On the outskirts of the capital, under the waterfall and flowing water, the swords and swords are interactive.

The splash of water emitted a thousand strange lights and shadows, and the sharp blade slashed with all its might.

Qingfeng's long sword is only a passive block, no matter how Pu Dao attacks, the long sword will reach the right position just right, swing the right force, and collide with Pu Dao.

The two people holding knives and swords collided and returned to the bluestone on the water, one leisurely, and the other slightly embarrassed.

The sound of the water was continuous, and the woman sitting on the shore had her feet dangling in the air, watching with interest as the two men in front of her practiced.

Behind her, a thatched hut rose from the ground, and Yuan Ping finally compromised.

They probably agreed that Jiang Yuan was not safe to go back and forth, so they built her a clean little house.

A sign was erected in front of the house: "Chen Liu and dogs are not allowed to enter." ”

“……”

Chen Liu couldn't say anything to scold his mother, so he had to turn around and jump into the water to continue his great cause of cutting the waterfall, just hoping that one day he could cut Yuan Ping down.

I don't know if Yuan Ping noticed his thoughts or what. Since the day before yesterday, when he was able to stand under the waterfall and stand with a horizontal knife, Yuan Ping said directly:

"It's time for real combat."

“？？？ Where is it time to fight? I've just gotten my knife in hand. ”

"There's nothing to do, I said it's time, it's time."

"......" - you are overbearing, you are amazing, you can't beat you, you have the final say.

The ending is naturally very obvious.

How could Chen Liu, who had just taken the knife, be Yuan Ping's opponent? Even if he controls the strength and keeps his hands repeatedly, it is not something that a rookie like him can deal with.

It's just that Chen Liu didn't expect that Yuan Ping was using a sword.

"He's pretty good at playing swords......

Yuan Ping's sword, the sword is three feet three inches long, and the body of the sword is pure dark blue.

The sword body is actually on the long side, but this sword is extremely flexible, bending without bending, and going to be an inch long and an inch strong.

If the internal force is infused, it can also be quenched internally to be rigid, and it can be opened and closed.

"This sword is a blue edge, and it has been with me for many years. Today......"

"Are you going to give him to me today? I'm ready. ”

"Give you a hammer, I'll beat you up today."

Although Chen Liu was constantly being beaten, he also listened to Yuan Ping explain the special features of this sword.

It is not made of mortal iron, but made of fine steel, and tempered with earth fire, forging 7749 days before it has a prototype.

After obtaining this rough embryo, it is also necessary to beat it day and night uninterruptedly to hammer out the metal impurities in the rough embryo and basically shape it.

And then......

"No, I'm not going to learn how to strike iron."

The kung fu has not stopped, and there is no idle mouth.

Yuan Ping was naturally no longer polite, and the Qingfeng Sword poked a few holes in Chen Liu's body from time to time.

What he hasn't finished talking about is - in fact, this Qingfeng Sword ranks first in the sword spectrum, and it is a famous divine weapon in the world.

"I was going to get you a good knife. Now that you see, forget it. ”

Yuan Ping originally planned to pick out a divine weapon blade for him, but seeing Chen Liu so cheap, he lost interest.

"Don't, big brother, I was wrong."

Yuan Ping didn't pay attention to Chen Liu, and took out his sword again and again.

The dense sword blade and sword qi made Chen Liu have no time to care, so he could only pinch up 100% of his mind and continue to fight against Yuan Ping on the water.

……

In the capital, the announcement of the results of the palace examination has set off a lot of storms.

In the end, Yuan Liuxun only won the second grade, and he was not the first place. Although it is also extremely noble, it is also a pity.

Legend has it that when the apricot list was released, he was too left out as a huiyuan. Everyone did not pursue the first place in this exam, but paid attention to Xie Yuan, who was on a sub-list, and his mood was somewhat frustrated.

I just don't know if it's true or not.

However, in general, all the students who can enter the Zhonghe Hall to participate in the palace examination will have a bright future in the future. Although there will be a little regret that I didn't get the top spot, I can be regarded as able to return home.

"Have you heard that Junzi Zhou Zhi also plans to choose students to enter the academy to study?"

"The poetry party?"

"Yes, it is said that if you get the approval of the gentleman at the poetry meeting, you can enter the academy directly. If it is even more exaggerated, he may even directly become a disciple of the great Confucian of the academy! ”

"Great Confucian......"

Most of the students who have not left Beijing have heard the news.

Zhou Zhi, the gentleman of the academy, will set up a banquet in the hairpin building in the west of the city, inviting guests from all over the world to enjoy the peach blossoms, flowing water and meandering, and each of them will write poems to meet the world's poets.

The guests invited to this garden poetry party were particularly wide, including officials in Beijing, scholars, Confucian scholars, and some field farmers to discuss some agricultural daily life.

However, the most attractive thing about this poetry will be the majority of students.

Whether it is the future official who has just finished the palace examination, or other scholars who have not participated in the imperial examination, they all hope to get to know the gentlemen of the academy through this poetry meeting.

If it is favored by Zhou Zhi and introduced to the academy, it will be a great honor.

The prisoners of Guozijian may not be recognized by the world, but the Confucian scholars who come out of the academy must be respected by the people of the world.

