6 Jiuyuan condensed and shook his pen, and the majestic atmosphere in the Tongque Platform was shocked. Everyone stopped speaking at this time, their eyes were fixed on 6 Jiuyuan, staring at the wolf pen in his hand.

"Long Hate Song!"

"Emperor Yan is heavy on the country, and Yuyu has been unable to ask for it for many years. The Liu family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir and is unknown. ”

"It's hard to give up on your natural beauty, and once you chose to be on the king's side. Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color. ”

6 Jiuyuan worked hard to write, and the pen fell. At this moment, what seemed to be in front of him was not a bronze bird wall that was difficult to put into writing at all, but more like a piece of rice paper with light ink.

Although the poem is not complete, the iron painting silver hook has made many people present look sideways. If it weren't for the fear of disturbing 6 Jiuyuan's thoughts, many people would have already applauded their palms.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, just like an iron painting, swimming like a shock.

The so-called words are like their people, and the calligraphy of 6 Jiuyuan is like a pine and a handsome and upright, like an eagle falcon in the sky, and it is unruly.

Fang Xuanqing saw the poems and words, and the light smile on his face had disappeared, and the whole person was a little stunned.

"This good hand alone is far away from me. Even if it's Senior Brother Du, I'm afraid it's not as good as him!"

Originally, some whispers from ear to ear began to turn silent with 6 Jiuyuan's hard work. In the entire Tongque Terrace, there is only the deep groan of 6 Jiuyuan.

"The spring cold bathes Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is slippery and creamy. The waiter helped up the delicate and weak, and it was the time of the new inheritance. ”

"The clouds and temples are shaking, and the warmth of the hibiscus tent is **. ** The bitter short day rises, and the king does not come to court early. ”

"There is no leisure for the Chenghuan banquet, and the spring is a special night from the spring outing. **There are 3,000 beauties, and 3,000 are pampered in one. ”

......

"Parting and re-sending the word, there is an oath in the word. On the seventh day of the seventh month, when no one whispered in the middle of the night. ”

"In heaven I would like to be a winged bird, and on earth I would like to be a branch. The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever. ”

When the last stroke of 6 Jiuyuan was completed, "Song of Long Hatred" was shining brightly at this moment, and the words and beads seemed to be inlaid on the bronze finch wall, and the other poems and texts became a little dull.

More than a dozen peacocks with different looks in the Tongque platform were like a lively turn, and suddenly emitted countless silver rays.

These silver rays trembled instantly, and suddenly converged and went straight into the sky.

Above the bronze bird platform, it seems to be shrouded by a layer of gangqi, which looks extremely holy and immense.

Quiet!

It's unusually quiet!

The Confucian students trembled faintly one by one, and their faces turned red, as if they were holding their breath. Some elderly Confucians, even with tears in their eyes, began to shake at the peacock shaped by the treasure brass.

Countless people were shocked, watching the thick and vigorous righteousness in the Tongque Terrace begin to wash away.

People with distracting thoughts are shrouded in Haoran righteousness, and they become clear when they ascend. Those who have the slightest evil thoughts in their hearts are also swept away at this time and become extremely peaceful.

The so-called heaven and earth have righteousness, and they are mixed with manifolds. In the heart of every reader, there is such a spirit. It's just that there are very few people who can release the essence qi and cause changes in heaven and earth.

With 6 Jiuyuan's "Song of Long Hatred" as the introduction and the bronze bird as the medium, all the righteous qi in the Confucian bodies present began to run through.

I have heard the words of the great Confucians, and the pen falls on the paper, and the article can shine brightly. Even the words float in the air, and the sky is bright. When the great Confucians of the Hao Poor Sutra wrote, they concentrated and calmed down and integrated their essence into the moral essay, which is the road of asking the saints.

The handful of people who were originally extremely disgusted with 6 Jiuyuan began to soften their eyes when they looked at him at this time, and even their faces were a little apologetic.

More people were full of admiration and showed respect.

Under the traction of Haoran righteousness, the essence in the body of these Confucian beings invisibly expands its influence, and the mind becomes sharp and enlightened.

"This ......"

"Poetic and hand-me-down. ”

The heroic spirit in the Tongque Terrace lasts forever, and countless Confucians have left poems and songs here. With the increase of these splendid articles, they have not lost the slightest bit of pen power and poetry, but have gradually formed a wonderful existence of mutual nourishment.

The bronze finch wall was also formed as a result. Only when the pen is amazing or the poems are recognized by the poems in the Tongque Terrace can they leave traces and last forever.

The so-called 'poetry soars into the sky, and masterpieces can be handed down.' It's never been empty talk, and according to records, it's not something that comes once in a century.

But then again, there are very few characters who can do this. If ordinary Confucian scholars did not have the opportunity, how could they really witness the birth of such masterpieces with their own eyes!

Thinking back to the fact that this "Song of Long Hatred" has been recognized by Tongquetai, many people began to seriously observe the nearly 1,000-word poems sprinkled with joy.

6 The first sentence of Jiuyuan's pen has already shocked countless people. But when I look at them in one breath again, they are like being in the middle of poetry, and they can't extricate themselves. The meaning of sadness in my heart is far from Mulan's words.

"As soon as this poem comes out, I'm afraid that I will write all the !! Emperor Yan and Liu Guifei"

Compared with Nalan's Mulan words, it is even better. ”

"Who wants to compose poems with this theme in the future, I'm afraid that I have to weigh whether I can cross this "Song of Long Hatred"!"

Under the careful viewing, some people sighed.

"Who is this young man?"

"This son is extraordinary, 6 Jiuyuan? Mo is not a child of the Tang State Mansion?"

