"What's going on?"

Seeing that Lin Hu vomited blood, Master Yue Buqun Cen couldn't care about the shock brought to them by "Will Enter the Wine", and hurriedly stepped forward and asked with concern.

Yue Buqun grabbed Lin Hu's right hand, and Zhenyuan poured into Lin Hu's body like a stream, and began to check his question.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that Yue Buqun didn't speak for a long time, Master Cen couldn't help much, so he could only stand aside and be anxious.

After a long time, Yue Buqun stopped the movements in his hand, and then glanced at Lin Hu very strangely and said, "It's okay, it's just that the tone is insufficient." ”

"Lack of style? Whew, that shouldn't be a big problem. ”

Lin Hu saw that Yue Buqun and Master Cen looked relieved, but he was very puzzled, and immediately said, "What is a lack of culture?"

For Lin Hu's question, neither Yue Buqun nor Master Cen was surprised, after all, he had only entered Confucianism for a short time, and it was normal for him not to know many things, and under Yue Buqun's slow explanation, Lin Hu finally knew why he was in this situation.

But it turned out that when the heavens and the earth first opened, there were three thousand avenues between the heavens and the earth, and the martial arts that Lin Hu was familiar with was one of them.

Of course, Confucianism does not follow the martial arts, but the literary way.

The literati of this world are not as powerless as Lin Hu in his previous life, and some great Confucian scholars are not much worse than martial arts powerhouses.

According to a record that Lin Hu had read, millions of years ago, there were foreign demons who wanted to invade this world, and at that time, the sky was filled with tens of millions of alien demons.

At this moment, a great sage of Wendao stroked in the void with a pen, and used his supreme mana to open up a spatial crack containing endless wind and thunderstorm in the void, which blocked the demon army for more than half a month, and bought time for other strong people to come.

There are many monks in this world, but the one who stands at the top is undoubtedly Confucius.

Confucius's comprehension of literature and Taoism is unparalleled. And in the middle of the Wendao, he opened up a Hongru road of his own, which in some respects is not much different from Lin Hu's understanding of sanctification.

At some moments, Confucianism and Taoism represent Wendao, and Wendao is Confucianism. Before the rise of novelists, almost all monks who followed the path of literature practiced Confucianism and Taoism, and generally the great sages of literature and Taoism were referred to as the great sages of Confucianism.

Of course, this is just the popular view of the world, if Wendao is Confucianism, then Confucius's title should be Wensheng, not Confucianism.

However, Confucius's contribution to later generations of literati was indelible, and countless monks who sought in literature and Taoism made rapid progress through Confucianism and Taoism.

The most typical. It's Mencius.

Mencius not only had a deep understanding of Confucianism and Taoism, but also walked out of his own Haoran Avenue in Confucius's Confucianism and Taoism.

It's just that his Tao is not perfect, and in time, if he can really perfect the way of Haoran, then he will be an existence no less than Confucius.

Confucianism and Taoism are powerful, but if there are literati who dare to openly say that Confucianism and Taoism are Wendao. Then, the novelist will be the first to express his dissatisfaction.

Because novelists also follow the path of literature. If Confucianism and Taoism are regarded as literary Taoism, how will novelists deal with themselves.

But if they are not convinced, who let their novelists not appear a character like Confucius?

Originally, Situ Wenbin, the ancestor of the novelist, also had this qualification and possibility, but who let him die young because of too much luck consumed by a copy of "The Way of the World"?

In the face of powerful Confucianism, novelists are even unhappy. I can only pinch my nose and endure it.

Although novelists have gradually risen, Confucianism and Taoism are still the mainstream of literature and Taoism, and in this regard, novelists can only squeeze the tiger whiskers of Confucianism on issues similar to Qingfeng Study, and really want to overturn Confucianism. They are still more than a point or two.

The monks of the pure path of literature are different from the monks of the martial arts, the monks of the martial arts rely on the true qi, and the monks of the culture and the way of the monks have to rely on the spirit of the culture.

The style is also diverse, for example, the Haoran Qi that Lin Hu is cultivating now can be regarded as a variant of the style.

The literati also acquired the literary qi in a different way than the martial artists, and the literary qi needed to be obtained from books, in other words, the literati reading books was actually not much different from the monks meditating and practicing.

The more advanced way of attacking the literati is to release the literary qi in the form of words or articles and poems, and those who can do this are all literary masters.

At least Lin Hu can't do it now, he is still in the stage of "raising" qi, and at present, he can only blast out the Haoran qi in the simplest form, and if he wants to turn the literary qi into words and poems, at least he has to wait for him to reach the innate.

The reason why Yue Buqun is so surprised is here, Lin Hu's act of writing "Will Enter the Wine" is placed among the martial artists, which is tantamount to a junior who has just learned martial arts for a long time to create a peerless magic skill, and anyone will be scared.

These poems and essays are not written just as they want to be, when it comes to a certain height, they will consume literary energy, and the higher the level, the more it will be consumed.

Originally, this is a normal thing among literati, after all, everyone who can write top-level poetry articles is everyone who reads poetry books, and the accumulation of their own literary atmosphere has already reached a rather terrifying point.

But Lin Hu is a strange person, and he doesn't have much literary tone, in other words, he hasn't read much books, but he can write peerless poems like "Will Enter the Wine", and those so-called prodigies who are born to know are simply not worthy of lifting shoes for him.

Thinking of this, Yue Buqun couldn't help blushing a little, thinking that he was the so-called prodigy back then, but now that he wants to write poetry, he may not even be at half the level of "Will Enter the Wine".

After listening to Yue Buqun's explanation, Lin Hu couldn't help but look inward at his chest for a while, and sure enough, the Haoran Qi in the middle dantian had been consumed, and there was not a drop left.

Seeing this, Lin Hu secretly said that it was very dangerous, but fortunately, when he was enrolled in school and at Master Cen's wedding banquet, he only wrote limericks, if he was forced to take out high-end goods like "Jiang Jin Wine", it would really be looking for death.

"Huh, that's weird. ”

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Yue Buqun's look of surprise, Lin Hu immediately asked him.

"I didn't expect Lin Hu to have such a high talent in poetry, in my opinion, the level of this "Will Enter the Wine" is first-class even in the history of poetry. ”

"Isn't there anything wrong with that?".

Lin Hu is naturally noncommittal about Yue Buqun's words, you must know that in his previous life, Li Bai was known as a poet immortal, and this "Will Enter the Wine" can be regarded as his pinnacle work, and it is normal to have this level.

"But you know, the more top-notch poetry is, the more it consumes the literary atmosphere, in my opinion, the literary atmosphere to be consumed by this "Will Enter the Wine" may not be enough even if the three of us combined, with your current literary accumulation, it is really strange that you only vomit a mouthful of blood. ”

"Isn't that a good thing? Do you think it's normal for him to be sucked and?"

At this moment, Master Cen immediately opened his mouth and said angrily to Yue Buqun.

"I'm sorry, but I'm abrupt, it's not normal for Lin boy to be able to write such poems, perhaps, he is the so-called saint!"

After listening to the conversation between Yue Buqun and Master Cen, Lin Hu gradually relaxed his mind, fortunately they didn't ask him what was going on, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to explain.

Lin Hugang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly found that Yue Buqun and Master Cen were looking at him with burning eyes.

"How...... What's wrong?" (To be continued......)

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