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"I've seen the Dragon Monarch of West Lake..."

After passing through the two front halls, Wang Xu finally saw the Dragon Monarch of West Lake in the Dragon King Palace.

Xihu Longjun is a middle-aged man, wearing a golden crown and a dragon robe, and when he is close to him, he has an urge to bow and worship.

has been in the Confucian world for so long, to be honest, West Lake Longjun is the first real big man Wang Xu has ever seen.

Teacher Xue Mushan is not counted, you must know that although the teacher is a positive product, the cabinet selects auxiliary ministers, and is a veteran figure in the clear stream, but in fact, the cabinet is a good look, today you are on it, tomorrow I am on it, the most terrifying time, you can change three or five cabinet elders a year.

From the perspective of the human race, the elder is not a big person, the real big man in the human race is the head of the sage family, the leader of each party, or the head of the two families of Buddhism and Taoism, and even the head of the family is not the top person.

The Dragon Monarch of the West Lake, as the second only to the Dragon King of the Four Seas, dominates the existence of the Southern Water Tribe, and is comparable to a sage in terms of status.

One-on-one, the descendants of the seventy-two sages are also one head shorter than the West Lake Dragon Monarch, and the Great Confucianism is even worse by one level.

"You are Wang Xu?"

West Lake Longjun looked kind, pointed to the chair in the main hall, and said, "Sit down, your achievements will be above your teacher in the future, and you should be given a place." ”

"Xie Longjun!"

Wang Xu bowed his head slightly, he didn't expect West Lake Longjun to give face like this.

After all, it was his teacher Xue Mushan who came, and it was not certain whether West Lake Longjun would give face or not.

The wealth of the dragon clan is one thing, and the strength is the other.

The West Lake Dragon Monarch is at least a quasi-sixth-order powerhouse, and may even be a sixth-order, and his status and name are only below the Dragon King of the Four Seas.

Such a giant-level existence, sitting and watching the vicissitudes of the world, calling for wind and rain for millions of years, there are very few people in the world who can see it.

Don't look at Wang Xu's current tossing and turning, in fact, before writing the poem of Zhenguo, he had not yet entered the sight of the high-level of the human race.

It was this time that he wrote a poem about Zhenguo and alarmed the Confucian Temple, which was counted into the vision of the sage family.

It's a pity that Wang Xu didn't want to be involved with the Confucian Temple at this moment, so he left Hangzhou Mansion in an attempt to take refuge in the Dragon Palace of West Lake.

may be because of his attitude, the people from the Confucian Temple and the government did not find him, and they should still be watching from the sidelines.

"Since the death of Song Zhiwen, among your human race, there are fewer people who can be praised with poetry, and then there is a person named Luo Bingwang, but unfortunately he was assassinated and killed by the demon clan just after the Jinshi, and the poetry has become a swan song, but in my opinion, both of them are inferior to you."

West Lake Longjun spoke slowly, and Wang Xu had also heard of these two people.

Song Zhiwen, in ancient history, was a famous poet in the early Tang Dynasty.

Luo Bingwang is also one of the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty, leaving a lot of pen and ink.

And here, the Sui and Tang dynasties turned a corner, and the Li family, which was supposed to be in the Central Plains, was replaced by the Wu family in Jiangnan, and the Tang Dynasty also became the Great Wu.

Countries have changed, many things have changed, and in history, some people have been right, and some people have not been right.

According to historical comparison, the current Great Wu Dynasty is equivalent to the early Tang Dynasty.

King Luo Bin was a few hundred years ago, and his imperial capital chapter was the last person in the Great Wu Dynasty to write a poem.

Unfortunately, King Luo Bin was assassinated by the demon clan shortly after writing the Dijing chapter, and he was not even a Confucian when he died.

Wang Bo, who is 12 years younger than him and is known as the head of the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty, Wang Xu has never heard of it so far.

The only thing that rubs the edge with Wang Bo is that there is a Wang family in Qingzhou Gujiang Mansion, of which the third son is also surnamed Wang Mingbo, who is only seven years old this year, everyone calls him a miracle, can poetry and painting, I don't know if it has anything to do with Wang Bo in the early Tang Dynasty in history.

If it mattered, it would be difficult to do.

