With Chen Shaojun's writing, unconsciously, the entire Jingshi fell silent.

Not only in the imperial palace, but also in the Confucian Temple, the Holy Temple, and the teahouses of the Jingshi, countless Confucian masters looked in the direction of the deer park, and also showed a look of concern.

Wen Candle Xiaohan!

This is a rare prosperous era in Wendao, and every time this vision appears, it means a masterpiece.

Holy Temple.

In front of the huge statue of Confucius Sheng, a figure stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the void.

"Is it Deer Park? I have finally produced a decent disciple in my Wendao lineage. ”

The man bowed slightly, a smile on his lips.

His literary atmosphere is as vast as a sea of smoke, countless times thicker than that of the great Confucian masters, and only the legendary Confucian head can have such a literary atmosphere.

At the same time, there was also a group of Confucians in the Moon Crane Tower.

This year's Snow Appreciation Conference is a great character. ”

In front of the railing on the second floor, a Confucian in Tsing Yi looked at the void with bright eyes:

"Brother Wu, if I'm not mistaken, isn't your disciple Xie Chuan just in the deer park? ”

"Yes, yes, the last sentence 'smoke locks the pond willows' is an absolute for the ages, with Xie Chuan's child's talent, maybe the vision in the sky was really caused by him. ”

"The tone of the Wen Candle Xiaohan is the best product, there is no accident in this snow appreciation conference, and the first place is him. ”

All around, a famous Confucian complimented one after another.

The smoke lock pond willow made by Xie Chuan of the Zizhang School has already spread, and everyone knows it among the great Confucian masters, and no one can say it to this day, which everyone knows.

In the back, Wu Ruhai, the grandmaster of the Zizhang School, stroked his beard lightly and smiled:

"You all praise it, that kid just got it by chance. ”

Having said that, there was a hint of deep appreciation and satisfaction in Wu Ruhai's expression.

If a disciple is like this, what more can he ask for, isn't this the thing that he is most proud of as a teacher?

"Maybe it's really that kid. ”

In the dark, a thought flashed through Wu Ruhai's mind, although he couldn't be sure, but in his heart, Wu Ruhai believed that it was entirely possible for Xie Chuan to make poems of this quality.

"You go out to find out the news, see how your Senior Brother Xie Chuan is doing in the Deer Park, and report it immediately if there is news. ”

Wu Ruhai said.

"Yes, Teacher!"

A student of the Zizhang School immediately flew away.

In the palace, it is difficult for ordinary people to approach, but today is different, the winter worship hall, the palace is wide open, and all the poems will be conveyed with the fastest news.

In fact, it was not only them, but outside the palace gate, countless families and clans noticed the atmosphere rising in the sky above the palace, and they all silently waited for the news in the palace.

"There is such momentum at the beginning, it is really amazing, but Qu Gao and Widow, I don't know if he can maintain this momentum in the future, if he can do it, it will be inherited from front to back, it will be a real masterpiece. ”

A head of a big family stared at Miyanaka Dao.

......

At this moment, in the deer park, Chen Shaojun's poems are also nearing the end, and everyone is holding their breath, lest they disturb him, and they are silently waiting for his final resignation.

Chen Shaojun held the pen in his hand, silent, as if thinking, this simple action immediately made everyone's hearts hang, and the whole deer park could be heard, but it was only for a moment, the brush in Chen Shaojun's hand, the pen walked the snake, and quickly wrote the last two sentences:

"Different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust, scattered for thousands of years. ”

The last clear word was written, thick ink and color, complementing each other, in an instant, boom, a more vast literary atmosphere rushed into the sky, that the literary atmosphere was so vast that the dark clouds in the sky were blasted open, revealing a clear void, at that moment, even the snow in the sky was stagnant for a moment.

Not only that, the Temple of Literature, the Temple of the Three Provinces, the Temple of Literature, and the statues of Confucius in various parts of the capital all vibrate, and each burst out with a sense of culture, which seemed to echo with the vision in the void.

"Wen is shocked by Kong Sheng!"

"What kind of person is that, who would make such an article!"

In the Temple of Literature, a grandmaster looked in the direction of the palace and was shocked.

Wen Shu recovered, he originally came to visit Wen Shu like everyone else, but this sudden change had already attracted his attention, Wen Zhu Xiaohan was amazing, but there were still some grandmasters who could do it, but Wen Shu Kong Sheng, even if it was a grandmaster level, it would be difficult to do it.

"No, I must know who made such bold poems!"

The Grandmaster's body flickered, and he immediately turned into a literary aura that soared into the sky and disappeared from the Temple of Literature.

......

"Good poems, good poems, good poems, good scattered for thousands of years. ”

By the time Chen Shaojun finished writing the last word, all the scholars in the deer park were already stunned.

Chen Shaojun wrote in front of him that the snow is whiter than the plum, and the plum is more fragrant than the snow, and the two sides are different, but immediately after that, the pen peak turned, and immediately expressed that the two have the same path.

