At noon, Lu Ming came all the way to the Holy Temple, a solemn temple where the most holy Confucius and other saints of the past dynasties were enshrined.

Standing in front of the Holy Temple, Lu Ming could feel that the Holy Temple had a very mysterious power, which made people admire, and he didn't dare to have the slightest blasphemy.

At this time, the gate of the temple was tightly closed, the door was guarded by soldiers, and there were many scholars standing outside the temple who came to worship, led by a young man wearing an official uniform, with a lofty spirit and blazing eyes.

"Presumably he is the newly appointed Jiangxian County Commander Han Xiao!", Lu Ming thought in his heart.

"Look, Scholar Lu is here!"

"Didn't you read the announcement? The imperial court has already awarded him the title of Jiang County University Talent, we should call him Lu University Talent!"

"Lu Daxue's talent? It's not good! Isn't he a poet Mingzhou? I think it's better to call him Lu Mingzhou!"

"Lu Mingzhou!"

The other scholars greeted them very warmly, smiling all over their faces.

"You're welcome!", Lu Ming smiled slightly.

"It turns out that this is the Lu Ming you are talking about, and it is Han Xiao, the new county commander of Jiang County, who has seen Lu Xuecai!", Han County Ling walked over and said.

"Xiao Sheng has seen Han County Order!", Lu Ming immediately returned the salute.

Han Xian Ling said: "The teacher told me to try my best to take care of you after I came to Jiang County, and if you have any difficulties, just come to the yamen to find me." ”

"Definitely, definitely. ”

Yan Weiqing in the crowd snorted coldly and said: "Lu Ming, you are really majestic now, I am the head of the gold list, any scholar has to bow down when he sees me, but you turn a blind eye to me, you don't take me seriously, right?"

Lu Ming retorted: "I am a heaven-given scholar, in terms of couplets, you are not as good as me, and in terms of poetry, you are also much worse, why should I salute you?"

"Good, good!"

Yan Weiqing laughed instead of being angry: "It seems that you are still very proud, but I don't know if you can have the last laugh?"

"You don't need to worry about this, I have my own measure. ”

"I'm not talking nonsense with you, it's not that simple, I'm going to make you cry and leave here. ”

When Yan Weiqing said this, he took several other scholars to the other side.

Lu Ming's face changed, and he suddenly had a bad premonition: "Is he really going to take away my talent during the worship?"

Not long after, the gate of the holy temple opened, and Han County immediately ordered everyone to tidy up their clothes, and according to the ranking on the gold list, they lined up in three columns and entered the holy temple.

Lu Ming raised his head slightly, and saw a standing statue of the most holy Confucius, followed by the standing statues of many sub-saints such as King Wen of Zhou, Mencius, Xunzi, Zengzi, Zi Sizi and Yanzi.

Lu Ming's heart was a little excited, and a little nervous.

"Incense to the saints!"

Han Xian Ling immediately took the lead, and the others did not dare to slack off, and respectfully offered incense to the saints in order.

After the incense, everyone immediately felt a mysterious power descending from the sky, and the original nervous mood inexplicably returned to its former calm.

"Is this the power of the saints?", Lu Ming was surprised in his heart.

Han Xian Ling stood at the front and said to the many scholars: "This year, I will preside over the temple worship ceremony, and according to the past practice, everyone has to recite their own poetry couplets in a low voice in order to feel their talents and receive empowerment. ”

"Everyone can get talent empowerment, but at the same time, we must be careful that our talent is taken away by others, because if our talent is taken away by others, it will be difficult to open up our own platform, which will affect the process of talent empowerment. ”

At this point, everyone looked at each other and became jealous of each other.

And some people quietly moved their positions, not daring to stand aside with people who were higher than them, but Han Xianling turned a blind eye to these actions and said: "The auspicious time has come, make a big salute!"

After the words were spoken, everyone immediately knelt on the tuanpu in front of them, their bodies straightened, and at the same time they all closed their eyes and looked as usual.

Han County ordered a deep bow to all the saints, and then said loudly: "Xiaguan Han Xiao and a hundred scholars from Jiang County worship the saints, please all the saints to lower their talents and open up a literary platform for my scholars!"

After speaking, Lu Ming felt that the entire holy temple suddenly vibrate, and a large area of orange talent qi fell from the sky.

Seeing this, the others recited their own poetic couplets, and each of them was so quiet that they did not dare to let out their own volume.

Suddenly, one after another, the talent slowly descended and fell on the heads of many scholars, and the scene was quite spectacular.

Lu Ming didn't dare to slack off, and immediately recited his "Early Spring", and the talent in the sky was suddenly sensed, and was pulled down by an invisible force, straight into Lu Ming's eyebrows.

Lu Ming closed his eyes, feeling warm all over his body, very comfortable, and could look inwardly at his "Wenfu".

