of the world!"

The halberd looked around like the head and tail of the dragon, and spun in the clouds and mist, only to see the spear edge of the Fang Tian Painted Halberd, together with the crescent blades on both sides, and the rear spear head at the end of the halberd, a total of six sharpness. It was like the minions and big tail of a four-clawed silver dragon, turning the martial arts training ground hundreds of zhang into ruins.

The old master was in the humble room of the central platform of the cliff in the back mountain, and his eyes seemed to have penetrated the barrier of the towering peak, and he could see Luo Changying's halberd clearly.

The wrinkled old hand beat the beat and sang generously: "Okay, good, Changying is really getting more and more powerful, our Qinglu Mountain Academy, if you want to say that there are a few heroes, but which one, dare to say that you can survive ten moves in your ninth-rate halberd method?"

Luo Changying suddenly stopped, and snorted at the void: "The halberd method of the lower ninth rank?

"Don't dare, don't dare ......."

Treating Luo Changying, the old master was also a little stunned, and muttered in a low voice: "Even if the demon clan is ...... Hmph, which demon clan has such terrifying power as you? Wen Huo is not used to refine the literary gall and forge the Wen Palace, but to burn his own body.......

Oh my God, how can a woman be so cruel to herself?"

As soon as he muttered, a pair of eyes flashed with golden light, trying to penetrate the white mist of the sky, but at this time, the vision was already difficult to see.

And at this time, Baoyu was also in an extremely embarrassing situation.

'Success or failure turns empty', just seven words, writing through the perception of life, desolate and tragic, but with Baoyu's knowledge and understanding, the two lifetimes combined, can not penetrate this kind of sigh of walking all over the red dust and seeing through the red dust.

When Baoyu wrote this sentence, the consumption of talent was suddenly doubled, and he used a large amount of talent to fill his lack of understanding of poetry.

[Success or failure turns empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times......

It can be experienced, but it is difficult to understand, every word is consuming a geometrically multiplied talent, and it is impossible to withstand ......]

Baoyu was so anxious that she wanted to vomit blood, and in her mind, she kept thinking about her life, or the successes and failures of her two lives, to understand the true meaning of this sentence.

Baoyu remembered his longing when he was not talented, and remembered the pride when he was high-spirited, and these were just precious fragments of his memory when he came to the Confucian Great Zhou.

It's Zhuang Monday's dream,

Or maybe it's Butterfly Dream Zhuang Zhou?

But

Empty!

It's all empty!

Baoyu dragged herself into a great loss, disheartened, and finally finished writing the three words 'sunset red'.

In Baoyu's feeling, writing two short sentences seems to have passed a lifetime, but in fact, it is just a moment.

And at this moment, it just consumed eighty percent of his talent.

There are three more sentences in the end, can you still write?

Baoyu hesitated for a moment, but still chose to put pen to paper, to do it in one go.

He has been immersed in the artistic conception of words, as long as the writing is completed, the comprehension of the article will be on a higher level, such a situation, is forced by the consumption of talent, but it is also an epiphany!

"On the white-haired fisherman Jiangzhu, I am used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”

Coherent

It really is all in one go!

These last three sentences only consumed half of Baoyu's talent!

Baoyu stopped writing in shock, thought about it carefully, and suddenly smiled.

The phrase "how many things in ancient and modern times are laughed at", as well as the previous two sentences, were played badly in movies and TV series as early as the 21st century and even the end of the 20th century, and Baoyu has also sprayed inappropriate film and television works, but it is in this ear and eye that he understands these words very deeply.

This is a calm and tranquil atmosphere, and reflects a lofty artistic conception and a profound philosophy of life. There is a sense of the rise and fall of history, and there is also the ups and downs of life, reflecting a noble sentiment and a broad mind. And it was these understandings that made Baoyu choose to spare Wang Shanbao's family, and also made Baoyu treat Brother Huan very leniently.

Baoyu smiled and looked up slightly.

In the beautiful morning mist that shrouded Qinglu Mountain, the figures of countless ancient heroes bowed slightly to him.

And in the middle of those heroes, there was a fisherman dressed in a cloak who raised the wine jug in his hand and gestured to Baoyu Yaoyao.

"Wine!"

Baoyu stretched out his hand, and the attacker handed him a small gooseneck jug.

