Bai Lanxuan, a high-end consumption place, is a famous store that most people who travel to the capital must 'check in'.

Now, the atmosphere in the hall is very warm.

"Zhu Ganglie, be cautious!"

Five or six Confucian scholars dressed in the same costume approached.

It was the light drink of the woman at the head.

I saw that her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her goose egg face was slightly unhappy.

"Qingzhou talented girl, Eliza."

"His father is the Yibo Daru who was promoted to the third rank last year!"

"Tut-tut, seventeen-year-old Qipin."

Everyone was shocked to find the three green mountains embroidered on Eliza's cuffs, and they all gasped.

According to legend, Qingshan Academy has a treasure that can help Confucianism and Taoism cultivate.

Therefore, Yi Bai was able to be promoted to the third rank and become the youngest great Confucian, and the Confucian students in the academy cultivated faster, their talents flowed, and their benefits were endless.

But no one has ever confirmed it, and now when I see the Aoyama Confucian students present, I feel that the rumors are a little more credible.

Li Mengsheng has been comforting Abin on the side, and he also looked at her cuffs when he heard the sound: What a white soft wattle, sure enough, Eliza-white!

"Senior sister." The man smiled and took the initiative to stand away.

"Apologize to him!"

Eliza's tone was light, but unmistakable.

Zhu Ganglie hesitated, and said stubbornly: "I'm right, since I bear the name of the Holy Courtyard, it shouldn't be anything stinky and rotten shrimp can enter!" ”

Zhu Qianzhi, the word is strong, the son of a wealthy businessman in Qingzhou. He didn't say a word yet: Since stinky fish and rotten shrimp can enter, it is not worthy of being called a holy courtyard.

The atmosphere was deadlocked.

Eliza's appearance prevented the two sides present from retreating again, but the other Confucian scholars stared at them unkindly.

If you don't explain this clearly, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get out.

Abin was a Confucian who had entered the product, and he quickly got rid of the trouble of alcohol, and said lonely: "He is right...."

Discrediting one's school and teachers is the sorrow of a scholar, and it is unacceptable to oneself.

The other Confucian scholars all sighed, and if the parties did not resist, they had no reason to speak for him.

Abin didn't want things to go on, and it wasn't anyone else who was at fault, so he let himself end the matter and end his boundless and ridiculous dreams.

"I... I'm a stinky fish and a rotten shrimp. I don't deserve to go to the Holy Courtyard at all..."But how easy it was to say these words, the young man said with red eyes and choked up.

The surrounding readers are all feeling sorry, and there is a tacit understanding between the readers.

Even if the Taoism is different, they all have the same feeling at this moment.

"I volunteer...."

But before he could finish his words, he was rudely interrupted: "Bullshit, it's all bullshit!" You say you're a rotten shrimp or a rotten shrimp? ”

Everyone frowned, how could such a handsome boy be so vulgar when he opened his mouth, and he couldn't make sense of it.

I said what's wrong with myself?

Li Mengsheng didn't bother to pay attention to everyone, looked directly at Abin, and continued: "Did you insist on agreeing! Do you agree with the efforts you have made! Do you agree with that? ”

The thought-provoking words shook everyone's hearts, and even Eliza couldn't help but look at him with a cold face.

Abin's heart was like ashes, how could a few words ignite his bleak Confucian heart.

He was extremely lonely: "Thank you Your Highness for your persuasion, but now I see that all my persistence and efforts have been in vain..."

Li Mengsheng just knew that Abin wanted to quit school, so he interjected.

A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase.

Before the words are spoken, the possibility of maneuver is much greater.

"Are all scholars a tendon?" Li Mengsheng thought secretly.

Now that the wood is in the boat, the people are not persuading each other, but turn to comfort them:

"Hey, this brother, let me drink with you and dispel your sorrows."

"All roads lead to the capital, brothers don't have to be discouraged. I drink with you..."

"No matter how cold the heart is, it's always hot in the arms of the delicate woman..."

Eliza couldn't help but sigh when she saw this, although Abin's decadence was not directly related to Senior Brother Ganglie, but Senior Brother's words fell into the stone.

She bowed down and apologized: "I apologize to you for Senior Brother Ganglie's hurtful words, and I also apologize to the students present." The major holy courtyards are pilgrimage places for scholars all over the world, and they cannot be desecrated. ”

Everyone had a good impression of Eliza, and they all nodded their heads to indicate that the matter was over.

"Senior sister, you..." Zhu Qianzhi clenched his fingers, unwilling to say.

