"It's a pity!"

"If my Confucian elders are here, this spring grudge alone will be enough to melt a hundred miles of ice!"

Looking at the slowly condensing water, Kong Xiangdong's palms couldn't help clenching, and his voice was full of indescribable unwillingness.

Most of the other people in the Confucian Mansion also showed this kind of expression on their faces.

"Hey!"

Gong Yijaw and the others looked at the warm wind that was forced by the cold to keep retreating, and their eyes also showed a deep regret.

As Kong Xiangdong and others said, if their cultivation is more advanced, they may be able to break through the current predicament.

Thinking of this, everyone subconsciously set their eyes on Situ Xing.

After all, compared with Kong Xiangdong and others, Situ Xing's cultivation is even more profound, and he has even touched the position of a saint.

As long as he makes a move, he will definitely be able to turn decay into magic.

Looking at the expectant eyes of everyone, Kong Xiangdong and the others' faces suddenly became ugly, and there was even more shame in their eyes...

However, at this time, they also had to admit it.

Situ Xing's martial arts realm and literary style have surpassed contemporary times.

can even be on an equal footing with some veteran masters!

Even if Kong Xiangdong and the others are no longer convinced, there is no way to look at them.

Thinking of this, Kong Xiangdong couldn't help but take half a step forward, bowed his head and said with unprecedented seriousness:

"Your Excellency!"

"This "Spring Resentment" was written by my predecessors in Confucius... ”

"Because it's a masterpiece, there aren't too many people who know it, but the paper is more than six inches, and it already has the qualifications for Narushu poetry. ”

"If the adults want!"

"I, the Confucian family, would like to dedicate this psalm to adults... I only hope that adults can wake up the spring breeze and get through the difficulties in front of them!"

"This!"

"This!"

Listening to Kong Xiangdong's words, everyone couldn't help but show surprise.

In particular, the eyes of the people of Confucius were even wider, and their faces showed shock and disbelief...

You must know that this kind of poetry that has not been circulated is very important.

If Situ Xing is really thick-faced and black-hearted, he can take this poem as his own...

At that time, even if Kong Xiangdong came out to explain, I'm afraid few people would believe it.

Even if Situ would not do so.

The world will only know about Si's sentence, but not Kong Xiangdong...

It can be said that Kong Xiangdong gave his low-hanging fruit opportunity to Situ for punishment.

That's a lot of trust. What a trade-off, Kong Xiangdong would make this kind of decision...

Looking at Kong Xiangdong, whose face was full of sincerity, as if he didn't know the risks, Si Tuxing's eyes couldn't help but stagnate. The palm that was originally in the sleeve was slowly stretched out...

Looking at Situ Xing's palm, which looked like white jade, getting closer and closer to the holy paper, Kong Xiangdong's face couldn't help but show a bit of unconcealable pain. The eyes have become a lot grayer...

But he didn't dodge, let alone withdraw his palm.

Instead, he gritted his teeth and resolutely stretched out the treasure raft in his palm with a full face...

"Spring resentment!"

"Iron Painting Silver Hook!"

"Good poetry, good words, it's just a pity... ”

"There is too much depression in this poem... ”

"Spring is the season of hair growth, such a grudge is not appropriate after all!"

Because of this, this poem can only be used in Mingzhou, but not in the country. It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

"Mingzhou poems and Zhenguo poems, although there is only a thin line of difference, but the difference is like mud. ”

"This poem, even if the official reads and recites it himself, I'm afraid there is no way to melt this eight-hundred-mile glacier!"

However, to everyone's surprise, Situ Xing took the poem from Kong Xiangdong's hand and did not read it immediately, but carefully looked back and forth, as if appreciating, and after a while, he seemed to comment, and said as if regretful.

"This!"

"This!"

Even if everyone had long recognized Situ Xing's knowledge, but hearing him comment on Confucius's predecessors like this, Kong Xiangdong's eyes couldn't help but narrow, and a little unconvinced appeared on his face.

After all, in his opinion, the ancestors who were able to write this poem may have already won the Confucian...

Could it be so unbearable for such a person to write a masterpiece?

Could it be that Situ is so thick and thin in the past in order to raise his own value?

Not only did he think so, but so did other Confucians. Therefore, everyone subconsciously set their eyes on Situ Xing's body, I don't know, what good work can he make?

Some people even gloated, thinking that Si Tu's punishment was self-inflicted.

The poems of the ancient sages are actually so easy to surpass, and this "Spring Resentment" has obviously surpassed Mingzhou, and it is only a little short of being able to control the country.

Situ is so arrogant that he will definitely pay a price.

"Jasper is made up to be a tree tall!"

I don't know how long it took, just when everyone thought that Si Tu would not be able to read it.

Situ Xing stood on the deck, facing the biting cold wind, and recited in a loud voice.

With his recitation, inch by inch of literary spirit, suddenly soared into the air...

In the middle of the culture, there are countless jasper piled up in the shape of trees...

"What is this?"

"This is a poem of Wing Chun?"

"There's no spring word in it!"

"Isn't it a poem about spring?"

"A few inches of style?"

"Is it out of the county, Mingzhou, or Zhenguo?"

Looking at the solemn face of Situ Xing, whether it was Kong Xiangdong or other Confucian disciples, their eyes couldn't help but be wide open, and their faces showed a look of listening.

However, to their surprise, the first line of Situ Xing's poem seemed to have nothing to do with spring.

And because, Situ just recited a sentence. It's also hard to tell the grade of the poems...

However, according to their experience, the poem of Situ Xing is thin in tone, and I am afraid it is difficult to surpass the former...

"Situ Xing, you finally made a move. ”

"It's a hurry to make Ben wait!"

Just as Situ Xing was reciting, he was covered in scales, like a catfish general wearing armor, and his eyes couldn't help but light up. There was a certain hope on his face.

Although the catfish general is an outlier, he is also familiar with the art of war.

It will be the courage of a soldier.

In the fleet, Situ is the backbone of everyone. The reason why the fleet was not defeated by difficulties was because they still had hope for Situ's execution...

As long as they can defeat Situ Punishment in a dignified manner, everyone will definitely lose confidence and eventually scatter like birds and beasts.

It is precisely because of this that when I saw Situ Execution, General Catfish, not only did not intersect, but his face was full of joy...

In the midst of all the attention, Situ Xing's mouth opened slightly, although the voice was not loud, but the words were poured into everyone's ears very clearly...