"The treasure left by the longbow Confucian?"

Xie Dongliu exclaimed, came to Zhang Yi in three steps and two steps, and bowed deeply to the two Wenbao on the desk.

This heavy gift naturally has nothing to do with Zhang Yi and the two treasures, what he reveres is the Terran Confucian who almost wrote the "Water Demon Sutra" and fought to the death with the great sages of the water tribe.

Yang Dong, Liu Junshou, and most of the scholars present all stood up straight, and then bowed deeply to the two Wenbao, and only raised their heads after a while.

The Chen Mansion scholars led by Chen Donggu turned blue and white for a while, but they could only say nothing because of important occasions such as the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Zhang Yi turned around and returned the salute, he did not speak, this salute is not only as a return gift for the ancestors of the descendants of the Zhang family, but also as a scholar, thanks to the longbow Confucian.

Then, he held his breath and calmed his mind...... Writing poetry is a sacred thing, and clearing your thoughts is the right way.

Yan Kuan, a disciple of Great Confucianism, shouted loudly again: "Zhang Jieyuan, do you still need to write for you today? Last time, the first poem of your half Zhenguo poem disappeared, and my master taught me a very good lesson, so I must bring back the first copy of one of your Zhenguo articles to him." ”

Zhang Yi smiled slightly: "Thank you, Brother Yan, just now all the scholars mentioned the ancestors, this poem is related to the ancestors, or Zhang Yi himself wrote it." As for the first book of Zhenguo's article, "Ai Lian Said" and "Yanqiu Ci", I can give them to Brother Yan. ”

"Thank you Zhang Jieyuan, then I'm welcome. Yan Kuan got what he wanted and hurriedly silenced.

Not to mention Yan Kuan, even the entire Yingxian upstairs seemed silent for a moment. Just because Zhang Yi said that this poem was related to Longbow Confucianism, they didn't dare to blaspheme it at all.

Thousands of years have passed, and the longbow Confucianism still has no great sages in the hearts of the Great Zhou scholars.

"Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking Dadan, drunk, making this article, and cherishing the ancestor longbow. ”

After dozens of breaths of silence, Zhang Yi began to write a preface.

Xie Dongliu and others stood behind him and saw him write the four big characters "Water Tune Song Head" on the prologue.

The name of the word "Water Tune Song Head" is still inseparable from the emperor Li Longji of the Great Zhou Dynasty thousands of years ago, and it is also very related to Zhang Changgong, who had not yet achieved Confucianism at that time.

The first poem made with the name of the word "Water Tune Song Head" was presented by Zhang Changgong when Li Longji, the son of heaven, traveled to a hundred countries and arrived in the capital of the East Jin River.

There is a historical record: "The emperor placed the restaurant upstairs, ordered to make music, and there were people who entered the "Water Tune Song", and the emperor asked who was this song, and said the longbow. The emperor said, a true talent. ”

Zhang Yi today commemorates the longbow Confucian, and even composes poems with the name of the word brand he invented, which undoubtedly makes the readers present awe-inspired.

"When is the bright moon? ”

Zhang Yifang had just written the first sentence, and on the desk, the rice paper suddenly emitted five layers of treasure light! Infinite literary qi was once again injected into his body from the dark void, lifting the robes of Xie Dongliu and the others behind him.

The rice paper piled up on the desk in front of Zhang Yi danced, and in the entire Yingxian Building, the paper and bamboo slips, and even the books carried by many readers began to beat.

"Dancing visions of paper scrolls?"

Xie Dongliu and the others widened their eyes, this is not in the Academy of Literature, there is no Shushan Phantom Bonus here, which can cause a vision, indicating that this poem already has the spirit of Zhenguo.

But everyone present didn't understand that Zhang Yi only wrote one sentence, how could he have the momentum of the town? Could it be that even the heavens were moved by the spirit of the longbow Confucian.

Zhang Yiwu and I played twice, and I didn't notice the rest of the things at all, and the spirit of the whole person was integrated into this poem. And with the vision of the paper scroll dancing together, and with the blessing of the literary qi in the dark void, he did not notice that the literary qi in his body was consumed, and the dragon flew and the phoenix danced in the pen, and the first half of the words were written in a moment.

"I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is not cold. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?"

With Zhang Yi's writing, every time he writes a sentence, there is an extra layer of treasure on the entire rice paper. After the first half of the writing was completed, eight layers of treasure light were already emitted on the rice paper.

Half a word town country!

Zhang Yi did such an unbelievable thing again, which made all the readers in the audience sluggish, and even Jinshi like Xie Dongliu, Chen Donggu, and Chen Shuwen could hardly come back to their senses.

"Knock knock!"

The Fuwen Institute is the closest to Yingxian Tower, and at the moment when Zhang Yi said half a word to Zhenguo, the golden bell in the Wenyuan rang for a long time, which was rapid and powerful, and it was even more terrifying than the government examination that day.

At the moment when the golden bell of the Fuwen Academy rang, the Longgong City County Literary Academy, and even all the imperial court literary institutes in Baima County, at the same moment, the golden bell rang in unison.

In the past, most of them, whether they were scholars or ordinary people, had already entered their dreams. But tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and most of the people of Hakuba County are celebrating the festival, when the golden bell in the Academy of Literature suddenly rang, making their eyes look at the Academy of Literature, not knowing what happened.

This was just the beginning, the long sound of the golden bell quickly radiated outside of Baima County, and in less than a quarter of an hour, all the literary institutes in the entire Tianliang Prefecture rang the golden bell.

Half an hour later, even the real bell in the Nandu Guowen Academy was buzzing, and the lords and old ministers of the Fuliu Kingdom, who were celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival in the imperial garden, hurriedly got into the imperial car and various luxury cars and rushed to the Guowen Academy.

......

"My God, Zhang Jieyuan's poem, is it to be famous all over the world and immortal?" a person couldn't help but exclaim, waking up most of the people present from their confusion.

The scholars were about to discuss, but Xie Dongliu used his literary tone to deter him, he looked at Zhang Yi, who was still writing, and said in a low voice: "If it is really a poem that has been interrupted by you, can you bear such a crime?"

The highest quality of the article is passed down to the world, also known as the world, which means that the name is passed on to the world and immortal. Even if the poem of Zhenguo can shake a country, maybe some people will remember it after a thousand years, but after 10,000 years, it is almost difficult for anyone to remember.

However, even if the article reaches the level of inheritance, even after tens of thousands of years, it will still be imprinted in the major ancient books, passed down by the mouth of the world's readers, and passed on immortally.

Zhenguo poems have the posture of Confucianism, which can only be said to be praise. But if someone says that only the poetry of the world has the posture of Confucianism, it is definitely deserved.

The talented people who can make hand-me-down articles in history, except for those who fell in the war between the water demon and the human race or died in the rebellion, all of them have achieved great Confucianism without exception.

......

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

Zhang Yi turned a deaf ear and quickly finished writing the second half of the que. As the whole poem was written, the ten-layer treasure light general couldn't open the eyes of the readers present.

Words are passed on to the world!

"Bang!"

In the Yingxian Tower, there was a loud bang in the body of the county commander of Longbow City, and he fell to the ground and spat blood, his eyes were wide open, and he was full of disbelief.

At this moment, except for Chen Donggu, no one looked at him anymore. Everyone jumped, elated, rejoicing, nothing less.

(To be continued.) )