Zhou Moran's house, sure enough, there are many collections, and Yang Can picked a copy of "Ananda Heart Sutra".

This is written three hundred years ago by a great calligrapher Ananda monk in the Qin State, and the words reveal Zen between the lines.

Monk Ananda was born in a commoner, talented, even in the three yuan, for a while, high-spirited, famous all over the world.

Who knew that when he was preparing for the exam carefully, he was plotted by someone and blinded, so he naturally couldn't participate in the Jinshi exam.

It was a very dark time.

The monk Ananda used to be extremely decadent, and he used wine to drown his sorrows every day, like walking with a corpse.

It wasn't until he met Master Nameless that a Zen saying woke him up: "Even though you have no eyes, but you still have a heart, why not take your heart as your goal and create a brilliant life." ”

Daigo empowerment.

Ananda woke up instantly, so he followed the master into the mountain to practice, and finally the poetry, calligraphy and Zen method tended to be complete, especially calligraphy, famous all over the world.

This "Ananda Heart Sutra" is a scripture written by Ananda when he was just a monk, and it has high historical value, but I didn't expect it to be hidden in Zhou Moran's house.

Zhou Moran felt a little heartache, this is the treasure among the treasures in his collection, but he didn't expect Yang Can to write well and his eyesight is so good.

In recent days, Yang Can felt that his life was too impetuous and lost his grandmaster demeanor, so he decided to change his mind and strengthen his cultivation from now on.

In his spare days, Yang Can worked hard to quench his body on the one hand, and cultivated the Frost Palm and Fire Fist on the other hand, and the two exercises gradually tended to be successful.

In addition to practicing, Yang Can continued to read and write, focusing on poetry, calligraphy and painting, and reading some Buddhist and Taoist books.

During this period, Nangong Duan and Pang Zheng kept sending people over to provoke, and Yang Can hid. Don't compete with them for a while.

Yang Can's strength is getting higher and higher, and his attack power is getting stronger and stronger, but he has never been able to break through to the innate realm.

Innate martial artist is a very magical realm, and it is not enough to rely on the increase in strength alone. An epiphany is needed.

Yang Can is waiting for an opportunity.

The day of the literary examination has finally arrived.

Yang Can's heart is full of longing, after working hard for so many days, it is finally time to harvest, and I hope that what will greet him is not a blow to the head.

For this literary examination, all people attach great importance to it, and if they can become a showman, even if they really have fame, no matter where they go. They will all be looked down upon.

There are more than 100 candidates in the Academy of Liberal Arts, all of whom are full of solemnity, and they are all looking forward to this day when they will soar to the sky.

Whether it is a dragon or a snake, it depends on the result of this competition, which is the embodiment of their comprehensive strength.

Everything can only rely on themselves, and no one else can interfere.

For those in power. Maybe it will take care of it a little, but even if it is taken care of. The extent is limited, and no one dares to risk the condemnation of the world.

As for those outstanding candidates, such as Yan Nansong and others, they are not only competing for a show, but also a good ranking, after all, the reward of the Academy of Literature. It's very thick.

In particular, being able to win the first place, not only can you get a spiritual book, but also have the opportunity to reconcile with Hanyue Qinse, it is simply a double harvest of money, how can it not make people's hearts surge.

The three examiners of this literary examination. It is Chen Hua, the dean of the Academy of Literature, Nancy, the county magistrate of Qingshui County, and one other person, who is the retired prefect Pang Longyuan.

Under the leadership of the three chief examiners, all the candidates paid homage to the statue of Confucius, and everyone's face was extremely reverent.

This time, it was different, and a dazzling white light flew from the distant sky, enveloping everyone inside.

Everyone felt that a surging power rose from their hearts, and when they merged with the white light in front of them, their minds became more agile, and their hearts were much less distracted.

Especially Yang Can, he only felt a shock all over his body, and his originally impetuous heart suddenly calmed down.

This time, I don't seek the first, I don't seek fame, I don't want to compete with others, I only seek literature.

"Thank you, saint, for your mercy. Everyone in the audience was full of joy in their hearts, and under the leadership of Chen Hua and the three of them, they thanked them together.

Chen Hua and the others all had shocked faces on their faces, and the airborne talent of the Holy Academy showed that they attached great importance to Qingshui County's literary examination.

Because of this, they can't take it lightly, and they must do a good job in this literary examination and not disappoint the Holy Academy.

Yang Can came to the familiar examination room, and his heart suddenly calmed down.

Open the first volume, it is a test of poetry.

There is no limit to the number of poems that are required to be written for the country and the people, but they must be completed within the specified time.

If there is a bad one, it will be a drag.

Because of the countless poems in his previous life, Yang Can is extremely good at poetry, but it is not easy to really choose the best of the best and select good poems.

Yang Can in his past life and present life is integrated, and in his heart, he also has a deep sense of belonging to this Qin country, and he is also extremely concerned about the people's livelihood here.

The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband.

Yang Can asked himself that he could not reach the level of the sages, but when the country was in danger, he was also unwilling to lag behind, and was willing to do his best to save the people from fire and water.

"Nanguo Chapter. ”

Yang Can wrote the name of this poem, only to feel that the blood in his heart was full of blood, and he was completely driven by the artistic conception of this poem.

Surge forward.

In the examination house where Yang Can was, it was completely shrouded in a layer of white light, and the righteousness of heaven and earth was born one after another.

"Could it be that there are candidates who have written the Mingzhou poem?" Chen Hua's face was full of shock.

