Baoyu never imagined that one day, she would be so fascinated by something.

He thought that literati wrote in a chic manner, but it was just chic and graceful, but he didn't expect it to be so......

Magnificent!

I saw Jia Zheng, a middle-aged man with three strands of long hair, with a solemn face, he spread out the paper, and the ink strips were lightly studied, until here it was still normal, there was the neatness of the literati's writing, but suddenly, Jia Zheng held the pen with five fingers...... Pulling, pressing, hooking, checking, resisting, the palm is naturally empty, working together, and the pen is steady. I saw a flash of light, and the pen brought up a thick ink, and at the same time, there was a mighty wind.

The west wind is howling, and geese are chirping in the sky.

Jia Zhengtong's body lit up with the light of talent, like firelight, fireworks were blazing, and countless magnificent righteousness surged down from the sky, coating this snow-white talent flame with a layer of more blazing righteousness. It is said that a good literati sweeps a room inside, and the world is safe outside, this righteous air flashes, and the surroundings are clear and dust-free, as if they have been wiped several times by someone, inch by inch, and they are so bright that they can see the shadows.

[Is this the strength of lifting people? Talent burns, righteousness cleanses the dust, and the mighty righteousness can not only clean the house, but also seem to wash the heart. No, there's more to it than that, and there's boundless power, and under that power, I'm an ant!]

Baoyu's eyes couldn't help but widen, and in the dark pupils, a hundred feet tall Wen Mountain appeared and disappeared. Seventy-two simmering fires winding on Wenshan Mountain seem to be whistling by the night wind, simmering, and confusing - he is just a living member, and when he sees people burning his talents, he is about to be suppressed.

Jia Dairu pulled him behind him, and when he turned around to speak to him, he saw Baizhang Wenshan looming in Baoyu's pupils. "Huh?" he sighed, and a crimson mountain appeared above his head. His Wenshan looked only a dozen zhang, and his whole body was red, as if it was covered by magma.

A stream of talent flowed out, blocking Jia Zheng's unconsciously revealing talent, and spoke to Baoyu in a low voice.

"What a treasure second master! If you open a hundred zhang literary mountain, you are not afraid that in the future there will not be enough famous articles, and you will not be able to practice literary courage, and you will not be able to lift people? When the little old man was young, his heart was higher than the sky, but he only dared to open a mountain fifty zhang, even so, he was only a show talent now, and it was difficult to refine his literary courage. ”

Baoyu smiled secretly: Jia Dairu is really very good to him, and his expectations are also high, not to mention practicing Baizhang Wenshan into a fist-sized literary courage, just lighting the ninety-nine eighty-one simmer, and then igniting Wenshan, is not something that ordinary people can do.

Ordinary people only open Shizhang Wenshan, which is ten times worse than Baizhang Wenshan, and the distance between the simmers is also ten times smaller. In other words, it is ten times more difficult for him to light each simmer than others, ten times more difficult to ignite Wenshan than others, and ten times more difficult to refine his courage!

Jia Dairu asked him about lifting people, and it was obvious, thinking that it would be ten times more difficult for him to lift people or less. This kind of expectation and trust made him have a certain good impression of this old man he had never met.

He retracted the faint Wenshan in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Don't talk about showing talents and lifting people, even if you are a bachelor's degree, or even a bachelor's degree...... Time flies, you can watch. ”

"It's okay, just don't talk about it, and don't talk about it, sir. ”

Jia Dairu shook his head and turned to face Jia Zheng. They said a few words, and Jia Zheng's side also had to nurture their emotions.

I saw Jia Zheng concentrating on closing his eyes, suddenly opening his eyes, a pair of eyes were snow-white, and his talent was surging. He put down the paper with ink, walked the pen and snake, and succeeded in writing in an instant.

West Wind Fierce,

The geese in the sky are called frost and morning moon.

Frost Morning Moon,

The sound of horses' hooves and the sound of trumpets are choking;

Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now it is stepping forward from the beginning.

From the beginning of the more,

The mountains are like the sea, and the remnant sun is like blood.

The word 'blood' fell, and the world was vast.

Mengpo Zhai is extremely elegant, antique and bookish. Facing the door is a large desk, on both sides and behind the screen-backed chair are bookshelves, where a book is beautifully printed and even out of print. All kinds of furniture are brushed with brown mouton oil, and the porcelain is also blue and white porcelain, which is indifferent and elegant.

This was designed by Jia Zheng himself, and even made by himself, thinking that there is no better place in the world than here. But at this time, the talent is overflowing, the righteousness is like a dragon, Mengpo Zhai's desk, screen-backed chairs, bookshelves, and even the surrounding walls have changed, like a lonely mountain cliff, and they stand on it.

The west wind is howling, and geese are chirping in the sky.

Their robes were rustled by the west wind composed of righteousness, and when they looked down, the iron horses roared, about to crush the vast earth, and the mountain peaks in the distance were continuous, and the undulating male passes were sandwiched with a round of sunset sunset, red as blood.

Seeing this kind of scenery, the three of them were excited, and they only felt that they were open-minded, and there was nothing difficult in the world. Jia Dairu couldn't help but glance at the young man with a face like a crown of jade, and thought to himself, no wonder he dared to open Baizhang Wenshan - with such a mind and making such poems, what difficulties and obstacles in the world can make such people dare not climb?