The world is still a temple of literature, and it is a academy for sages to study.

It was this fact that annoyed the Guozijian, so they would also send people to participate in this garden poetry party.

It is said that the person who came was called "Fan Shu Second", and it was the future sacrificial wine of the Guozijian who was determined.

"But this poem ......"

The work of poetry pays attention to moving with the heart and making it with nature.

Self-heritage is naturally indispensable, but if the mood is not enough, the atmosphere is not enough, the mentality is not enough, and if you can't write it, you can't write it.

The article is made by nature, and the magic hand is even good.

Don't say that it is an ordinary person, but only say that many literary masters who have left their names in history are also trapped in poetry.

"You say, is that Xiao Jieyuan still in the capital?"

"It shouldn't be there, if it's in the capital, why don't you go to the palace exam? It is said that he will not affect the palace to take the office, but the princes of the court, won't anyone want to accept him as a staff member? ”

"Not necessarily, after all, I would have tried. Xiao Jieyuan doesn't know how to get on the apricot list, maybe he has no connections? ”

There may be many students who doubt Xiao Yuan's talent for governing the world, but no one will doubt his talent for poetry.

The three songs "Will Enter the Wine", "Ascending", and "Difficult to Walk" are all masterpieces that can be sung through the ages.

If you talk about other aspects, all the scholars still have the confidence to be a pair with him, but poetry, not literary giants, and old Confucian scholars who are immersed in this way are probably not Xiao Yuan's enemies.

"Anyway, I recently heard that the Drunken Dream Building ......"

"Brother Liu, you are degenerate, you don't call a few brothers when you go to the Qinglou to have fun!"

The man in the Confucian shirt, who was called Brother Liu by everyone, was full of shame, and it took him a long time to hold back a few words:

"Qinglou, Qinglou...... Can the things of reading people be called fun? ”

Everyone laughed.

But after laughing, they also knew what Brother Liu was talking about.

Drunken Dream Building, an anonymous lyric and song, shocked the Quartet.

"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. It is really the end of the changes of the past and the present, and the vicissitudes of the world! ”

"This poem is unique, and it can be on a par with Xiao Jieyuan's poems!"

Although the people did not have the spirit to make this poem, the ability to appreciate it was still sufficient.

The rhetoric is not ornate, and the language is very light, but it is extraordinarily touching and melancholy. Although this word is not stronger than Xiao Yuan's three songs, it is enough to leave a name in history and be famous for centuries.

"Do you know who made it? Why does it appear in such a Fengyue place? It's not even a teaching department! ”

Most of these students are young and vigorous, and they do not have too much rejection of the brothel of the Qinglou.

But I still feel that poetry should be elegant.

Poplar catkins and fireworks willow alleys are not good places after all.

Wherever there is well water, it is a song that can be sung. In fact, there have been many births since ancient times, but most of them have been choked to death in the water.

"It is said that it is a small head catcher......"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could a headhunter compose such a poem? ”

Xiao Yuan is Xie Yuan and a scholar, and it is not unacceptable to surpass them.

But if this word is written by an ordinary lower-level catcher, it is really a slap in the face and insulting.

Categorically unacceptable!

This is the face of a reader, with stubbornness.

"If there is really such a poetic talent, how can he be subservient to others and be a head catcher? It must be a college, a national eunuch, or someone who is indifferent to fame and fortune somewhere! ”

Everyone agreed, and then accepted the mysterious being's new identity with peace of mind.

"You say, what will happen if he meets Xiao Jieyuan?"

"Maybe it's a confidant and a good conversation, right?" - Or borrow the brains of a martial artist to blow up the other party, Lao Tzu is the best in the world.

Somehow, a group of outsiders began to stand in line between the two, spitting at each other, and there was really a shadow of madness.

However, there is probably no way for them to know that such a vision is impossible to achieve.

Xiao Jieyuan, the mysterious man, and the little catcher directly coincided, and then copied the poems to reduce the dimensionality of the girl next to him.

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman. ”

"Childe, Brother Yuan Ping just left, you are like this, will it not be good."

"It's really not good, but it's a pity that no one appreciates the beauty of jade?"

Jiang Yuan listened to a private school outside the window for two years, although he also had some cultural background, but he really couldn't resist this temptation.

However, she also knew that Chen Liu could not do anything at this time.

She originally thought that she didn't fall into Chen Liu's eyes, but later she knew that Wufu Jiupin couldn't break her body, and she could only feel a faint loneliness every day.

Jiang Yuan let Chen Liu lie on her lap at this time, saying strange things. A pair of slender hands gently rubbed the acupuncture points for him to relieve his fatigue.

Watching his son-in-law being beaten every day is actually not comfortable. But she knew that Brother Yuan Ping was for Chen Liu's good, so she had to let Chen Liu be able to relax and relax when he was resting.

"That son, tomorrow Brother Yuan Ping comes, won't you be told?"

"Hehe, your son-in-law is going to fight back tomorrow!"

“？ How to fight back? ”

"It's a secret."

The breeze blew across the cheeks of the two, Chen Liu fell asleep, and Jiang Yuan teased the sleeping Chen Liu with his fingertips.

But she didn't expect that after turning over, he pressed her under him.

Jiang Yuan couldn't move, but it was the red glow flying.