190 Situ Zhenguo

However, their minds were also freed from the illusion, and their eyes regained their clarity. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's a good spring breeze and horseshoe disease, and I once saw all the Chang'an flowers. ”

"In just a few words, the joy of high school is complete!"

I don't know when, a person with a face hidden in the green mist stood in the air and said with some emotion.

Everyone's eyes looked at the air, and their eyes couldn't help shrinking.

I saw that the man was surrounded by thirty or sixty-five tricks, and the tricks were opened, and more light shot out of each trick, condensed into moral articles, condensed into words, and turned into an article, and there were more conch blows and drums in the sky.

This is the courtesy and admiration given to him by heaven and earth, as if he is the darling of heaven and earth and the protagonist of the era. At this moment, even the eternal light of the Academy of Literature was overshadowed by him.

"Yasheng!"

The light that shines from him is his understanding of the meaning of the text, as long as he takes a step forward, he can condense the holy position. ”

"Immortal with heaven and earth, eternal and eternal!"

Haoran, vast and immense, above board, as if the momentum of a mountain was pressing, whether it was Situ Xing or others, they couldn't help but fall to their knees.

Ya Sheng!

Although he is not a saint, he also has the power of a saint.

Everyone lowered their heads, looking at Situ with some jealousy, and the poem could be praised by a sub-sage.

What a privilege.

Today's incident will surely be remembered in the annals of history forever, and the name of Situ Xing will live forever with this poem.

What an honor!

Why isn't this person me.

Everyone looked at Situ Xing with an indifferent face, and kept shouting in their hearts, eager to replace him.

As if to confirm everyone's speculation, the tone on Situ Xing's poetry raft that had stopped and stood still had a blowout again!

Six inches!

The tone broke through six inches, the color had changed from pure white to golden, and a pillar of light shot straight into the sky, and even the sky seemed to have been poked into a hole.

A trace of golden light is like a ripple, and it is like a ripple of golden light spreading around with the center of the pillar of light.

The bells of the Temple of Literature rang one after another, and the entire northern county was enveloped in bells, but this was far from over. The ripples travel farther and farther, and the range of the bells increases!

Out of the county poem!

Out of the state poem!

Two State Poems!

Poetry of three continents!

Four state poems!

。。。

Kyushu poems!

Ten State Poems!

There are ninety-nine states in Daqian, hundreds of millions of living beings, and the land is ten sizes of China in the previous life, and Si Tu's poems have affected ten of them!

Closer to one in tenth, this is already a remarkable achievement.

Even Yasheng, who was standing in the sky, couldn't help but stare at him, and glanced at Situ Xing with some surprise.

He also didn't expect that Situ Xing's "After Dengke" would be able to break through the five-inch barrier and become a six-inch town poem.

Although only ten state bells are ringing now, with the publication of "Wen Yi Zai Dao". The story already contained in it will definitely be instantly popular in China.

Zhenguo, it's only a matter of time.

From now on, everyone will call Situ Zhenguo Situ Zhenguo!

The imperial court would also issue a parable to reward him. The name of Zhenguo, although it is not an official position, can bring him a lot of popularity.

And with the name of this town, as long as it is not a felony of rebellion and disobedience, it will be dealt with lightly.

"Situ Zhenguo!"

"Situ Zhenguo!"

"Situ Zhenguo!"

I don't know who started first, and everyone shouted the name of Situ Zhenguo loudly and neatly. The luck on the top of Situ Xing's head is also like cooking in oil, and it is like a growing sesame seed, and it is rising in an instant.

The koi fish in luck kept jumping happily, and there was a faint single horn on the top of its head.

It looks very strange.

"Good poetry!"

Yasheng, who was standing in the air, looked at the poetry raft in front of Situ Xing, because of the influx of literary energy, the poetry raft of ordinary paper was already as crystal clear as jade.

The words seem to come alive and wander on the raft of poetry, and finally condense into patterns and characters.

There was a young champion who was somewhat similar to Situ Xing, wearing a red robe and a crown and hat, and was folding laurels in front of the palace, crossing horses and parading the streets.

As if sensing Yasheng's gaze, the champion in the red robe actually stood up from the paper, and grew bigger and bigger like a balloon under the surprised eyes of everyone.

In the end, it was like a real person, if it weren't for his body being too light and illusory, everyone would probably really think it was Si Tu in front of him.

The champion Lang, who looked like Situ Xing and was dressed in a red robe, saluted Yasheng in the air, and then saluted Situ Xing. In the surprised eyes of everyone, he actually took out a tall horse covered with red and colorful colors from the poetry raft, rode on the horse, and gently slapped the horse's buttocks with his palm, in the sound of gongs, drums, and suona. Riding a tall horse, the jubilant champion Lang actually flew into the air.

Just when everyone didn't know why, a portal suddenly appeared in the sky.

Behind the portal emerges a world entirely made up of books.

Book world!

Situ Xing's eyes couldn't help shrinking, and he thought of the story that the demon had told him.

The book world really exists.

Situ Xing's eyes widened, wanting to see more clearly.

In the book world, there is a vast city built with books, and in the center of the city is not a palace or a yamen, but a school built with books.

At the main entrance of the school, there is a quaint plaque with four big characters on it: Dayi Academy!

An old man dressed in green clothes and with a very different appearance from ordinary people is standing on the top of the lecture hall, holding a ring ruler, and reciting aloud the works of the sages.

The loud voice was like thunder, and the words were condensed into moral essays.

"King of the Great Righteous Scriptures!"

"This old man must be the "King of the Great Righteous Scriptures" written by Sage Kong in his later years. ”

Although Situ Xing had never met Kong Sheng, he had seen records of his appearance in ancient books. Its style is like Yao, its item is like Gao Tao, and its shoulder is subproductive, but it is not as good as Yu three inches.

In the vernacular, his forehead is like Yao, his neck is like Gaotao, and his shoulders are like Zisheng, but from the waist down to Dayu is three inches different.

Situ Xing has never seen Emperor Yao, nor has he seen Gaotao, let alone Zichuan and Dayu.

But from these descriptions, it is not difficult to see that Confucius was born differently from ordinary people. There is a big difference in appearance, and so is the appearance of this old man.

He also lives in the heart of the book world.

It must be the "King of the Great Righteous Scriptures" written by Confucius in his later years.

The King of the Great Righteous Sutra also seemed to have noticed the prying eyes of everyone, and his bowed head was raised, and everyone saw his eyes clearly for the first time. It seems that there are countless words tumbling inside, and it seems to have infinite wisdom.

When he saw Zhuang Yuanlang riding a horse and wearing a red robe, a sincere smile appeared on his face for the first time.