Everyone was stunned.

It was the woman in the ink skirt who danced on the river, and a touch of surprise flashed on her indifferent face.

What's going on?

"Look at the sky!"

I don't know who shouted.

Everyone raised their heads in unison, and saw that a Lanjiang phantom appeared in the sky!

In the illusory Lanjiang River, it is the figure of the woman in the ink skirt dancing. This phantom is so clear that even the expression of the woman in the ink skirt is exquisite!

Shen Lang looked up, and immediately lowered his head calmly, and continued to write on the rice paper.

"Fluttering like a frightening Hong, graceful like a dragon...... The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the wind...... Tenderness and flattery in language......"

Yang Shen was on the high platform, he grabbed Yang Hu's hand beside him, his face was excited and his body trembled.

He had naturally heard about Shen Lang's affairs in the academy, and Yang Youqing came back that day and told him the original, and in the past nearly a month, he heard various versions from different people.

What Wen Zhong nine rings poems into Mingzhou, what day to perform poetry and literary talent.

But all this is just heard, even if I have believed it in my heart, but after all, I have never seen it with my own eyes.

I didn't expect that at this festival of the river god festival, I would have the opportunity to see this scene with my own eyes.

He can be regarded as a scholar anyway, and the picture in the sky is like a substance, others don't know, how can he not know.

It's a mirage of massive talent evolution!

Yang Youqing on the side was also full of excitement, and there was a little pride in it.

When she ran away from home and went to Shen Lang, she made a big fuss at home.

Who would have thought that Shen Lang, who was not optimistic at the time, would be able to stand out at the Wenxinguo Conference, and today, he shows his potential in front of everyone.

couldn't help but look around, and suddenly her expression was stunned.

Most of the surrounding cousins and cousins didn't look at the vision in the sky at the moment, but stared at Shen Lang in front of the table one by one!

A few even looked at her, but as soon as their eyes met, the other party seemed to drift their gazes away.

What do these little hooves want to do?

Yang Youqing suddenly panicked.

"This is the poetry of Tianyan?" Yang Hu was also shocked.

"It's not a heavenly poem." Yang Shen shook his head, "Heavenly Performing Poetry is a scene where Heavenly Dao evolves poetry with talent, but now it ......"

The woman in the ink skirt was still dancing, and her shadow in the sky was exactly the same as her movements.

Poetry, dance, vision.

The three are completely synchronized at this moment.

What is this?

Yang Shen didn't know how to describe it for a while, this situation has never happened in the past.

And at this moment, outside the county, the Lanjiang River God Festival venue.

Lin Dong and Li Yuanqing and other county officials sat together, and there were a number of people from the palace next to them, and Zhao Hao was also among them.

Zhao Hao was seriously injured at the Wenxin Fruit Meeting that day, but he was an eight-rank martial artist himself, and with the profound heritage of the palace, his injuries were almost healed in the past few days.

However, although the injuries on his body have recovered, the hatred in his heart has not diminished with time, but has become more and more vigorous.

As the commander of the royal army, in the academy in this county, he was suppressed by a small teenager who was not even a child with a literary tone, which was a great shame for him!

If this revenge is not avenged, he Zhao Hao is afraid that he will not be able to understand martial arts in the future.

As soon as he thought of Shen Lang, a trace of evil immediately appeared in his eyes.

"Dean Lin, why didn't you call that Shen Lang and Shen Ziyu today? I heard that he was a poet at the Japanese Heart Fruit Meeting, and then he had a vision of performing poetry in heaven. Not having the opportunity to see you that day is really a big regret in life! Zhao Xing'an, the chief bookkeeper, said.

Lin Dong said with a smile: "Ziyu is preparing to take the children's exam, and these days I have gone to the countryside to concentrate on studying." I sent a letter to the old man, asking if he wanted to come to the river god sacrifice to offer a poem or two, but the old man didn't let him come after thinking twice. ”

Zhao Xing'an nodded with a smile and said: "This is also true, the river god sacrifice is mainly for the literary name, then Shen Lang is not lacking this now, it is better to study well to deal with the saint record and answer the holy question, this is the focus of the children's test." ”

Just beside him, Zhao Hao looked at the two of them coldly, and said lightly: "No matter how well it is written, it is just a four-word quatrain, what can the poem become Mingzhou, if you really have talent, how can you not dare to come to participate in the river god festival?" ”

Short poems are difficult to write, but they are easy to write.

It took years and decades to deduct and change word by word, and I was always able to write a few specious verses. is a little talented, and can even burst out a few fine words.

Just like Zhang Yang, it takes a few years to write good poems.

However, no matter how well that kind of poetry is written, it is impossible to write a poem in Narushu, let alone a poem in the sky.

The reason is very simple, the craftsmanship is too heavy and the talent is insufficient.

