The wooden platform is three feet high.

Sanzhang, that is, ten meters high, there are exquisite small pavilions on the platform, you can only bow your head to enter, Su Ang took a look inside, and found that the space is also very small.

Don't look at it as wooden, it's also relatively shabby, but the walls of this compartment and every plank on the door cost no less than ten gold. It can absorb the wishes of all sentient beings, and it can also help the white body to condense the mind, just from the sound insulation effect, as long as the door is closed, even if the throat is torn inside, half of it cannot be heard outside.

Su Ang was the first to walk in, followed by Hao Shi Ji Ran and Tu Su at the South Gate, they closed the door, and the rest of the students on the list walked in one after another.

Then it is to open up Wenshan.

"Lord Wen Peng, what kind of poems will Su Jiazi use to open up Wenshan?" Seeing the door closed, the county commander Gongsun Fu looked stunned, and suddenly turned his head and asked.

Hearing Shangguan's question, Wen Peng Zhu Yu was stunned for a moment, knowing that Shangguan was a talent again, although Su Ang was entangled in the love of his children, but he also wrote a high-quality Xuanhe chapter, this talent made Gongsun Fu uncertain, whether to accept the Su family as an apprentice, or the heroic Ji Ran who decided at the beginning?

After thinking for a while, Zhu Yu of the Academy of Literature said in a low voice: "Qiqi Shangguan, Su Jiazi wrote the Xuanhe chapter, but his eyes were bloody, obviously it is a good poem that can only be found in love." Xia Guan admits Su Jiazi's talent, but his talent may not be used in the right place. ”

"Okay, wait!" the county commander Gongsun sighed lightly.

Not only the two officials, but also the people waiting in the pavilion below, including the shopkeeper of Dongtulou, Liying, Zhong Sister-in-law, the relatives of the students on the list, and even the students who failed to leave the list. They looked up at the high platform compartment, their eyes burning, waiting for the students on the list to open up Wenshan!

To open up Wenshan is to be a real talent, but to open up Wenshan is not to just talk about it, you need to use poetry to connect heaven and earth, and use the will of all beings as a blessing, so that the divine court can shine brightly and burn the flame of Wendao.

The dim divine court ignited flames, scorched the soul, refined the body, and became Wen Jie! And Wen Jie is no longer the same as ordinary people, and the essence of life has been greatly improved!

Strength and even longevity, it's all different!

Black, the black that you can't see your fingers.

This small compartment is isolated from the sound of the outside world and also from the light.

In the endless darkness, Su Ang felt that he was separated from the world, and a sense of loneliness arose spontaneously from the bottom of his heart.

"Stick to your heart, stick to yourself, read and be sensible!"

In the divine court, Tang Bohu said with a solemnity that he had never had: "Wenjie cultivates himself, Qi family, governs the country, and equalizes the world, the purpose is the same, but everyone has their own persistence and their own heart! They all say that scholars strategize, and they all say that scholars know the world without going out, but for scholars, loneliness is an indispensable process! Su Jiazi Su Ang, you have to remember this kind of loneliness, and you must remember that although we have taught you, we have never thought of letting you follow the path of any one of us! You are you, you are just yourself! Keep your heart! Know how to do things, go your own way!"

After Su Ang nodded, his mind suddenly felt dizzy, as if he was driving a small boat through the mountains and gorges, and was miserable in the cold smoke of winter water.

When he opened his eyes, he had already been pulled into the Eyebrow Divine Court, and Tang Bohu, who was dressed in an ancient satin crane, with a golden ribbon of Buddha's head tied around his waist, and his long hair sprinkled like flowing water, was standing in front of him.

The folding fan was opened, and the eight beautiful pictures were facing Su Ang, Tang Bohu, who should have been suave, but his eyebrows and eyes were ten out of ten desolate: "To open up Wenshan, you need to use poetry, and the level of poetry also represents the depth of your roots!

"Righteous song?" Su Ang was stunned.

"That's right!"

Tang Bohu laughed wantonly: "The song of righteousness is composed by Wen Tianxiang. In Qi Tai Shi Jian, in Jin Dong Fox Pen.

In Qin Zhang Liangshi, in the Han Su Wu Festival. For General Yan's head, for Ji's blood. For Zhang Suiyang's teeth, for Yan Changshan's tongue.

Or for the Liaodong hat, clear the ice and snow. Or for the teacher's table, the ghosts and gods weep strongly. Or to cross the river, generously swallow the hu.

Or to fight the thief wat and crack the reverse vertical head! It includes several members of the Twelve Dynasties, and it will definitely be able to lay an immortal foundation for you!"

Hearing this, Su Ang stepped back, raised his hand, and pointed at Tang Bohu.

That's right, "Song of Righteousness" can lay a particularly strong foundation for himself, but it is easy to deceive others, but it is difficult to deceive the sky! Tang Bohu can recite poetry instead of himself, because it is in his own divine court, it can indeed be regarded as his own composition, but there is a prerequisite, that is, before opening up Wenshan, Tang Bohu's soul is scattered!

No wonder Tang Bohu said that his life was short! This is to use his soul to scatter and achieve his immortal foundation!

"Half a life of loneliness and madness, the sky is full of talent and love Tang Bohu......"

"Pain, wailing, weeping unspeakable......"

"Brother Bohu, go all the way!"

The world of the Divine Court was dim, and "Wenhao Lu" loomed in the sky, and soon disappeared. Everyone in the Twelve Dynasties mourned Tang Bohu, but they didn't say too much, when they opened up Wenshan for Su Ang, they had to hide in the deepest depths.

Raising his head, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, Tang Bohu smiled lightly. This is what everyone in the Twelve Dynasties has long discussed, and the candidate to lay an immortal foundation for Su Ang was won by himself!

