Gu Qingqiu held a sword in his hand, and the sword path was wide open and closed, and his momentum was majestic, just like a generation of great swordsmen. The sword is strong, there is a rock-breaking shock, and the wind and rain are coming!

And Yu Yunqi's methods were even more magical, seeing the sword qi coming, he raised his pen and quickly wrote the word "wind".

After the word "wind" was written, a hurricane suddenly broke out between heaven and earth, and the sword qi was blown away by the hurricane as soon as it arrived! Then the hurricane was like a thousand blades, and continued to cut towards Gu Qingqiuling.

When the hurricane was approaching, Gu Qingqiu only felt pain in his cheeks, and the clothes on his body were hunting, and they had a tendency to tear apart.

He let out a low cry and recited, "I am as hard as iron and gold, and indestructible. ”

The next moment, Gu Daru's body was surging, turning into white light, protecting his whole body, and he was unharmed in the hurricane.

Jiang Han watched this scene excitedly, and almost took out a bag of melon seeds to watch the play.

The fighting method of the Great Confucian can be described as a once-in-a-lifetime and extremely rare.

Gu Daru didn't know what realm it was, he could take out the long sword from his sleeve at will, and Yu Daru used a Wenbao pen, Wenbao is a treasure of literati, and he can write endless attack methods at the end of the pen.

The faster he wrote, the faster he wrote, and finally the text turned into cursive, often splashing and drawing, that is, it was a text, and the next moment, there was a magical means of attack.

But Gu Qingqiu seemed to be overwhelmed, but in fact, he was at ease, the long sword in his hand couldn't help resisting, and he kept approaching Yu Yunqi.

Seeing that the two were fighting in full swing, no one could help anyone.

Chu Jingzhi suddenly asked, "Han'er, what are the last three words of your poem?" ”

Jiang Han said: ""Taixuan Sutra", Baishou "Taixuan Sutra". ”

Chu Jingzhi suddenly realized that "Taixuan Jing" is the work of Confucianism and Yangxiong in the pre-Han Dynasty.

The meaning of the last two sentences turned out to be, who can be like Yangxiong, a Confucian student, who has been in the library all his life, and when his head is white, he is still writing "Taixuan Jing".

Its intention is to satirize Confucian students like Yang Xiong and praise Confucian heroes who save the need!

It's no wonder that Gu Qingqiu attaches so much importance to this poem.

The dream of many Confucian students is to be a Confucian hero.

In time, this poem will surely become famous for future generations, and it is not impossible for it to become a work of the town.

Chu Jingzhi's face flickered, his brows furrowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The two great Confucians in the air are still performing their own tricks.

Suddenly, Yu Yunqi wrote a "right" in cursive.

The space was distorted, and a splendid palace appeared around Gu Qingqiu, and at his feet, tens of thousands of soldiers appeared, holding axes and axes, bowing their heads and obeying orders.

The moment the palace appeared, Gu Qingqiu was in a trance, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Yunqi wrote the word "color" again, and the next moment, eight women with revealing clothes and beautiful faces appeared in the palace with a smile and walked towards Gu Qingqiu.

A trance appeared in Gu Qingqiu's eyes, and it was difficult to resist the strong desire rising in his heart for a while.

Yu Yunqi breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he had this Wenbao Qiankun pen in his hand, otherwise he might not be able to please Gu Qingqiu.

At this moment, Chu Jingzhi took out a piece of white paper from his arms and quickly drew the appearance of Yu Yunqi on the paper, the lines were smooth and very similar.

Then Chu Jingzhi tore the piece of paper to shreds.

The next moment, Zhu Yunqi was like a heavy blow, his footsteps staggered, and the Wenbao in his hand was almost unable to hold it.

"Ouch!"

"What are you doing!"

Yu Yunqi looked at Chu Jingzhi with a pale face, shocked and angry, he didn't expect to be stabbed in the back by Chu Jingzhi at all.

This surnamed Chu doesn't talk about martial arts at all, and even attacked him while he was unprepared!

And Gu Qingqiu, who had fallen into an illusion, also woke up at this moment, his eyes returned to clarity, and he opened his mouth and shouted: "Chop!" ”

A breath of fresh air erupted from his mouth, turning into a white giant sword that shattered the vision in front of him.