Qingshan Academy rushed to the capital this time, not to enter the Holy Academy for study, but to win the name of "Holy Academy" for Qingshan Academy and become the fourth holy place for the Dream Dynasty.

The junior sister's actions missed the opportunity to step on the capital Holy Academy.

"Elevate yourself, you don't need to trample on others, senior brother!" Eliza calmly faced Zhu Qianzhi and said in an audible voice between the two.

Abin shook his head, trying to make a smile that was uglier than crying, and rejected everyone's kindness: "Thank you for your persuasion, but I want to be quiet." ”

Li Mengsheng looked at Abin, who was disheartened and gloomy and left the scene.

Looking at it now, Abin will still drop out of school and regret it for the rest of his life.

This is something he doesn't want to see, because Abin is a person he looks very good at.

"Perhaps, there may be a way to make him more attentive!"

Everyone retreated, and he looked at Abin's lonely back and took a big sip of wine.

Lang Dao:

"Gift, Zhang Zheng!"

The stumbling footsteps stopped, and called his word 'zheng', which was very intimate.

Everyone was stunned, and Eliza and her party also stopped to watch.

"It's very hard to get rid of things, so make a rope tight."

Abin's body trembled, and everyone took a breath of cool air, making a contribution to the hot environment of the capital.

"Poetry?"

Outsiders look at the bustle, insiders look at the doorway.

There were also many readers present, all of whom were silently reading.

It is not an easy task to get rid of the dusty thoughts, you must tighten the rope, bend down and work hard in your career.

However, it is easy to understand, but it is expressed in the form of 'poetry', which is another charm.

This may be the reason why poetry endures for a long time, and the longer it lasts, the more 'fragrant' it becomes.

The audience was silent, looking forward to the next sentence.

"Without a cold bone, how can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms."

Li Mengsheng did not procrastinate, and simply added the next sentence neatly.

The whole poem was written in one go and shocked the audience.

Even the air fell silent for a moment.

Eliza's cold and pretty face also showed shock, and she muttered to herself: "I can't help but feel cold to the bone, how can I get plum blossoms... Isn't that me? Isn't it Castle Peak Academy? ”

Seventeen-year-old Qipin, who can know the suffering behind it; Castle Peak Academy has put in many generations of hard work and efforts to get the name of the Holy Academy.

But if I don't experience hardships and hardships, wind and frost, how can I achieve what I am and Castle Peak Academy now.

"So, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will bring back the title of the Holy Courtyard!"

The hearts of the readers present all came out: "Isn't this me?" ”

Among them, the most excited person is the person who was given a poem.

I saw that Abin couldn't stop trembling, and the sad scenes of his past studies couldn't help but emerge from the bottom of his heart.

Thousands of miles away, alone, uprooted from home, came to the capital.

groveling, whiskers and horses, nodding and bowing, and reading at night.....

"I can't replace the past and say that I'm a stinky fish and a rotten shrimp...

I'm not a stinky fish and rotten shrimp! ”

He roared angrily, and what he roared was his desire for Confucianism and Taoism, his love for knowledge, and his dedication to ideals.

"The hardships of the past will eventually become the cornerstone of my fragrance."

Abin suddenly realized, and the distracting thoughts in his heart slowly dissolved.

This time the knot in his heart was opened, and it was difficult for his cultivation not to take a step.

At this time, the blank light on Bai Lanxuan was shining, dispelling the darkness of the night.

The white-glowing font appeared out of thin air, as if to announce it to the world.

"It's very hard to get rid of things, so make a rope tight.

Without a cold bone, how to get the plum blossom fragrance. ”

This poem echoes in the hearts of Confucian and Taoist people in the world.

Immediately, the white light converged and fell into the sluggish minds of the Confucian students present in the Bailanxuan Hall.

"Yes.. Inheritance poems! ”

I don't know who mentioned it, and the whole house was in an uproar.

Inheritance, inheritance.

That's to be remembered for eternity!

And Abin, who got the most white light, sighed, it was really sleepy, and someone sent a pillow.

He pushed the boat along the water, got up with the wind, and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

"Haoran's qi is empowered, and he wants to use this to step into the eight-grade self-cultivation realm."

Someone exclaimed.

This poem was originally given to him, and his heart knot was opened, and his understanding was the deepest, and the breakthrough was not unexpected. I'm also thanking him for it. ”

"Yes, yes."

Eliza glanced at the sluggish Zhu Qianzhi, without words, but the meaning was very simple: After listening to someone else's poem, the person who broke through on the spot was a stinky fish and rotten shrimp?