Baoyu is very different!

Jia Zheng looked greedily at the vast mountains for a long time, and suddenly roared, turning into a big fox with a body like delicate green jade. He wagged his tail and howled at the blood-soaked sunset in the mountains, and later returned to his human form, brushing his beard and smiling comfortingly.

I thought that Mengpo Zhai had a literary style, so elegant, that people wanted to read when they went in, and it was the best place in the world, but I didn't expect that there was such a scene in the world, which made people feel excited and worshipped, and people couldn't help themselves! I just felt that there were many difficulties and obstacles in the world, and none of them were a thing.

Baoyu! What a good enemy! The prodigal son does not change his money, you have experienced life and death once, and you have properly opened your mind, and the main mind of "Remembering Qin'e" is useless in battle, but in refining your heart, it is enough to make your father ashamed. ”

This lord of Jiafu has the appearance of a father for the first time, but it is a pity that Baoyu was immersed in such a beautiful scenery and did not hear his words.

The scenery dissipates, and Mengpo Zhai is elegant.

They set their eyes on the table, what kind of scene can there be such a manifest lyrics and songs, and the first time they fall off the paper?

I saw that on the paper was a wild grass, the structure was simple and economical, the strokes were continuous, and in the dark ink, a little red light appeared from time to time. Jia Zheng pulled up a pen and smiled proudly: "Do you see this red light? It is the power of the fire black and the red hair." It's a pity that "Remembering Qin'e" is not for combat, otherwise with the blessing of firelight, it can add a bit of power. ”

Jia Dairu still looked at the paper, and the fire was good, and he couldn't catch up with the attraction of "Remembering Qin'e" to him. Baoyu was quite interested, he didn't have a suitable pen yet.

He has a bunch of brushes, including wolf hair, fox hair, and the best is a silver silk fox hairy pen, worth a hundred taels of silver, which is the standard pen in a hundred silver pens.

Generally speaking, the price higher than 100 taels of silver is a hundred silver pens, but since the development of the article, the hundred silver pens are divided into three levels: one hundred silver, a thousand gold, and ten thousand two. His silver silk fox pen is the lowest among the hundred silver pens, and he can only write famous poems, which is also the lowest.

And this fiery black is red all over, and the font written implies fiery red silk threads, I am afraid that it is a powerful one.

[At least it's a powerful pen.] Baoyu thought to herself.

During these days, he did not write poetry or lyrics. It's useless to make it, you can't write it. The silver silk fox can write the inferior grade in the famous poems for a while, and in terms of his talent, it is enough, but unfortunately, he is lucky.

If you don't open Wenshan, don't go out of the house, don't make a good word, don't write outside. It's so atmospheric, it's eye-catching, and it's impressive.

He also pouted a brush to show his intentions, that moment, it was really crackling and crisp, sounding extremely comfortable, and it was really a burst of luck, his desk pen holder placed seven or eight brushes, just take it, it is a good one.

[Jia Zheng tore 50 taels of silver and ten buckles, how much did I break?100 taels...... Hey, a loser!]

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Jia Zheng played with fire, and his eyebrows and eyes were proud.

As a lifter, he doesn't know how many poems and lyrics there are, there are no poems at the level of Xuanhe, and there are three or four famous poems, and he has his own set of opinions on the consumption of talent and the level of poetry.

If it reaches one percent, the stable top fame will spread in the future, or it can be promising. He looked inside and found that his courage was more than two percent, which consumed two percent of his talent.

"Remembering Qin'e" definitely surpasses the famous movement, and in Xuan He's poems, it should also belong to the middle stream.

[There will definitely be original golden light, this doesn't need to be considered, but it's that talent and spiritual spring, I don't know how many feet it can reach?] Jia Zheng was full of red light. This is his first poem by Xuanhe.

If the poem is only three feet high, it is a famous article, only six feet high is Xuanhe, if it can be nine feet high, it will immediately be ten cities together.

Shang Baoqing of the ten cities wanted to jointly play the article, present the article to the emperor, read it on the spot, annotate it on the spot, reward it on the spot, and even add officials to knighthood on the spot! Except for the city where the author put his pen, the remaining nine will make the entire Great Zhou Dynasty break the head.

[Shang Baoqing, that's the real job of Zhengwupin. Jia Zheng couldn't help but be envious. In terms of rank, he is a member of the Ministry of Works, a member of the Ministry of Works, a four-grade product, two levels higher, but one of the six departments of the Ministry of Industry, is only in charge of various projects, craftsmen, tuntian, water conservancy, transportation and other government decrees, and the Wailang is a fictitious title and has no real power.

Shang Baoqing is different, as a minister of the Son of Heaven, Shang Baoqing has only one in each city, in charge of treasure seals, talismans, seals, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and all kinds of genius treasures, which are not desirable for Jinshi. The importance of his identity, the weight of his position, and the strength of his strength make him, the head of Rongguo Mansion, polite and polite when he sees it.

[Maybe Baoyu...... In the future......] Jia Zheng casually held a pen and smiled. It's just a lyric by Shou Xuanhe, and he is only six feet nine inches tall, and it is already difficult to contact characters such as Shang Baoqing, let alone do it.

He bowed his head slightly to Baoyu, no matter what, this wrongdoer was enlightened.