Chu Jingzhi said: "The smoke envelops the corner of the earth, and the black fog locks the end of the world!" Town! ”

He blew on the shredded paper in his hand, and the paper ignited spontaneously without fire, turning into a wisp of green smoke.

The next moment, a magical scene appeared, and the clothes on Yu Yunqi's body automatically burned.

"Shameless!"

Yu Yunqi's mentality exploded, this fire can't hurt him, but the key is to burn his clothes!

He scolded loudly, and hurriedly urged the literary qi, turning into white light, enveloping himself.

Chu Jingzhi said with a smile: "Han'er, go back to Taixue Mansion with me." ”

After speaking, he grabbed Jiang Han's shoulder, recited a galloping poem, and walked towards the city with the wind.

Gu Qingqiu reacted and yelled, "Old thief! Don't want to rob me of my poems! ”

He tried to chase after him, but found a fire in front of him, and the black pressure burned towards him, blocking his way.

"Shameless old thief! To use such a despicable method! ”

Gu Qingqiu was angry and scolded loudly.

……

Taixuefu, Confucian Temple.

Originally, there was a red wall here, where outstanding articles and poems by the masters and students of Taixue were posted.

However, the sudden appearance of the four sentences of the horizontal canal caused the Confucian temple to be blocked until now.

After that, the place where the poems and articles were posted was a newly built red wall outside the Confucian Temple.

At this moment, Chu Jingzhi took Jiang Han to the outside of the Confucian Temple, took out the pen first, and wrote Jiang Han's poem on the wall.

After the word "Jing" fell, Chu Jingzhi couldn't help but show appreciation: "Han'er, what is the name of this poem?" ”

Jiang Han said: ""Chivalrous Travel". ”

Chu Jingzhi waved his pen and wrote the three big characters of "Chivalrous Travel", and then wrote a line of small words in the lower right corner of these three words: "Jiang Han has the chivalry of Chu Jing, who is my teacher, and this poem is specially endowed." ”

It means that I think my teacher Chu Jingzhi is very chivalrous, so I wrote this poem.

After writing, Chu Jingzhi nodded with satisfaction, and laughed: "Han'er, if there is anything in the future, come to Chu Mansion to find a teacher, and the teacher will make decisions for you!" ”

The corners of Jiang Han's mouth twitched slightly.

……

Not long after Chu Jingzhi put down his pen, Gu Qingqiu and Yu Yunqi finally rushed back to the Taixue Mansion, the two of them concentrated their eyes, their eyes penetrated the Taixue Mansion, and soon landed on a red wall outside the Confucian Temple.

As I zoomed in, I saw the poem on the red wall and the small print next to it.

"Ouch!"

"After all, let the surnamed Chu take the lead!"

Gu Qingqiu's mentality exploded instantly, especially after seeing the last three words, understanding the meaning of the last two sentences of this poem, his mentality exploded even more.

How could he have expected Chu Jingzhi to be so shameless! Just write this poem on the wall.

Yu Yunqi gloated and smiled: "You deserve it, let you give me a." ”

"No, this can't just be left at that! I must go to the prince and let him make the decision for me!" The more Gu Qingqiu thought about it, the more angry he became.

Yu Yunqi said: "Since the last incident, the prince of the mansion is still in retreat. ”

“……”

Yu Yunqi smiled and said: "Zuo is just a poem, you Gu someone has always disliked poetry, what if you give it to Chu Jingzhi?" ”

“……”

Gu Qingqiu said angrily: "Old man, have you said enough?" If it weren't for you fighting with me, how could you let this damn Chu Jingzhi take advantage of the void? No way! I'm going to go to Han'er and ask him to get this poem back for me. ”

Yu Yunqi nodded with deep understanding: "Chu Jingzhi is indeed treacherous!" He deceived us into fighting, but he took advantage of it! It's not like a son of man! ”

At this moment, a majestic and old voice sounded from the Confucian Temple and reached the ears of the two.

"Why are you two arguing outside the temple, and do you have any appearance of a great Confucian!"

The voice fell, and an old man in a green robe walked out of the Confucian Temple, his clear eyes fell on the faces of the two, and his voice was gentle but with a sense of majesty: "What's wrong?"

The prince of the house is actually out of the customs?