Xiao Wang Bo is only seven years old, ten years younger than Wang Xu, even if he is Tang Junior High School, the Wang Bo who wrote the preface to King Teng's Pavilion, he doesn't know when he grows up.

"Xie Longjun praised, the younger generation has to work harder."

In the face of West Lake Longjun's praise, Wang Xu was not modest, because Li Ka-shing said that successful people should show their successful side, making people believe that you will be more successful, and modesty sometimes hits the self-confidence of investors.

Wang Xu is here to take refuge, or he is here to attract investment, to be modest in front of investors, not to blow big, don't you have a hole in your brain.

"I know a thing or two about you, and I also know that you came to West Lake not just for the Qixi Poetry Club. Now there are more than ten days before the Tanabata Festival, you will live in the Dragon Palace, if the Tanabata Festival, you can win the crown in the poetry meeting, it will be the shelter of this time. If not, you have to do one thing for me after you become a great Confucian. ”

Xihu Longjun spoke slowly, without saying what to do, nor how difficult it was.

Wang Xu didn't think about it, and agreed with his mouth.

Let's not talk about doing this, after he achieves Confucianism, he will not regret doing it now.

If you want to change to shelter in the government or the Confucian Temple, you have to do one thing, you can't say ten things, and if you don't even have this condition, you will be asked to sign a deed of sale.

Throughout the ages, the urine of the imperial court is the same, and the Confucian Temple is not the imperial court but the imperial court, and this kind of existence occupying the moral high ground is often the most unreasonable.

In comparison, no matter how difficult the conditions of the Dragon Palace are, it can still be difficult to guard the border.

What's more, after arriving at the Great Confucian, he is not even afraid of demon gods, in this era when saints are not born, who can help him.

The conditions are too difficult, I can't say it, Wang Xu will regret it when the time comes.

He is not a pedantic person, he has to be fat when he slaps his swollen face, and whoever thinks that he will be killed is too underestimated by him.

"Don't be restrained here, just like your own home, I have a daughter named Ao Xin, who loves poetry the most on weekdays, you can teach her more when you have time, you young people must have a common language."

West Lake Longjun obviously didn't know that Wang Xu and the Seventh Princess Ao Xin had already met, and he said ominously.

The corners of Wang Xu's mouth twitched slightly, and he arched his hand: "Yes, Long Jun." ”

"Go down, if you need anything, go to Prime Minister Turtle." West Lake Longjun waved his hand lightly, signaling that Wang Xu could go.

Wang Xu bowed down and retired, as for teaching Ao Xin's poetry, this matter has to be discussed in the long run.

If Ao Xin humbly asks for advice, he can still give a pointer, and the others will be respectful.

"What do you think of him?"

After Wang Xu left, Xihu Longjun spoke softly and said to the screen behind him.

"It's not bad..."

Behind the screen, a noble lady walked out, she had a six-point resemblance to the seventh princess between her eyebrows, stepped forward to rub Long Jun's shoulder, and said softly: "Xiao Qi is a bitter child, born with a bloodline that is not as good as other brothers and sisters, and he has not cultivated a reason for this over the years."

In terms of her talent, it is estimated that it is impossible to achieve achievements in normal cultivation. This one named Wang Xu can write poems about the town, as long as he doesn't encounter misfortunes, the great Confucianism is nailed, and the sages are also somewhat possible. Xiao Qi followed him, day and night, he was influenced by the literary atmosphere, improved his qualifications, and maybe there would be a different scene in the future. ”

"Well, that's what I thought too. Today, the Taoists came to me to agree on a plan to create gods, and vaguely, I felt the smell of the coming catastrophe. Now, our four seas are not at peace, if the catastrophe is coming, it will be difficult for you and me to shelter Xiao Qi. ”

When Xihu Longjun said this, he seemed to feel his wife's worry, and while holding the noble lady's hand, he smiled and said: "Don't worry too much, this person is just a backhand, I have other arrangements, and the preparation of Buddhism is almost the same, no matter what happens in the future, there is always a way out." ”

"On the Buddhist side..."

"Shhh

Xihu Longjun made a silent gesture, patted the back of his wife's hand, and whispered: "Don't worry, everything has me!" ”

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