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Qin Feng already had the subject of plagiarism in his mind.

When I was in elementary school, I had already memorized the five-character quatrain "Climbing the Stork's Tower". But now this word is going to be changed "Dengyuelai Building", as soon as this poem comes out, this small Yuelai Inn will definitely be famous all over the world, if it weren't for the lack of suitable verses, Qin Feng didn't want to advertise for this inn, and in the final analysis, although Yuelailou is also an ancient building, it is also quite handsome, but it is not worthy of this famous poem.

Qin Feng lifted the pen and dyed the ink, was silent for three seconds, and wrote the four words Deng Yue Lailou.

"Should the scene be a poem?" Su Luo said to himself, more interested: "But when it comes to these four words, there is already everyone's demeanor!"

Qin Feng liked to imitate Wang Xizhi when he practiced calligraphy, and later came into contact with Yan Zhenqing's regular script, which was regarded as a classic.

In this era, Qin Feng's font is truly unique and fascinating.

"The day is at the end of the mountain, and the Red River flows into the sea. ”

Rhyme neatly. Su Luo nodded, but he was still a little disappointed, but when he saw Qin Feng's last two words, the whole person became excited.

"If you want to be poor, go to the next level. After Qin Feng finished writing, he nodded with satisfaction, and the brush writing he had practiced for ten years was not wasted.

"If you want to be poor, go to the next level. Su Luo muttered, the finishing touch of the last sentence made this poem rise to countless levels, especially looking at the little bit of literary atmosphere exuded by the verses, Su Luo couldn't hide his excitement, this person is naturally literary, if he doesn't enter my Shangwen Pavilion, wouldn't it be a tyrannical thing.

Qin Feng doesn't have any special functions, and he can see any literary atmosphere, but looking at this Su Gongzi's unconcealed excitement, he knows that this poem, which has been passed down through the ages in his previous life, has also made waves in this era.

As soon as this poem comes out, Yuelailou will inevitably be famous all over the world, and the foolish brother will thank Brother Qin Xian. Su Luo froze, his face was serious, and he bowed to Qin Feng.

"This Yuelai Building turned out to be Brother Su's property. Qin Feng smiled bitterly.

"The family industry is just a family, and the people of my generation who study still have to study and cultivate themselves as their own responsibility, and the way of business is inferior after all. Su Luo smiled indifferently: "Brother Qin Xian is young, the way of calligraphy already has the style of everyone, and now he also has extraordinary attainments in poetry, and the future must be limitless." ”

"It's over. Qin Feng didn't say much, just smiled modestly.

Su Luo was about to continue speaking, when a loud voice suddenly came from below.

"Childe, there's a commotion downstairs. Caidie's girl rose quietly, and Qin Feng didn't see how this girl appeared at all.

Su Luo was not the slightest frightened, and said calmly: "Let them go, they are just some ordinary people, by the way, leave this poem behind, and announce in public that the author of this poem is Brother Qin Xian." ”

Qin Feng didn't want to be high-profile, and was about to refuse, but Su Luo preemptively said: "Brother Qin, becoming famous as a teenager is not an obstacle to the tiger, as long as you are still brilliant, it will make it more convenient for you to act in the future." ”

Qin Feng was silent, but he was a little unhappy in his heart, although the language was extremely polite, but after all, he was born in everyone, and he was used to others listening to him, and he would not think from the perspective of others.

Qin Feng's goal is very simple, to show off his talents, and then to be a lifter, and then release a petty official, Qin Feng can bring a slightly comfortable life to his relatives, and it is enough to ensure that the people live and work in peace and contentment.

Su Luo couldn't help but say something, and publicized Qin Feng's poems.

Although many people don't know who Qin Feng is, with this masterpiece, the name Qin Feng has resounded throughout the Shizi Forest in Pengcheng.

What about Qin Feng? He refused Su Luo's invitation, put on his broken book basket, took the long sword left by Master Yang, and left quietly, unknown.

"Childe, you~" Caidie was a little puzzled.

Su Luo looked at the sunset outside the window, which was already half small, and said with a wry smile: "Do you want to ask me why I want to let Qin Feng go if I admire Qin Feng so much?"

Caidie nodded, he was indeed puzzled.

"Did you see that he had a sword?" asked Su Luo.

Butterfly shook her head stupidly.

"That's the sword of Zhuangmen!" Su Luo's eyes were complicated: "I saw it once ten years ago, but I didn't expect that this time, I saw it again." ”

Qin Feng looked at the broken temple in front of him and sighed, it seemed that he always had a lot of fate with this broken word, breaking the book basket, breaking the Taoist temple, and then encountering the broken temple.

Like Taoism, Buddhism also suffered the blow of destroying the world, with the world's first Buddhist temple, Leiyin Temple was exterminated by the Qin State, the world's Buddhist temples collapsed, Confucianism seems to have become the only doctrine and sect in the world, almost all of the people in the court are Confucianism, and the imperial examination is also Confucianism.

There are no Buddha statues, only dead silence, and the chirping of insects in the dark.

Qin Feng made some hay and firewood, and lit a fire while the moonlight could still shine in.

I fell asleep in a daze.

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng!"

Qin Feng was suddenly woken up while half-awake and half-asleep.

Qin Feng opened his eyes and saw Qingyue smiling warmly, looking at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't say anything.

"Shh, Brother Feng, this is the art of dreaming, my sister wants to teach you the introductory secret of Taoism, listen carefully. ”

"Dao, the mystical law, qi, the base of the body, the qi to enter the body, the refining of the gods to reverse the void, the foundation of the Tao law, in ~"

Qin Feng was dizzy when he heard this, and he only felt that countless words and pictures were forced into his mind.

"Whew!" Qin Feng looked at the haystack and stood up, looking at the still gray sky, sweating profusely.

"Draw qi into the body, refine the gods and reverse the void, refine the void and merge the Tao, and cultivate the immortals?!" Qin Feng rubbed his head, recalling the things in his mind, and did not naively think that this was just a meaningless dream, that cheap sister was really not an ordinary character.

Qin Feng sat for a long time, then suddenly took out the small porcelain bottle from his arms, took out a hundred flower pills, and swallowed it.

A scorching air flow was born out of thin air from the dantian, Qin Feng gritted his teeth and sat upright, carefully feeling the feeling brought by this hot flow, scorching, stinging, flowing from the dantian into the meridians, the tingling sensation spread throughout the body, Qin Feng forcibly endured the great pain, but found that his eyes were getting more and more blurry, and gradually, he could no longer see the things in front of him.

"Grandpa, this little brother has fainted!"

This was the only word Qin Feng heard before he entered a coma, like a girl's voice~

In the coma, he seemed to hear Sister Cheap's words again, and remembered the getaway that Mr. Yang read to him.

"Ahh