Su Ang took the folding fan and played with it, especially in his heart. This fan can write a poem, and there is a war poem hidden in the fan bone, even if he is hard steel with Ren Xia, he is not afraid.

But at this time, Gongsun Fu patted him on the shoulder with hope, and said with a smile: "So, let's write a poem." ”

Inscription poem?

Touching Gongsun Fuxi's eyes, Su Ang was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood, there was already a war poem on the fan bone, and now that the folding fan was done, there must be one on the fan surface, but the war poem he wrote yesterday was drained from his body, and he couldn't write it even if he was killed.

Wen Jie's writing of poetry requires a thorough understanding, but when everyone in the Twelve Dynasties helps him comprehend poetry, it will consume more mysterious essence blood than talent, and even the power of the soul. And according to Tang Bohu, the consumption of the soul is even more terrifying, and it is the origin of the soul.

Luckily, this thing can be recovered, and generally speaking, it will be completely restored in three to five days.

At this time, Su Ang, who had not yet recovered, could only say: "Master Qiyu, Master Wen Peng, I don't have poetry now." ”

Gongsun Fu shook his head a little disappointed.

Wen Peng and Zhu Yu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that Su Jiazi was a little like a human.

Wenjie writes poems, the requirements for spirit poems are the highest, war poems are second, scene poems are written again, and love poems are the lowest. With the literary position of Xiucai, he can write famous war poems and scene poems at most, and if it is a bold poem, he can write famous and beautiful works at most.

Therefore, Zhu Yu felt that Su Ang wanted to make the same poems as the poems on the fan bones, with ancient golden light, and the level was also famous, and Su Ang said this, obviously there was no good chapter, not so demonic, and it also made him less stimulated.

Feeling a little lost and a little relaxed, Wen Peng Zhu Yu only felt that his emotions were a little complicated, and pursed his shriveled mouth and laughed: "Xiucai has written the most famous chapters, but Su Jiazi, with your poetic talent, do you have Xuanhe chapters in your chest?"

The county commander's grandson glanced at the past, and scolded with a smile: "Little old man, don't laugh at the disciples of this order." ”

That's right, it's just a joke, although Su Ang has shot Xuanhe's love poems, but love poems don't have the power to fight, and they are actually not in Wenjie's consideration. He values his disciples very much, and he also knows that Su Ang is very talented, but even if a new talent is talented, he is actually not much stronger.

Su Ang has Xuanhe's chapter in his chest, heh, how is it possible?

How long has he been on the show?

Hearing this, Su Ang didn't explain, and respectfully bowed his head and responded with a 'yes'.

However, at this time, there was a laughter in the Divine Court, more than 8,000 celebrities splashed ink in the Divine Court, writing countless chapters, all the chapters of the font are as big as stars, there is a golden light, there is a silver wind hurricane, the boundless sky of the Divine Court seems to be full of stars that only belong to words.

Surprised by the beautiful scenery, Su Ang only felt that his mind was as broad as it could accommodate the four seas, and he couldn't help but smile embarrassedly because he had lied, and hurriedly hid his expression and emotions, but he was keenly captured by Gongsun Fu and Wen Peng Zhu Yu.

They are all old people, who can't see the expressions of juniors? The county commander Gongsun Fu was stunned, and Wen Peng Zhu Yu yelled even more, and said in surprise: "Su Jiazi, do you really have Xuanhe's chapters, war poems, writing scenery poems, or spirit poems?"

All of them, and more than that.

Not to mention the Xuanhe chapter, Su Ang felt that above the sky of the Divine Court, there were countless chapters of ten cities, fame, and even good names, but he couldn't say it, so he laughed and said: "No, there is really no late life." ”

This kid is lying! Zhu Yu (mao) stared into Su Ang's eyes.

People are old spirits, ghosts and old spirits, Zhu Yu can see through Su Ang, and naturally he will not disregard the situation, he looked at Gongsun Fu, and found that Gongsun Fu smiled and crooked his old teeth, and said with envy and jealousy: "Lord Shangguan, your disciple is obscure, not sincere." Didn't you say that Su Ang, a foolish man, how could he be such a dishonest boy?"

"Do you want to rob this order?" Gongsun Fu was particularly sensitive at this time.

Wen Peng Zhu Yu, who was one level lower in official position, grinned and was silent, if he robbed Gongsun with him, he didn't have the courage to do so, but no matter how he said that the young man in front of him was still hiding clumsy, he could see that he had a bright future. And the official road of the official who is in power, some people go up, some people go down, some people drag other people's feet and want to climb, but some people stretch out their hands down and pull the capable descendants.

Zhu Yu, whose mind was racing like electricity, pulled his beard, his old eyes flashed, and he suddenly asked, "Su Ang, are you willing to be an official?"

Boom!

Su Ang's mind seemed to have the chimes of gold and iron clashing, and it was endless.

Being a Clerk?

This is to ask him if he is willing to be a servant?

Su Ang couldn't believe his ears at all, he and Guangteng were intrigued, and all he wanted was to be a pawn in peace, but now he asked him if he wanted to be a servant?

He is just a new talent, and he only ignites seven fires, and from all aspects, he is not qualified to be an official!

I understood Su Ang's mood at this time, Wen Peng Zhu Yu looked at him, and said with encouragement: "It is naturally difficult to be an official, some of them are qualified, and they may not be able to fill the vacancy if they wait for ten or eight years, but it just so happens that the pavilion chief of Dongshan was killed, and there is a nomination from this article, and your family Shangshi nodded and agreed, and the position of the pavilion chief is yours." ”

Pavilion Chief?Su Ang's heart suddenly tightened.