"Different peach and plum mixed with fragrant dust", it is said that regardless of snow or plum, both are pure and arrogant, not mundane things, and the last sentence of "scattered as a thousand years of clear" is the artistic conception of the whole poem greatly raised, there is a way that although people die, the name remains, plum blossoms will wither, snow will melt, when spring comes and winter, both will disappear, but the cold of snow and the nobility of plum, but can be passed on forever, just like the saints of Wendao, although the body falls, the spirit is immortal.

Chen Shaojun's poem is remote and reasonable, accompanied by the essence of all saints, and its quality and momentum are by no means comparable to everyone present.

"Such a poem...... , I'm really convinced, I say that the talents of the Ziju school are withering, but such a bold and talented talent is really amazing, I can't wait for it!"

"What a Ziju school, what a Chen Shaojun! This is at least the image of a grandmaster!"

In the deer park, everyone was shocked, the rain of flowers and flowers fell all over the trees, fluttering in the deer park, but everyone was unaware and completely shocked by Chen Shaojun.

At the snow appreciation conference, everyone did their best and made holy articles, but in front of Chen Shaojun, all the poems were overshadowed.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

"Whew!"

Without the slightest warning, a fresh breeze blew, and suddenly, the rain of flowers falling from the sky turned into a whirlpool, like a river surging, passing through the white jade tables, passing through the plum forest, and heading towards the queen mother on the high platform.

Everywhere you go, countless petals on the plum blossom trees fly out automatically, flying out like birds throwing into the forest, making the sea of flowers even stronger.

However, it was only for a moment, the sea of flowers in the sky dispersed, and a pretty figure was dressed in ribbons, ice muscles and jade bones, and red fruit with fairy feet, slowly falling from the sky like a fairy.

"See the Queen Mother. ”

A crisp and pleasant voice suddenly sounded in the deer park, and as soon as the fairy-like figure appeared, he immediately bowed to the Empress Dowager of Dashang on the high platform.

"Who's the escort!"

Seeing that someone suddenly broke in, Jin Wuwei nearby looked stunned and immediately rushed forward.

"Don't panic, stand down. ”

Unexpectedly, the Empress Dowager of Dashang waved her hand and waved away the surrounding Jin Wuwei.

Her expression was calm, and she didn't seem to be flustered, but stared at the otherworldly, fairy-like figure in mid-air with some curiosity, and that look seemed to know something.

"Are you May III?"

The Empress Dowager of Dashang took two steps forward and spoke.

"The Queen Mother's discernment, the slave family benefited from Emperor Taizu's golden mouth, and Mei III was born from chaos. ”

May III said.

"I didn't expect it to be really the goddess of plum blossoms, once I was young, sneaked out of the palace to play, I saw you in your shrine by chance, saw your portrait on the wall, I didn't expect you to be able to transform once you got the Tao, it's really gratifying. ”

The Queen Mother said with a happy face.

"Ahh

There was an exclamation all around.

Everyone noticed that this woman was strange, but no one thought that she was a god or a plum blossom goddess.

"This is also the luck of the slave family, in addition to meeting the royal family of Dashang, thank you for the grace of the name of the year, the slave family appeared this time, mainly to thank this son. ”

The plum blossom goddess in mid-air said, suddenly turned around and looked at Chen Shaojun opposite.

The words attracted everyone's attention to Chen Shaojun.

The goddess of plum blossoms turned out to be here for him, and the scholars were already unspeakably surprised.

"Me?"

Chen Shaojun pointed to himself, he was also quite surprised, he didn't understand what this plum blossom god had to do with himself?

"Today's Winter Ritual Hall, thank you Gongzi for being so loving and giving a poem, so that the slave family can extract a piece of luck from the winter ritual in this world, wake up in the chaos, successfully transform into a shape, and shape the body of the gods. ”

The goddess of plum blossoms said, bowing to Chen Shaojun.

Worship the gods, it is not trivial, boom, Chen Shaojun immediately felt an invisible force blasting into his body, in the dark, Chen Shaojun was strong, his strength increased, and even his literary spirit increased a lot.

"Boom!"

In an instant, I saw a wave of literary energy rushing up from the top of Chen Shaojun's head, one foot, two feet, three feet...... Eight feet, nine feet!

Nine buckets of literary temperament!

Master's realm!

However, Chen Shaojun's style was still growing, and he didn't stop until the peak of Nine Dou, which was close to the level of Ten Dou.

Seeing this scene, there were bursts of exclamations all around, the literary atmosphere has reached a certain level, and if you want to improve, it will become extremely difficult, ordinary people have reached seven buckets, and it is even more difficult to add half a bucket to the top, Chen Shaojun just participated in a snow appreciation event, and the literary atmosphere increased by two buckets, just this point, Chen Shaojun surpassed many masters.

But thinking about it, Chen Shaojun wrote this poem by Wen Zhu Xiaohan, and everyone was relieved. It is completely normal to be able to write such poetry and articles, have such talent, and have such performance.

Chen Shaojun was also surprised, the poem he wrote, to some extent, is indeed a plum blossom, but it is very common in poetry writing, but he didn't expect to achieve this plum blossom goddess, and this plum blossom goddess in the void, and finally achieved himself in turn, it is really a drink and a peck, because of the effect, the effect is the cause!