Those who are stronger than him need to continue to help Su Ang, and those who are weaker than him can't compete with him.

At his insistence, today is the time for him to sing generously with his life!

"Little Housheng," he shouted, and Tang Bohu wanted to say a few more words.

But at this time, Su Ang, who was facing him with a frightened face, suddenly smiled, and then, Su Ang's soul dissipated, but he left the divine court and returned to his physical body.

Tang Bohu was dumbfounded.

When Su Ang returned to the physical body, he was no longer in the divine court, even if he sang generously with his life, the sky would not count on Su Ang's head. Su Ang, what is this little offspring going to do?

"Come back, what the hell are you going to do?"

"Now you can shoot only one "Acacia", this is a love poem, and Xuan He's level is too low!"

"Su Ang, don't mess around!"

His eyebrows jumped, and in the divine court, Tang Bohu, who was thunderous, wanted to pull Su Ang into it again, but Su Ang, who was prepared, stood firmly in the darkness of the compartment.

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, Su Ang opened his eyes, and at this time, he could feel the power of the sentient beings who were constantly swallowing the six townships, thirty-nine pavilions, and countless villages in Chen'an County. The cubicle was still pitch black, but suddenly, he saw the firelight flickering, the cubicle flickering on and off, and the light distorted like a snake.

The wishing power of all beings is incorporated into the body, and the bamboo slips of "Wenhaolu", the ten palace lamps at the head of the Jane, are half lit up with a swish, which means that the concentration of the willpower of all beings in Su Ang's body is very high, and it also makes Su Ang smile.

"Su Ang, don't mess around!" Tang Bohu exclaimed.

Su Ang didn't reply, what was filtered in his mind was the teaching that Tang Bohu had just given. Tang Bohu said that he was just himself! He had to keep his own heart! He had to understand his own affairs! He had to follow his own path! Su Ang particularly recognized these things, but he felt that "Song of Righteousness" did not conform to his ideas at all!

"Zhang Liang, Su Wu, Zhuge Liang, in so many sentences of "Song of Righteousness", I only remember these three people, and I don't know much, use this to lay the foundation, what about making trouble?"

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the smile couldn't help but bring a little warmth, Tang Bohu has never accepted his apprenticeship, but he wants to use his life to achieve himself, not to mention anything else, this one has warmed his heart.

Tang Bohu, you teacher, Lao Tzu has to worship, and you must make your teacher proud of his disciples!

Thinking of this, Su Ang laughed and raised his hands high, as if embracing the blue sky. Tang Bohu said that he only has one song "Acacia", which is actually wrong, maybe he can't write such a high-level chapter, but when he opens up Wenshan and doesn't need to use his talents, he still has one!

A poem that the hot-blooded teenagers and young people of the 21st century absolutely like, absolutely understand, and never forget!

Not to mention that the understanding is thorough, he dares to say that it can reach more than fifty percent!

Boldness!

Boldness!

Boldness!

The blood is burning!

Su Ang raised his head and sang generously:

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is only recklessness, and the river is up and down, and it is suddenly surging.

Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test.

It must be a sunny day, and look at the red dress, which is extraordinarily enchanting.

There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists.

Pity the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty, slightly lose the literary talent, and the Tang Dynasty and Song Ancestors, slightly inferior to the coquettish.

A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle.

The past, a few romantic characters, and a ....................................

Today!!!!!!"

Good writing! Good poetry! Good spirit!

Tang Bohu was stunned, and after a long time, he said in a dry voice: "What kind of poem is this? Could it be that Su Ang, a young descendant, could make such a chapter?"

"It's "Qinyuan Spring Snow". At that time, you were asleep, so I don't know, if the person who wrote this article was in "Wenhao Lu", I wouldn't have the face to see him. Later Tang Emperor Li Yu fell down.

"That one, a certain person also admires fiercely, but what a certain cares about most now is whether Su Xiaozi can open up Wenshan!"

Xin Qiji, who was known as the first old boy of the Great Song Dynasty in later generations, also fell, gritting his teeth, looking resentful and wanting to gnaw Su Ang's meat. He and Tang Bohu glanced at each other, and suddenly clicked their fingers, drawing out the rolling waves, and the bright moon and sun.

"Understandable?"

After investigating, the two were stunned, and then laughed.

If you understand it thoroughly, then there is no problem, Su Ang can use "Qinyuan Spring and Snow" to open up Wenshan, and the foundation laid with such bold poems will not be half a point worse than "Song of Righteousness".

They waited, and so did Suang, solemnly.

In the Eyebrow Divine Court, it was like a drowsy apocalypse, thousands of rivers and mountains had long since fallen, and the sky was full of dust. The so-called opening up of Wenshan, as well as the cultivation after Wenjie, is a process of opening up the world in the divine court.

There will be mountain peaks surging, simmering torches circling up the mountain, lighting up the flame of hope, the scene is grand, but also beautiful, everyone in the Twelve Dynasties and Su Ang himself, all pay attention to the divine court, waiting for the moment when Wenshan opens up!

In a quarter of an hour, the court of God was stable;

For two quarters of an hour, the Divine Court remained unchanged.

Everyone in the Twelve Dynasties was dumbfounded, and Su Ang was also dumbfounded, not knowing why this was the case, but in the outside world of the compartment, it had long been a mess.

In the middle of spring, the weather should be gradually hotter, but at this time, although it is still a warm spring breeze, there is a snow-white crystal, slowly sprinkled from the sky.

The snow is not cold, but it is incomparably luster;

This snow is beautiful, but it has a lot of courage!

At this time, the outside world is - the spring is still there, and the sky is full of snow!