"Yes, if it were just an ordinary Tiance Martial Arts student, he would definitely not be able to write such poems. Damn! Such a talented and poetic person, he should enter the academy. ”

Many people felt sorry in their hearts and were extremely curious about the identity of 6 Jiuyuan.

"6 Jiuyuan, I didn't expect you to be so talented. Fang Xuanqing, who was standing on the side, had cold hands and feet, but he had to speak.

As soon as "Song of Long Hatred" came out, the scene he had painstakingly created was in vain. In particular, the "Gathering Spirits", which has been scrutinized again and again, is destined to become the foil of this poem. And his own Fang Xuanqing will also become a laughing stock, a foil around 6 Jiuyuan.

But whenever a person mentions 6 Jiuyuan's "Song of Long Hatred", I'm afraid that he will bring this 'interesting story' and his clown-like self!

Fang Xuanqing endured the unwillingness and horror in his heart, and said calmly: "'The fireflies in the evening hall are quiet, and the lonely lamp has not slept yet', which is particularly ridiculous here. Although the Beiyan Palace is desolate, why should you pick a lonely lamp?"

"Of course, your poetic talent is unquestionable. Tongquetai has already given the best answer. It's just that in terms of poetry and writing, there is still something lacking. It's a pity that you are not a disciple of the academy, otherwise you will definitely become a great Confucian in the academy. ”

6 Jiuyuan put aside the wolf's pen, and the heroic righteousness that was absorbed into the body was instantly dispersed.

He is the body of the demon clan, and the longer Haoran righteousness is accommodated, the greater the danger to himself. At the moment when he was recuperating, he chuckled when he heard Fang Xuanqing commenting on "Song of Long Hatred": "Oh? Senior Brother Fang still refuses to admit defeat?"

6 Jiuyuan is not a scholar, and he doesn't have so many exquisite thoughts. Fang Xuanqing made it clear that he didn't want to admit defeat at this time, but he was not familiar with it, so he wouldn't give any steps. This person's original image has long been greatly reduced.

When Fang Xuanqing heard 6 Jiuyuan's words, his face turned extremely blue: "The reason why Tongquetai is vibrating is because you have a splendid belly. But this "Song of Long Hatred" really needs to be carved. ”

"Senior Brother Fang, the academy teaches poetry and texts, and the viewer should not muddy his words. You said that Qingque's "Song of Long Hatred" 'The evening hall fireflies are quiet, and the lonely lamp has not yet slept. "How can there be no candles lit at night in Xingqing Palace, and the Ming Emperor picks up the lamps himself?"

Before 6 Jiuyuan spoke, Wu Jiangbin on the side shook his head and spoke: "Senior brother, I remember that it was said in "Bu Li Ke Tan": Chen Wuji's "Ancient Ink Xing" is said to be 'half of spring in the Rui Si Palace, and the lights are gone. The small characters of the book answer the border ministers, and the wind and smoke of all countries are calculated in the long run. ''The lights are gone, the songs and dances are scattered', it is the scenery of the village and town at night, and the Ruisi Hall should not be like this. ”

"You are very similar to what he said. The two words of the servant predicate are the meaning of the palace to the night Xiao Suo, not to describe the beauty of the salamour, although the heaven is not compared with the earth, so that the words are high and burn the candles, expensive is expensive, how can there be such hatred and other evil intentions? ”

If the original Fang Xuanqing could still argue and pull a fig leaf for himself, then at this time, Wu Jiangbin's opening completely removed his fig leaf, and even went up and stepped on it a few times.

"Humph!"

After a moment of silence, Fang Xuanqing said coldly: "Yun: 'Emperor Yan is heavy on color and thinks about the country, and Yuyu can't ask for it for many years', Houyun: "Yuyang Mo came agitatedly and broke the "Song of Ni Clothes and Feathers", and Yun: 'The king can't save his face, look back at the blood and tears', this is very rude. 'The waiter lifted up the delicate and weak, and it was the beginning of the new inheritance's grace', and the clouds and clouds could cover their ears. 'Then the hearts of the parents of the world will not be born again, and the male and female will be born', 6 Jiuyuan, you think you are proud, but it is also very shallow. ”

At the beginning, Fang Xuanqing took care of his face, and just picked a metaphor for "Song of Long Hatred" to refute it. But after being uncovered by Wu Jiangbin, he was annoyed and angry, and directly depreciated the whole poem.

"Hahahaha!"

Looking at Fang Xuanqing, who was already dizzy, 6 Jiuyuan suddenly laughed out loud.

His laughter echoed through the Bronze Bird Terrace, with a hint of disdain. Although this trace of contempt was aimed at Fang Xuanqing, the Confucian students present all felt that their faces were hot.

"It doesn't matter if you apologize or not, because our martial arts have always been about happiness and revenge. If the apology is useful, we don't need to be stationed on the frontier. ”

As he spoke, 6 Jiuyuan picked up the wolf pen again, and left a short poem on the bronze finch wall.

As soon as this poem came out, some of the poems close to it on the bronze bird wall seemed to be extremely frightened, and automatically moved several meters to the side.

There is no trace of grandeur.

But this poem is like a pride that lasts forever, and every word is like a sword, nailed to it.

"Let's go, let's drink. ”

With a "snap", 6 Jiuyuan threw the wolf pen to the ground without care. Then he hooked his shoulders with Shentu Xia Jun and Wu Jiangbin and laughed and walked towards the outside of Tongque Terrace, leaving countless Confucian students looking at each other.

ps: I came back a little late, so the update was late, sorry sorry. Everyone is a smart person, since you guessed "The Song of Long Hatred", do you know what poems Qingque left before leaving, hehe.

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