The spout seal has been opened, giving off a wonderful mellow aroma, which is a distilled spirit.

Baoyu lifted the lid of the pot above, craned his neck, and drank it all.

I hiccuped and was a little dizzy, but in this dizziness, a wave of pride gushed out of my chest.

Baoyu laughed out loud, picked up the fire, and wrote the three big characters of 'Linjiang Immortal'.

The name of the word brand does not need to be written with talent, but these ordinary three big characters were condensed into a golden brilliance by the surging talent between heaven and earth, surging hundreds of feet into the sky.

"It turned out to be Linjiang Immortal, but it's a pity that this time the vision of heaven and earth is really spiritual, so that the old decay can't see through, um? wait, can't see through?!"

The old master was stunned for a moment, and then a crazy joy surged into his face, laughing, pointing his finger at the sky, and saying in a particularly rhythmic manner:

"Hide from the world. ”

The realm that shrouded Qinglu Mountain for hundreds of miles was suddenly surrounded by an extremely obscure force.

At this time, the vision of heaven and earth had been dispersed, and the ten-button paper worth eight hundred taels of silver specially prepared for "Linjiang Immortal" also began to gush out.

One breath,

The spiritual spring skyrocketed by three feet, reaching a moment of fame.

Two breaths,

The spiritual spring rises three feet again, and the six-foot spiritual spring is enough to make one side.

Three breaths,

The spiritual spring is three feet higher......

"Ten cities have been lifted together, master, you have written a good word for ten cities together!"

The eyebrows of the attacker smiled, and he grabbed Baoyu's sleeve with his bare hands, and his finger bones turned white.

And Baoyu, staring at the talent spirit spring at this time, her expression was also nervous.

Nine feet and one inch,

Nine feet two inches,

Nine feet three inches,

Nine-foot ......

The fourth inch, not reached.

Caiqi Lingquan calmed down, and Baoyu was stunned and almost burst into tears.

Such good words, unexpectedly,

Just ten cities together?

[I'm just a showman, and I'm just a new showman, and my literary name has only spread slightly in Zhongdu City and Jinling City. 】

Suddenly, Baoyu understood-this song "Linjiang Immortals, Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water" is the same as Taizu's "Remembering Qin'e, Loushanguan", which was dragged down by his own literary title.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!"

Baoyu shook her head and sighed.

The attacker was a virtuous lady, and she couldn't help but be ecstatic at this time, and said happily: "Master, this is a joint action of ten cities, why is it a pity?"

"You don't understand. ”

Baoyu shook his head and stretched out his hand, and the talent spirit spring, which was more than nine feet and three inches high, was divided into three parts.

A portion of five feet and three inches dissipates between heaven and earth,

A much shorter, about a foot of talent and spiritual spring, suddenly flashed into the floral soft topaz square inkstone, so that the two little gentlemen absorbed together,

And the remaining three-foot spiritual spring penetrated directly into Baoyu's mind.

The consumed talent was replenished in an instant, and even the flames on Baoyu's Baizhang Wen Mountain turned from red to a slightly white red.

The flame has an incandescent color, and its power and purity are obviously a lot higher.

Baizhang Wenshan quickly melted more than four inches, and the appearance of Wenshan also brought some thick flames similar to magma.

[Sure enough, the cultivation is very fast, but you can't write casually.] If you don't understand enough, don't put your own essence and blood into it. 】

While thinking about it, Baoyu burned the purer talent qi and turned it into a more pure heaven and earth righteousness, constantly nourishing his body.

Suddenly, Baoyu had a flash of inspiration.

After thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth, and pulled out the flame in the Baizhang Wen Mountain, and landed on the back of his palm.

Woo~~

Pain!

The pain is more intense than climbing Wenshan!

Baoyu roared wildly, shook off the simmer, and then looked at the back of his left hand, and found a terrible wound, and he could see the blackened bones.

The attacker hurriedly put medicine on Baoyu, bandaged it, and said angrily: "Master, what are you crazy about? Can this simmer get into the flesh? I don't know if some literati are desperate, they just blew up Wenshan and died with the enemy?"

Baoyu shook her head, her teeth baring in pain.

Seriously, he didn't expect it to be such pain.

"I heard that someone uses simmering to refine the body, and I want to try it too, but, oh my God, that legendary one,

Which one exactly?

Idiot!

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