Immediately, the Confucian scholars quietly absorbed the aura of Haoran and comprehended the inheritance poem.

In addition, all the Confucian scholars in the capital can see the four lines of white characters floating in the sky, and there are many discussions:

"The white inheritance poem, I don't know if it was written by that master."

"Let's encourage each other, and write another strategy tonight...."

"It's a good sentence without a cold bone, how to get the fragrance of plum blossoms. From now on, this will be the motto of my king! ”

"It's a good sign, it seems that we can recruit a lot of good seedlings this year."

"With the plum blossom proud snow and frost, Ling Han's solitary character, encouraging people to overcome difficulties and aspire to achieve a career of aphorisms.... Not bad. ”

......

Inheritance of poetry, recognized by heaven.

It is divided into white, purple and gold.

White is the second, and it gets the least amount of grandeur, but relatively speaking.

Generally, a poet is a person who has been enlightened by the spirit of Haoran, but some people can't accept it, so they can only watch what they make enter other people's bodies.

Li Mengsheng was extremely envious, if he could cultivate Confucianism and Taoism, the thousands of years of cultural heritage behind him could blow him up.

Except for Abin who was still breaking through, the Confucian students present had all absorbed it, and looked at the 'initiator' with amazement in their eyes.

is so young, I don't know if it's a rumored Confucian genius.

But everyone has no intention of delving, such an amazing and brilliant person will not be unknown in the future.

Now the friendship has fallen into the pretext of flattery, after all, before the poem, everyone was not interested in it.

But

"Student Eliza, thank you for the gift."

"Under ...."

"Thank you..."

.....

Those who have been moistened by Haoran's aura all perform disciple salutes and thank Li Laotie for his gift.

Even a small amount of Haoran Qi empowerment is far faster than one's own cultivation.

And in their subconscious, it is impossible for those who can make inheritance poems not to have entered Confucianism.

So, this is the generosity of the handsome teacher in front of me, and I gave it all away...

Li Mengsheng wanted to cry without tears, so he had to pretend to be light and light, looking like a master.

"The article is natural, and the magic hand is just a good deal, so we should encourage it."

Calm, calm.

Just a little arrogant, I don't want to be a person!

"Huh?"

Li Mengsheng was not calm, why did the Confucian scholars present have white light clusters on their heads, large or small, bright or dark.

He rubbed his eyes, no eyes!

Abin's... It's huge!

And, it's getting bigger!

Inside: ecstatic, outwardly: remain elegant.

But I couldn't help but wander in the crowd.

So, a funny scene appeared.

Under the suspicious gaze of everyone, Li Mengsheng swept the air above their heads and grinned.

Eliza's head is also big.

She glanced at the man who was a cut above herself, smacked her head a few times, then lowered her arm and scooped up another handful before she was happy to leave.

"Growing Taller, Isn't It? "You're tall, you're amazing, you treat me like air." "Are you polite? 》

All:???

Li Mengsheng: Hey, hey, hey.

After a circle, more than a dozen light clusters of large and small were harvested.

Li Mengsheng saw that Abin's couldn't be bigger, so he quickly picked it.

And Abin broke through the eight-grade self-cultivation realm and didn't open his eyes yet.

Li Mengsheng couldn't wait to leave - he couldn't wait, so he went home and unpacked.

Soon after he left, Abin opened his eyes in a radiant light, and it seemed that the shadow in his heart had been swept away.

He looked left and right, but there was no one who had saved him.

The first thing he said was: "What about His Royal Highness?" ”

"Gone..."

Everyone: "What!! His Royal Highness? ”

Abin was like a majestic rooster at this time, his face was red.

Without a cold bone, how to get the fragrance of plum blossoms - give Zhang Zheng.

Hey.. Hey... Hey, hey, hey...

"That's right, Kitahara Shizi, Li Mengsheng~"

The crowd felt the crit.

What is more bitter than someone of your own age making a legacy poem?

The poet is a lustful drinker - Li Mengsheng.

Often, the contrast can have far-reaching consequences.

Both the poem and the person are topical.

Combine the two, and bam!

"Senior Brother Zhang Zheng, drink Hezhi together?"

"I'm so envious..."

Bai Lanxuan is also located in the inner city, and its liveliness is suppressed by a curfew.

But the outer city is the place of nightlife, and many scholars return to the Goulan with freshly baked inheritance poems and a very story-telling topic, contributing to the fame of the big dream poetry scene.

Li Mengsheng hurried back to the house, and was about to hurry up and wash and sleep.

Qiu Xiang came to see him with a ball of light.

Well?