Ji Ran once said that as long as he can be an official, even if he is a lieutenant chief, he can admit it, but the lieutenant chief is just a small village, and he is a village chief, this Dongshan Pavilion Chief, but he is in charge of Jiuli One Pavilion, which is bigger than the official of the lieutenant chief, and he has more wishes for all living beings.

If he becomes a pavilion chief, he dares to say that he will light ninety-nine simmers within two years, but can he really do this pavilion chief's position?

Su Ang looked at Gongsun Fu in disbelief.

At the same time as he looked over, Gongsun Fu was also looking at him, frowning, and finally nodded: "Okay, as a teacher, you will be in power once." ”

enjoy

ecstasy

Su Ang, who used to be just a small police officer, suddenly found that he seemed to be going to be the mayor of the town, and his mind suddenly shook, and he was also extremely clear.

For Wenjie, taking a step and writing a word are all practices, bits and pieces of life, all the perceptions in life, all kinds of things make up Wenjie's path to know the world. Hearing that he could be an official, Su Ang seemed to be down-and-out and suddenly named as an official by the emperor's list, and he was full of excitement, and he felt a little bit like 'Fan Jinzhong'.

Fan Jinzhong was crazy with joy, he didn't reach that level, but the sudden change in his life made him improve his cultivation, and on the towering Wen Mountain, the seventh simmer also lit a three-foot flame.

His eyebrows suddenly warmed, his chest suddenly warmed, he patted his cheeks, and his eyes suddenly burned with snow-white fire.

Noticing this situation, Wen Peng Zhu Yu was stunned for a while, raised his head and laughed: "Okay, okay, this article has not done anything wrong, you kid has a bright future." ”

The county commander Gongsun Fu was also full of joy, and said: "Light another simmer, good apprentice, how many simmers have you lit?"

Su Ang didn't answer, because at this time, he had already been dragged into the Divine Court World.

Wenshan is majestic, and the simple page mountain road is winding.

Feeling that the whole body was warm, Su Ang walked up the mountain road, and did not stop when he reached the seventh simmer, and went straight through the snow-white flame of talent. And when he was scorched by the simmer, Nuan Nuan's soul suddenly rose, full of a feeling of fullness, and he continued to walk to Tang Bohu's side on the top of the mountain.

"Apprentice, how does it feel to be an official?" asked Tang Bohu with a smile.

"It's like overpower. Su Ang also replied with a smile.

"To be an official, to be an official, and even to dominate the world, you have to remember, in this life, you should experience everything, and every woman's style should also be experienced. ”

"The futile can not afford it. ”

Su Ang, who has always refused his daughter's style, shrugged his shoulders, and Tang Bohu lit the "Wenhao Lu", and used the power of "Wenhao Lu" to gather Su Ang's talent into a puddle of "puddle" and smashed it on the seventh simmer.

Boom!

With a sound, the seventh flame suddenly blazed and ignited more than a foot high.

Boom!

With two sounds, the eighth flame was ignited by the flames, flashing with scorching light.

Boom!

With three sounds, Su Ang's soul suddenly shattered and returned to his body.

Fulfillment, incomparably fulfilling! That incomparably strong feeling of being alive made Su Ang look up to the sky and roar, and the whistling sound was like a dragon's groan, startling the birds in the distance. He felt his eyes itch a little again, lowered his head and rubbed it, and when he raised his head, he couldn't help but blink hard.

"Good apprentice, how many simmers are lit? the second one? Is it the third ......?"

Gongsun Fu and Zhu Yu were drinking tea, they waited for the work of three teas, and also chatted about the work of three teas, and when chatting, the mood swings caused by Su Ang had subsided, and they looked at Su Ang with a smile.

Wow, whoa, whoa!

Su Ang's left eye suddenly flickered with four snow-white flames.

The same goes for the right eye.

There were eight snow-white flames, symbolizing eight simmering flames, which flickered eight times before they disappeared, Su Ang felt that his brain was clear, and he could see things much more clearly, and turned to answer the questions of the two elders.

And Gongsun Fu and Wen Peng Zhu Yu had already opened their mouths wide and their eyes widened, and then they couldn't help but rub their eyes, and the emotions that had just calmed down were flooded again.

"Eight simmers, Su Jiazi, have you only been a showman for a few days?" Wen Peng Zhu Yu put his hand on his face, and the old man groaned.

"If there is such a vain, what more can a husband ask for, what can a husband ask for!"

After being surprised, the county commander Gongsun Fu laughed loudly, and looked at Su Ang with great relief, if it weren't for his special identity, he would have to change his face to a teacher.

What is it?

Gongsun Fu caught Su Ang and praised him for a while.

Because of the matter of the eight simmers, Gongsun Fu called people to prepare wine and food to celebrate the improvement of his disciple's cultivation. At this time, it was getting late, and I didn't waste time, so I sent someone to Dongtulou to ask for good wine and food.

The old carp baby came in person, and when he served the wine and food, he looked at Su Ang, who was sitting next to Gongsun Fu, and his old eyes were full of surprise, because there was a relationship between the two officials, so he just nodded politely.

Soon the table was full of wine and food, and when the shopkeeper carp baby withdrew in small steps, Su Ang raised the wine bottle, toasted the two elders with a glass of wine, and blinked and said: "Master Qi, the apprentice has poetry." ”

"Write quickly!" Gongsun Fu hurriedly prepared a pen and ink inkstone.

Su Ang nodded and chuckled, he had just lit the eighth simmer, his soul, qi and blood had recovered, and he was able to write the poems of the twelve dynasties. Gongsun Fu said that he was 'taoguang and obscure', but he was wrong, he was just telling the truth and respecting his teacher.

And the mentor Tang Bohu said: The young man is not grandiose, you are a fart teenager!