A sword, blooming with violet light.

The sharp blade of the sword was half inserted into Baoyu's forehead.

Strangely, half of the sword blade was inserted into his head, but Baoyu seemed to enjoy it very much......

I saw Baoyu squinting his eyes slightly, only to feel that his body was more relaxed and comfortable than he had ever been, and when he looked at Wenshan, he found that half of the sword blade was hanging high in the sky, and it was hard to press the light blue simmer into confusion.

Baoyu was pleasantly surprised, after all, for many days, he was not shallow in the simmering fire pit at the human level.

In the past, he was able to understand the meaning of the scriptures before simmering Wenshan, which was the result of many hard nights of hard reading, and there was also red sleeves to add incense, which made him speed up his comprehension.

But in recent months, the speed of understanding has been slow, and it has directly consumed half of his sleeping time.

It's unbearable, it's really unbearable......

Thinking of this, Baoyu laughed.

And when he opened his eyes and saw the performance of more than 100 talents, he nodded with satisfaction.

If the sword is its own strength, then these talents are its own strength.

Don't look at the low strength of these more than 100 talents, but when they all become lifters, with their background in the Qinglushan Academy of Literature and outstanding talents, they must at least make up for the position of a seven-grade Zhi County.

Qipinzhi County, it sounds like a petty official with sesame mung beans.

However, counting the three thousand cities of the entire Great Zhou Hundred Counties, how many of them are Zhixian?

Baoyu pursed her lips, her eyes light and dark.

"What a baby!"

Suddenly, Baoyu heard a sigh.

Looking up, I saw the old master and the five academicians slowly falling, and at a higher sky, Luo Changying smiled at him, and then disappeared.

The old master also glanced up, laughed in a low voice, and closed his eyes to feel the residual poetic charm.

It was only half a breath, and a face that was as smooth as a baby's skin suddenly shook wildly.

"Holding three feet of mountains and rivers, the four seas are home to drink and peace.

Capture all the demons and return to the net, and collect the traitors and fall into the sky.

The southeast, northwest, and emperor poles, the sun, moon and stars play triumphant songs.

The tiger roars and the dragon roars in the light world, how about the peace and unity!"

"Okay! Good one! Although he doesn't have the talent to learn, he is better than others with his courage! It is used to bless the sword soul, and it is really the best!"

The old master's courtyard fell to the ground, and his eyes swept over the two Xiucai who were already clearly distinguished, and the consternation in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

With the shrewdness of the old master, he could see at a glance what was going on here.

The group of people led by Bai Liming showed respect for Baoyu, and had obviously been subdued by Baoyu;

And the talents standing on the bank of the stream, looking at their words and deeds, are not as firm as before.

The old master sighed twice in his heart, exchanged glances with the five academicians, and shook his head imperceptibly.

They are all neutral literati, that is, what the world calls pure literati, Jia Baoyu wants to draw salary from the bottom of the kettle, and if he wants to lift the roots of Confucianism, then let him go.

However, with Jia Baoyu's talent and literary position, he is not qualified to influence them.

The old master thought about too many things in an instant, and made a decision to wait and see, but coldly, the old master thought about it again.

The old master suddenly discovered that Jia Baoyu's talent and treasure light had reached the point where he couldn't hide it or hold it down.

The Junzi Sword has nothing to do with it, although it is a treasure coveted by people in the world, but the meaning of the Junzi Sword represents makes this thing destined to be coveted and not captured;

The same is true for the sword soul of the book business, it belongs to the list of sword souls, and no one dares to touch the tiger whiskers of the sword mound.

But......

The old master sighed deeply, as soon as the angry bullfight of this sword came out, there must be countless eyes staring here, and he could no longer hide such articles.

Even if he made a promise with the academicians, no one was allowed to spit out half a word, and he couldn't block the eyes of countless powerful people in the entire Great Zhou.

The old dean took a breath of turbidity and showed a gentle smile to Baoyu.

"Brother Bao, how many times have you blessed the sword soul?"

"For the first time. ”

"For the first time!"

The smiling face that the old master had just pulled up suddenly distorted, and said with a dry smile: "Okay, good, worthy of being a peerless poet and genius Brother Bao'er, this sword soul and the mouth of the gentleman's sword are both tricky and ruthless, but you can succeed with the first blessing." ”

The old master was full of praise for Baoyu and wanted to take a step forward, but he was hit by the purple electric light, and the cuffs were a little scorched.

"That's enough, Brother Bao, why don't you put the gentleman's sword into Wenshan? This purple electric light has been waiting for a long time, but it will hurt people. ”

Baoyu asked in surprise, "However, it's not over yet, there are still two chances to bless." ”

As soon as these words came out, the old master jumped three feet high, and the five academicians also widened their eyes, and they were speechless.