Gu Qingqiu and Zhen Yunqi glanced at each other, and then, Gu Qingqiu took a step forward and said, "It's just a trivial matter." A student wrote a poem for me, which was robbed by Chu Jingzhi. ”

Zhongli's voice was calm: "It's just a poem, and it actually made the three of you fight outside the city?" ”

Gu Qingqiu and Yu Yunqi were both shocked, Fu Jun actually knew about this.

"Zhong Fujun, did you break through?"

Suddenly, Gu Qingqiu looked at Zhong Fujun in surprise.

Zhong Fujun sighed lightly: "After comprehending the four sentences of the red wall, I finally realized that I would push the boat down the river to break through the shackles and step into the realm of the three products." ”

His eyes are fluorescent, and his spirit is restrained, like crystal clear lake water.

"Congratulations to Fujun!"

Gu Qingqiu and Yu Yunqi are both happy, Confucianism is people-oriented, and Shouyuan is only a few decades.

But it is rumored that if you reach the supergrade in Confucianism, you will break through the limit of human longevity.

Zhong Fujun is over sixty years old and finally stepped into the third grade.

It may not be impossible to step into the super product in this life.

Zhong Fujun said: "What poems are you fighting for?" ”

He looked at the red wall, his eyes shining, and after a moment's view, he was already surprised.

This "Chivalrous Journey" is indeed an excellent poem, even a war poem!

After reading it just once, Zhong Fujun knew that this poem would reach Wenzhou, and it was one thing to spread it to become famous, and the most important thing was that this poem was very likely to be passed on to future generations for future generations to admire.

Whoever this poem is given to will be famous through the ages.

This kind of temptation is difficult to resist even if it is a great Confucian like Yu Yunqi, Gu Qingqiu, and Chu Jingzhi.

It's no wonder that these three people are fighting in the outer city.

After all, they have not stepped out of their own shackles and are still trapped in fame and fortune......

Zhong Fujun understood in an instant and said, "This poem was written by Jiang Han? Jiang Han ......"

He groaned slightly, as if reminiscing.

Yu Yunqi reminded: "It is the second son of Weiguo Gongjiang Zhensheng." ”

Chu Jingzhi added: "This person is very good at poetry! Be a big Xia poet! ”

Zhong Fujun nodded and said, "I see." Poetry is just a Confucian path, and strategy and righteousness are the avenue! Although the poems are good, they are only poets and lyricists, not the great talents that Confucianism wants. The two of you, don't look at each other, take care of one and lose the other. ”

The two of them felt a pang in their hearts, bowed down and said, "We are taught." ”

……

Chu Jingzhi sent Jiang Han home, and not long after leaving the Taixue Mansion, he saw that at the end of the long street, Jiang Feng led the men and horses to gallop over.

"Jiang Han, where have you been?"

Jiang Feng's eyes were sharp, and when he fell on Chu Daru beside Jiang Han, his pupils shrank, he turned over and dismounted, and said, "Jiang Feng has seen Chu Daru. ”

Chu Jingzhi smiled and said, "No need to be polite!" ”

He looked at Jiang Feng and had a whim, Jiang Han's poetry is so good, this Jiang Feng was born to his father, and his poetry talent may not be weaker than Jiang Han......

It's just that he has been martial arts since he was a child, and it is inevitable that he will be ignored.

Although Jiang Han is good, he is valued by Yu Yunqi and Gu Qingqiu, and it is not easy to compete with them, but Jiang Feng is still unknown to anyone......

If you take him as an apprentice, won't you get a good disciple?

How is the eldest brother's poetry talent worse than the second brother?

"Thank you Daru for saving my second brother this time." Jiang Feng was deeply moved, he had heard about this incident on the way, if there was no great Confucian to make a move, it would not be easy to rescue Jiang Han from the Criminal Department.

Chu Jingzhi smiled and said, "Okay, it's really a talent!" I heard that you are the commander of Yulinwei? How can you learn martial arts well, I wonder if you are interested in practicing Confucianism and Taoism? It just so happened that the old man was still missing a disciple. ”

Jiang Feng: ???

Jiang Feng was stunned, he fell in love with me after knowing me for less than two minutes?

Could it be that someone finally saw my astonishing poetic talent?