"I'm afraid that's not only that, it's very likely that this article will be a poem out of Zhenguo? Could it be that there are still such characters hidden in our Qingshui County?" Pang Longyuan gasped.

Among the three, Pang Longyuan is the most well-informed, and in his life, he has seen the appearance of Zhenguo poems.

It's just that even Pang Longyuan has only seen it once, so can he be lucky enough to see it a second time in this talent test.

Brush!

An invisible force flew from afar, shielding the situation inside Yang Can's house, and there was suddenly silence outside.

Chen Hua and the three of them had already gotten up, but now they all sat down, and what happened just now turned out to be just an illusion.

In the examination room.

The white light became more and more abundant, and Yang Can had to use Tai Chi Kung Fu to maintain a peaceful state of mind.

"Why don't you take Wu Hook and collect the fifteen states of Guanshan?

Yang Can had just finished writing, and he saw the poem in front of him. Suddenly disappeared.

In front of him, there was another manuscript, and the poem was exactly the same poem, with similar handwriting, but the verve was completely different.

"Who stole the original of my psalms?" Yang Can couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

No matter who it is, the other party must be a person with great skills. Yang Can's strength is not enough, so he can only be at the mercy of the other party.

After writing one, the white light slowly dissipated, obviously the other party thought that Yang Can could write such a poem, which was the limit.

Yang Can has been immersed in the artistic conception of the poem for a long time, if he does not experience it with his heart and use his life to comprehend it, he will not be able to understand the original author's feelings for this poem. The poems written will be less verve.

When writing this poem, Yang Can completely regarded him as a poet Li He, and used two questions in a row, frustrated and agitated, and wrote directly in his heart, writing about the pain of his family and country and the sorrow of his life experience.

The whole poem is majestic and full of pride. After reading it, people can't wait to go to the battlefield on the spot. Serve the country and the people, and volunteer for this life.

After a long time, Yang Can's mood calmed down and began to brew the second poem.

"Out of the plug. ”

Yang Can had just written a topic, and the pride in his heart immediately stirred the world.

The white light that just disappeared. It appeared in an instant, enveloping the entire room, and soaring into the air.

Chen Hua and the others had just stood up, and before they could fully determine their location, they felt that the white light disappeared in an instant.

"What's going on today. Always hallucinating, even drinking a cup of tea, is it restless?" The three of them smiled bitterly, feeling that their composure was not enough.

"In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned. But to make the dragon city fly will not teach Humadu Yin Mountain. ”

The vision produced by this poem is similar to that of the southern kingdom just now, and it is also a void and bright, which makes people dare not look at it.

Yang Can just finished writing.

Sou!

The poems disappeared without a trace, and a poem manuscript appeared in place, which was an imitation of Yang Can.

The hands and feet are stretched long enough and fast enough.

In addition to smiling bitterly, Yang Can still smiled bitterly, he couldn't stop it, and he couldn't stop it.

Only these are not enough, Yang Can's excited heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

In the previous life, those famous articles from the military flashed in his mind one by one, and Yang Can finally decided to choose Yang Jiong's military service.

"From the Army".

As soon as Yang Can wrote these three words, he saw that the white light in the room was even stronger, and there was a faint sound of conquest.

People are in the examination house, and their hearts are at the border.

Suddenly, Yang Can fully realized the poetry, not that these poems are good, but the poet's feelings, even though they have passed through the ages, they will not be extinguished, illuminating the world.

When writing poetry, you should write good poetry, and you should be a good person.

The original selfish distractions in Yang Can's heart have been completely cleaned, he is writing poems, and at the same time he is experiencing the feelings of poets, only in this way can he write touching poems.

"The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and my heart is uneven. ”

It's just that from these two poems, Yang Can seems to see that the fireworks at the border pass have shone in front of him.

Enemy soldiers invaded the territory and came in droves.

If in this case, he is still drunk and dreaming of death, it is really in vain, Yang Can only feels that his whole body is full of strength.

This kind of power, different from the practice of martial arts, is completely the righteousness between heaven and earth, if you can cultivate more, its person must be an upright person, acting in life, must be upright, every move, can show the sun and the moon.

"Yazhang resigned from the phoenix, and rode around the dragon city.

From these two poems, Yang Can seems to see the soldiers who went out on the expedition, bidding farewell to the Beijing Division, the military prestige is prosperous, and there is no difference for a while, and he quickly arrives at the location and surrounds the opponent.

The country is strong and the army is strong.

This is an invincible momentum, with such soldiers and horses, it is bound to sweep the world and drive out the Hulu.

"The snow is dark and the flag is painted, and the wind is mixed with the sound of drums. ”

Yang Can faintly saw that the wind and snow were dim, making the military flag look bleak, and the wind was wild, faintly mixed with the sound of drums.

In this situation, how can it not make people's blood boil, and they can't wait to participate in it and kill the enemy with a knife.

"It is better to be a centurion than to be a scholar. ”

After Yang Can wrote this poem, he only felt a burst of injustice in his heart, and he couldn't wait to leave the examination room, go to the border to kill the enemy, drive out the Tartars, and return my rivers and mountains.

"Good, good, this poem will spread all over the world. Young man, work hard, the hope of the human race may be pinned on you. ”

Suddenly, a loud shout sounded in front of Yang Can, and the poem in front of him disappeared in an instant.

As the saying goes, the dragon sees the head but does not see the end, and the ghost does not know the poem in person. (To be continued.) )

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