"What? are you going to continue to bless?"

The old master was trembling with anger.

"Good Jia Baoyu, don't be greedy enough to swallow the elephant! The blessing of the sword soul is more and more difficult every time, if you want to bless the second poem, this second poem must be better than the first one!"

The spirit is so grand, even so grandiose that there is a suspicion of rebellion, if you write a grander ......

Ahem, the old man lost his words, this is better, you will never be able to write it!"

The old master said it too absolutely, and even made people feel that they had lost their literati demeanor, but the academicians thought about it for a while, but they all nodded lightly.

Although it is not talented, but the overall spirit is grand, if it is not swallowed by the sword body and sword soul, even if it is written in the Xiucai literary position, at least it must be a top chapter in Xuanhe.

Baoyu still wants to write better, how is this possible?

Wan Changtian persuaded loudly: "Brother Bao, since the blessing is successful, stop, and accept it when you see it." If this second blessing fails, it will mess up the run-in between the sword soul and the sword body, and at least you won't be able to use the Junzi Sword for three or five years.

Among them...... The impact is too great, and you should think about it. ”

Raider, Zhao Guining and others also became nervous, Zhao Guining opened his mouth to echo and persuade, but at this time, Raider suddenly raised his hand, so that the talents behind him were all quiet.

"Look at our master, since our master has made a decision, there must be a reason for him. ”

The attacker trusts Baoyu the most, even when the old head of the academy with a bachelor's degree and the five academicians are not optimistic, they still block the echoing voices of the talents.

At this time, Baoyu's heart also mentioned the throat eye.

It's not because I can't do better, but because I'm worried that I won't be able to write a better chapter because I don't have enough talent.

Baoyu was not sure, and even thought of replacing it with another poem.

But after thinking about it again, I still chose to use those two songs, even if they were written in his mere Xiucai literary position, they were still definitely at least the top chapters in the Ten Cities.

"Please also ask the old master, all seniors rest assured, Baoyu has a draft in his heart. ”

Baoyu smiled lightly and thanked the old master and others for their kind advice.

He expressed his gratitude from the bottom of his heart, but listening to the ears of the old masters and academicians, the taste was different.

Wan Changtian shook his head in disappointment, carried it with one hand, and looked at the edge of the distant sky.

A small wisp of divine thought also quietly spread in the void.

"Brother Bao is so smooth that he is arrogant and wants to write better poems. ”

Feng Feishen's divine thoughts followed closely, "Yes, this piece is magnificent, even so magnificent that it is suspected of rebellion." Fortunately, Brother Bao is the son-in-law of the founding mansion, which can avoid the suspicion of His Majesty and the suspicion of the world. If he is from an ordinary background, this poem alone will be grabbed by the Fadao literati and will definitely be killed by him. ”

"Hehe, if he weren't the son-in-law of the Founding Mansion, the Fadao literati wouldn't have targeted him. I think Brother Bao has considered this well, and he must have thought of our Da Zhou, and he has never been convicted by poetry. ”

But that's out of bounds, and if Brother Bao writes more explicit poetry, he may not be able to escape the involvement. ”

"Doesn't he still want to write? If he wants to write better, how can he write if he doesn't write from something more grandiose and explicit?"

The academicians' thoughts were tangled, some sighed, some disdainful.

But at this time, the powerful divine thoughts of the old master courtyard swept them away, and the face of the old master was really ugly.

"What do you say, there is no better poetry? Hmph, the old man didn't think of a better poetry than this!"

Tell the truth, tell the truth!

Academicians, look at me, I look at you, the whole person is like a stake, all dumbfounded.

That's right, this one is really good, Brother Bao, is there really a better poem?

"Impossible!"

The academicians were so frightened that they lost their temper and shouted out in unison.

"It's impossible, it really can't be better. Brother Bao, if we write it out, we may even reach it higher than my peers, how can you have a better one?"

In order to cover up the gaffe, Wan Changtian reiterated again: "It's really impossible, if there is such a good poem, wouldn't you write it, at least it must be the top chapter in the Ten Cities Collective Level?"

Feng Feishen echoed: "Yes, you haven't published the Ten Cities chapter yet, and you haven't accumulated enough to write such a good thing at once." If you can hold ten cities together in your hands, won't we be able to make a name for yourself in our hands?"

"A chapter that is famous all over the world is rare to see in a hundred years. ”

The old master and the academicians continued to persuade, but at this time, Baoyu sighed and wrote lightly.

What they are worried about is that Baoyu is not capable enough, but what Baoyu is worried about is that he is not talented enough to put the two poems on paper.

But......

People are well-intentioned, and he can't refute them.

For the sake of today, we can only speak with facts.