(Continue to be hungry and thirsty for Sanjiang votes, and some hurry up to vote!)

It was nearly dusk, and the sunset was setting in the west, dyed red for half a day, very solemn and solemn.

"Smoke towards the evening, Xiao Xiaoden is steep, the sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk......"

Wu Wencai's recitation came out in such an environment, which happened to reflect the current artistic conception, and everyone listened to it, and there was an inexplicable feeling in their hearts.

Good poetry!

In particular, the concluding sentence, although simple and simple, seems to come out casually and easily, but it expresses a philosophy of life that can resonate with everyone.

Several gentlemen from Minghua Academy were even more surprised, looking at each other, and they couldn't imagine that Chen Jianchen could write such a classic poem.

They involuntarily chewed on these four lines of poetry over and over again, and the more they thought about it, the more they thought about it, the more simple it became, and the faint sigh and sorrow in it seemed to be the xiōng arms of a person who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, not like a seventeen-year-old boy Xiucai could write.

It's just that the facts are in front of them, and they can't believe it.

In this way, it can only be explained by "clever hands".

"Good poetry!"

But it was Nie Xiaoqian who was the first to applaud, and then there was a wave of applause.

Such a warm reaction made Wu Wencai seem to be unable to advance or retreat, which was quite embarrassing, but he hated it in his heart: he never expected that he would stumble on the other party, and instead of tripping Chen Jianchen, he would achieve his reputation.

In the Tiantong Dynasty, the style of writing was at its peak, the meaning of the text was one, but the poetry and song were another, often a good poem was made, it could be spread all over the north and south of the river at a very fast speed, and it was widely known to the world. And some poets who are not good at scripture and righteousness, in order to have a good future, will also painstakingly make poems and give them to the powerful to read, in order to be appreciated. Those who don't have a way will even read their works aloud on a boat or at other appropriate times, and if they happen to be heard by "Bole", they will also get the opportunity to be introduced.

Now that Chen Jianchen has made this first five uniques, I believe it will not take long for it to spread all over the world and be talked about. At present, he has naturally become a "red man", surrounded by a group of female students from Qingxue Academy, asking him to continue to write a few good poems.

When Wang Fu saw it, he couldn't wait to "replace it", but he was more self-aware, and thought about it: Liuxian has a deep friendship with himself, Liuxian is talented, and has a bright future, so wouldn't he be able to ascend to heaven......

The outing of the two colleges ended in a lively situation, and everyone went down the mountain on their shoulders and rushed back to Jiangzhou in a carriage.

It's just that Chen Jianchen still chose to walk, he glanced back when he left, and saw that Huang Lao'er was cleaning up the chair and table, and a thought flashed in his heart, but he didn't stay anymore and went down the mountain.

At this time, on the summit of Beacon Mountain, the tourists have dispersed.

The sun is sinking in the west, and the sky is getting darker and darker.

In the tea shop, Huang Lao'er suddenly got up, his body suddenly straightened, and he no longer looked like he was slightly hunched in front of everyone, he walked with his hands in his hands, and walked to the pillar to see the poems left by Chen Jianchen.

Airplanes!

Strange changes abruptly, on the pen and ink, the last word: the word "inscription" suddenly emitted a light.

The light was like hemp, and suddenly it became two, and they shot at Huang Lao'er's eyes like pinpoints and needles.

Hey!

Huang Lao'er let out an exclamation, his eyelids drooped quickly, and his eyes were locked.

Snort!

Two white rays of light struck his eyelids, which looked very dry, and suddenly they were like hitting iron stones, and they were instantly knocked away, and there was no trace of them.

"Righteousness?"

Huang Lao'er Huo Ran opened his eyes, and his eyes burst out, where did he look like an old man in the twilight of the West Mountain?

"Could it be that he is the scholar who has condensed righteousness as the stone mountain god said?"

Huang Lao'er muttered to himself, his face quickly returned to normal, and he muttered for a long time before slowly walking back to the tea shop and sitting down at a table.

There was a pot of tea on the table, steaming hot. There was a teacup in front of Huang Lao'er, and there was also a teacup on the opposite side of him.

It was as if he was waiting for a guest to arrive.

The sun finally fell completely, and the night swept up, scattering the scattered stars, and a bright moon.

"You're here. ”

Huang Lao'er suddenly spoke.

"I'm coming. ”

Someone on the other side answered, but there was no figure in sight.

Call!

At this time, the teapot on the table suddenly moved out of thin air, as if there was a hand holding it in the void, first poured a cup of tea into the teacup in front of Huang Lao'er, then turned around and poured tea into the teacup on the other side.

"I'm leaving......"

Huang Lao'er picked up the teacup and took a sip gently.

"Seriously?"

The voice of the void is ethereal and agile, and it seems to have no emotion.

"Well, today, I met the scholar you are talking about, and he inscribed a poem on the pillar, and there is a word in it that contains righteousness. ”

"But you're not hurt. ”

"Almost. ”

There was a moment of silence, and then the voice asked faintly, "Where are you going?"

Huang Lao'er's eyes flickered, and he said: "I heard that there is an abandoned temple in Zhejiang, the scale is not small, I can take the body to live there." ”

"Is that so...... Hey, it looks like we're going to have a hard time getting together for tea in the future. ”

Huang Lao'er said: "You are the god of the mountain, and you are not allowed to leave your post without permission." However, after I have practiced the Faxiang, I can come to see you casually. ”

"Hehe, the body of the law is easy to say, but it is difficult. Although you have been cultivating for nearly a thousand years, it is still difficult. ”

Huang Lao'er snorted and said, "There will always be a day when it will be achieved." ”

"I wish that day would have come sooner. ”

Huang Lao'er changed the topic: "You yīn si, after suffering such a big loss, will you really stop dealing with that scholar? This is not like Wang Chenghuang's style." ”

"What can I do? Besides, Guanghan's bull's nose came forward, his cultivation was unfathomable, and he was an elder of Laoshan Mountain, so he couldn't push his face. ”

Huang Lao'er's eyes flashed: "That scholar actually has a friendship with Guanghan?"

"I don't know, it is said that Guang Han wanted to take scholars as apprentices, I don't know why there was no harvest later, but in any case, this good fate is there, and Lord Chenghuang is not good at being a villain. ”

Huang Lao'er smiled and said leisurely: "Okay, I'm going to leave anyway, but I don't bother to care about this matter." ”

The voice suddenly said, "Actually, it's a good choice for you to leave." Today, I saw a Shushan swordsman drifting on the Jianjiang River, you are here, sooner or later he will find you. ”

"Shushan swordsmen? Even some of them have been born? This world is really going to be chaotic. ”

"Whether it's troubled times or prosperous times, it's the same for you and me...... Well, by the way, what is the name of the Zhezhou temple you are going to? ”

"Ranruo Temple ......"

c@。