Everyone has a Wenfu, but before becoming a scholar, the Wenfu is in a state of nothingness, but when he is empowered by the talent of the temple, he can open the Wenfu, and then open the Wentai.

I saw that in the midst of nothingness, a light suddenly flashed, and a literary mansion emerged, flashing with a faint orange light.

Lu Ming had a talent empowerment at the literary meeting, and the Wen Mansion had been initially opened, and now after the second talent qi empowerment, he had completely opened his own Wen Mansion.

After the opening of the Wenfu, it was to open up the Wentai.

Wentai is the place where talent is accommodated, and only by opening up Wentai can we store more talent for our own use.

The orange talent continued to be poured down, and Lu Ming concentrated on opening up his own literary platform, and only a moment later, the literary platform took shape.

Suddenly, Lu Ming felt that the power of his talent had weakened a lot, and his face suddenly changed: "Talent has decreased, is there someone competing for my talent?"

Immediately, through the induction of talent, he found that part of the talent above his head had shifted to another direction and fell on top of Yan Weiqing's head.

Lu Ming frowned, and the next moment he suddenly panicked, because his talent was divided into four parts and transferred to the top of other people's heads.

"Oh no! they're all coming at me!"

"Haha, Lu Ming, there are so many people robbing you of your talent, how can you help us?"

Yan Weiqing was ecstatic in his heart, and a happy look appeared on his face, and he felt very comfortable in his heart.

Lu Ming's face was extremely gloomy, it turned out that in addition to Yan Weiqing, there were other people who were reciting poetry couplets to seize his talent.

If there was only one Yan Weiqing, the problem would not be big, but now there are more people to fight for his talent, and the problem is very serious.

If there was an emergency, Lu Ming would definitely be in chaos, but he was already prepared, and immediately recited a poem: ""Bamboo and Stone", insisting that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks. ”

As soon as the voice fell, the talent qi in the sky suddenly trembled, and the originally separated talent qi suddenly got rid of the traction of others and reunited together.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Yan Weiqing screamed in shock, his face was full of disbelief, there were so many people robbing Lu Ming's talent, how could Lu Ming's talent get rid of everyone's traction? This is simply impossible!

"How can this be! So many of us can't even rob him of talent?"

When those people opened their eyes and looked up, their faces were shocked, because they saw that Lu Ming's talent was like a sharp bamboo, which could not move no matter how much wind and rain it encountered.

"It's talented!"

"Talent is obviously in a scattered state, why is the talent above Lu Ming in the state of bamboo? What kind of poetry couplet did he recite, and he can actually change the form of talent?"

"Hmph, let's read poetry together, I don't believe that Lu Ming can still keep his talent!"

After the words were spoken, several people each read a poem, but Lu Ming's talent still did not obey their traction and stood upright.

At this time, Lu Ming read again: ""Reading Books with Feelings", half an acre of square pond is opened, and the sky and clouds and shadows wander together. Ask the canal to be as clear as promised, for there is a source of living water. ”

After finishing the recitation, the entire temple trembled without warning, and the talent qi above some people's heads gathered from all sides to the middle, and then fell above Lu Ming's head.

"What's going on!!'s gone!", someone said in horror.

"The talent above my head is gone!"

"Impossible! My talent has been dragged away!"

Yan Weiqing's face turned pale with fright, and when he looked up, he saw that his talent and other people's talents were all taken away by Lu Ming's poems, his eyes widened, and he erupted with raging anger.

The next moment, Yan Weiqing noticed that in addition to himself, the talents of other scholars who robbed Lu Ming's talent were all drawn away by Lu Ming's poems, but other unrelated people were not affected in the slightest.

"Yan Weiqing, we were all killed by you!"

"Yan Weiqing, you can't die well! I actually listened to your nonsense and robbed Lu Ming's talent, if I lose my position today, I will fight with you!"

"Yan Weiqing, you don't want to leave after leaving the holy temple for a while!

"Lu Ming, are you ...... You're so ruthless!"

Yan Weiqing was so angry that his face turned from blue to red, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth, close his eyes and recite the poem again, to rob other people's talents.

"Ahh

"Don't rob me of my talent, it's mine!

"Yan Weiqing, you are shameless! You are despicable! If you can't grab Lu Ming, you will come to rob us of your talent, is your talent so insufficient?"

The scene suddenly seemed to explode into a pot, boiling and noisy.

Han Xianling turned a blind eye to this, his hands were folded behind his back, his eyes swept over the many scholars, and his face was expressionless.

Lu Ming didn't know anything about these things, and now, he was concentrating on opening up his own literary platform.

After pulling the talents of Yan Weiqing and his companions, his literary platform was just opened up, and the literary platform was full of talent and was very beautiful.

"The Wentai has been completed, but the talent is still redundant, and it seems that it can go further, which means that some of Yan Weiqing's group are destined to not be able to get the literary position. ”

"But this is also their own fault, since they want to rob others of their talents, they must be aware of being taken away by others!"