The vision triggered by this poem of Buddhism and Zen quickly spread in the sky, and the Confucian scholars in the main square of the Academy of Literature were all dumbfounded, and their eyes were all the young man in golden light.

"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust. Good poetry, good poetry! It's true that Zhenguo poems are true, only Zhenguo poems can trigger such a huge Confucianism and Taoism vision! ”

"This is clearly a poem of Buddhism and Zen, how can it be a poem of Zhenguo?"

"Although it is a poem of Buddhism and Zen, it has also been recognized by all the saints, and this poem is still a battle poem, so it is not surprising that it can become a poem of Zhenguo."

"Zhenguo-level battle array poem...... This...... How is this possible? ”

Wen Ming's face was as white as earth, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart was also shattered with the appearance of the vision.

"Damn, no!" Wen Ming turned his head and was about to run away, but as soon as he took a step, the whip shadow in front of him flickered, and with a "bang", a long whip was slammed on the floor in front of him!

The floor was immediately torn apart.

The county lord put one hand on his waist and the other with a whip, and said with a smile like a flower: "Wenming, where are you going?" The bet isn't over yet! ”

Wen Ming was shocked and angry, and there was a momentary impulse to use his words and swords, but thinking of Li Qiaoqiao's identity, he held back the impulse in his heart.

The sensation of Taigakuin soon attracted the attention of all parties in Kyoto.

The Imperial Palace, the Palace of Nourishing the Heart.

Emperor Xia Qi stared at the sky and said in a deep voice: "Find out and report!" ”

Prince's Mansion.

The crown prince Li Xuan looked up in the direction of the Taixue Mansion, and the golden light in the sky caught his attention.

Such a vision...... Could it be that there is something wrong with the dialectic? Hurry up and find out! ”

"Yes!" Li Xuan's personal guards left the prince's mansion in response.

Yue Wangfu.

The fourth prince, King Yue, stared at the golden light in the sky, and said solemnly: "The vision has appeared, but I am afraid that the dialectic has already had a result." Wen Ming and Chu Jiangyue, who have four sons in Taixuefu, should not be defeated, but it is not easy to say...... Prepare the horse, I'm going to Taixue! ”

Patriotic Mansion.

Jiang Zhensheng stood in the courtyard, looked at the sky with his hands in his hands, and muttered, "What happened to Taixuefu?" Is there a result of today's dialectic? ”

"Chen He! Investigate! ”

"Yes! Master! ”

Guozijian.

Zhou Hongyan was reading in his library, suddenly, he felt something, looked up at the roof, concentrated, and the next moment, his gaze penetrated the eaves, came to the clouds, crossed the layers of lead clouds, and arrived at the Taixue Mansion.

Then I looked down and saw Jiang Han accompanied by a vision on the main square, and at the same time, I also heard the poem that triggered the vision.

Long......

Zhou Saijiu let out a soft sigh: "Good poem! ”

All the Guogong Mansions were attracted by the vision of Taixuefu, and many people rode away from the mansion and headed in the direction of Taixuefu.

Fan Lou.

It is located in the west of Kyoto, and is the property of Princess Yuyang.

Princess Yuyang was the fifth daughter of Emperor Xia Qi and married Hu Huaiyi, the prince of the Duke of Yiguo.

After Princess Yuyang married Hu Huaiyi, Hu Huaiyi was appointed as a priest to join the army and was not in the house all the year round. In order to pass the time, Princess Yuyang often held literary meetings and invited the princesses to participate, and the vassal elegance was elegant.

In the tea room on the top floor of Fan Lou, the incense burner burns high-end and precious agarwood, the screen is painted with exquisite scenery, and the calligraphy and paintings of famous artists are hung on the wall.

A beautiful woman in an apricot dress sat lazily on a rattan chair, picked up a tea cup and tasted good tea, Qiong's nose wrinkled slightly, and said with a smile: "I thought that Lan'er's sister's spring words were already excellent, but I didn't want Qingyan girl's poem to be better, the most popular spring benefit of the year, and it was better than the smoke and willows in Kyoto...... These two sentences are wonderful! In my opinion, when the Qingyan girl is the leader of this literary meeting! ”

The beautiful woman's body is plump but not fat, her lower abdomen is flat and not bloated, her figure is like a girl, and her plump breasts are beyond the girl's reach, her buttocks are full, and she squeezes out an amazing arc when she sits on the chair.

Although Princess Yuyang has married a woman, there is no lack of delicate and lovely women between her eyebrows, coupled with the charming temperament of the young woman, making her the most eye-catching woman in Fanlou.

It is not comparable to those unmarried princesses.

Even though Jiang Qingyan was born beautiful, she still lost to Princess Yuyang's seven-point young woman charm.

After Princess Yuyang praised it, she said, "Sister Qingyan, this poem wasn't given to you by your second brother, right?" ”

Jiang Qingyanqiong's nose wrinkled slightly, snorted, and said: "My Jiang family has many talents, all of them are good at composing poetry, Princess Yuyang looks down on people too much!" ”

Princess Yuyang chuckled and said, "That's my sister's...... Sister, when will you call your second brother over, let us see the demeanor of Daxia Shikui. ”

Several royal ladies and princesses in the cabinet also echoed each other.

Xue Fanghua from the Kuiguo Mansion said: "Yes, Qingyan, when did you call your second brother to come to the cultural meeting, I have heard of your second brother's name during this time, but I have never seen him." ”

Jiang Qingyan was puzzled: "This ...... My second brother will marry the eldest princess at the end of this month, but I am afraid that I will not have leisure time. ”

"Alas, that's right! Jiang Han is going to marry the imperial sister. ”

"It's a pity, if I had known about your second brother's talent, I would have taken the initiative to ask my father to marry me to your second brother."

Princess Yuyang sighed lightly: "Alas, you still have a choice, I married that reckless man, but I have no choice at all." ”

The women smiled silently, everyone knew that Princess Yuyang liked those romantic talents who could write poetry, but Hu Huaiyi was a martial artist who could only drive piles.

Just when it was about to be cold, there was a golden light rising from the direction of Taixuefu, which instantly attracted the attention of the women of Fan Lou.

"What's going on there? How can there be a vision? ”

"That direction is Taixuefu! Could it be that something happened to the Taixue Academy? ”

"Ahh Today is the day of dialectics! Could it be that something happened to the dialectic? ”

Princess Yuyang stood up and muttered, "I'm going to take a look, which of you will go with me?" ”

Hearing this, many royal daughters and princesses shook their heads and refused, they were not from a martial arts family, and they were not allowed to contact men before they got married.

Jiang Qingyan remembered that her eldest brother had also gone to Taixue today, so she immediately nodded and said, "I'll go with you." ”

Xue Muhua was born in a family of military generals, so he didn't have to avoid suspicion, and immediately said that he wanted to go together.

……

Just when people in Kyoto were rushing to Taixuefu.

In the Taixue Mansion, Jiang Han looked inside the skull and found that the third Wen Palace had a tendency to open, emitting an extremely dim light.

In two months at most, I will be able to step into the seventh grade of Confucianism and Taoism: the realm of life!

Jiang Han let out a sigh, if he could enter the realm of destiny before the opening of the book mountain and the sea of learning, the probability of competing for the first place would be much greater.

"Amitabha!"

"Master Jiang, there is a peerless talent! This poem of Buddhism and Zen is taught even by poor monks! ”

"I don't know if Master Jiang intends to enter my Buddhism?"

At this moment, the old monk walked out and smiled.