This is also the reason why Shen Lang clearly wrote Mingzhou's work, but he did not pay enough attention to it.

Narushu's poems can prove that he is talented, but a four-character quatrain can't prove his level at all. Unless you can continue to write amazing works, then you can be impressive.

Lin Dong just glanced at Zhao Hao lightly and said, "There are countless capable people in the palace, so naturally I can't look down on a single Mingzhou poem." It's better for Lord Zhao to invite a few more talents to let us see and learn. ”

Zhao Hao snorted coldly and stopped talking.

On the high platform, a white-robed scholar in his twenties walked forward slowly.

This is none other than Lin Dong's student Xu Mao.

Looking at the rice paper and brush on the table in front of him, his face was calm.

Wen Xinguo will hit him hard, not only Zhang Yang, who was born out of nowhere, but also Shen Lang who later became Mingzhou.

At that moment, he almost doubted the meaning of all these years of painstaking reading of the classics.

Thinking of Shen Lang's vision of Mingzhou again, Xu Mao shook his head lightly.

"It's just a four-word quatrain, and unless he can make Narushu's work again, it won't prove anything." Xu Mao nodded secretly in his heart, "That's right, that's the truth!" “”

"And today, I won't lose again!"

He had strong faith in the poems that followed.

After being hit by Shen Lang at the Wenxin Fruit Meeting, he almost collapsed his Dao heart, and then reluctantly quoted various sage classics before he persuaded himself to stabilize his mentality.

Unexpectedly, this was a blessing in disguise, ushering in the rare "spring of thought" of Confucianism and Taoism.

The so-called wellspring of literature and thought is a round of explosion of accumulated talents after the mind is mastered, in addition to obtaining a large amount of talent, there is also a short-term blessing of the Heavenly Dao.

With the power of the wellspring of literary thoughts, he succeeded in writing a poem. Although it was not put on paper, he could vaguely feel that this poem was at least a work out of the county, and if he was lucky, he could even reach the level of the government.

Today's river god sacrifice is just used to prove its name, so that everyone knows who is the first talent in Anping County!

Xu Mao stood on the high platform with a solemn face.

The surrounding environment seems to be solemn because of his solemnity.

I saw that after he took a light breath, he lifted the pen and fell!

In an instant, the entire county shook violently, as if it had been an earthquake.

"What's going on?!" All the officials on the high platform looked surprised.

"Look at the heavens!"

Everyone looked up and saw an illusory Lanjiang River hanging in the air. In the middle of the Lan River, a woman in an ink skirt is dancing on the waves.

"Heavenly poetry? Is this Narushu's work? ”

"Compare, it's not Narushu! Narushu's work will not have such a vast talent. This is angry, I'm afraid that it has covered the entire Anping County! ”

"Not only that, look at the signs of this evolution, it should cover the entire Lanjiang River!"

"Lanjiang? My lord, the Lanjiang River is traversing the whole territory of my Dongyun! What do you mean...... Don't...... Impossible, right? ”

"This ...... This...... This is the work of Zhenguo! ”

"Poetry into the town!"

Everyone's eyes were on Xu Mao on the high platform, and there was shock, envy, admiration, and jealousy in their eyes......

"Could it be that Xu Mao really wrote a work of Zhenguo and attracted such a vision of heaven and earth?!"

Even Lin Dong was shocked, he never thought that his own students would still have this ability.

At this moment, Xu Mao, who was standing on the high platform, was already pale.

His eyes were fixed on the sky, and the hand holding the pen was shaking. Not to mention poetry on that paper, I didn't even write the first word.

Xu Mao's strange appearance was quickly noticed.

"It's not Xu Mao, who is that?"

Li Yuanqing immediately took out the official seal, and Lin Dong was also moved and took out a seal.

Soon, Li Yuanqing's expression moved, and there was a hint of ecstasy in his eyes.

"Talent spreads from two hundred miles away, this ...... This work of the town is from Anping County! ”

After the poems and texts were able to trigger the vision of heaven and earth, they were divided into several realms: out of the county, Dafu, Mingzhou and Zhenguo.

Why is it divided by counties, prefectures, prefectures, and countries, which involves the cultural movement.

Out of the county's work can be a county's luck, so that the county will be smooth in the next few decades. The work of Dafu is to be able to transport and a house. By analogy, the work of the town is the cultural movement of a country, or even the national fortune of a country!

With such a poem, Li Yuanqing's buttocks, which have not been touched for more than ten years, are afraid that he will have to move up.

The surrounding officials looked at Li Yuanqing, and their eyes flashed with a strange light.

"Congratulations to Li County for his meritorious education!"

"Li County's order to cultivate such a talent for my Dongyun Country is really a blessing for my Dongyun Kingdom!"

Everyone shouted congratulations and their faces were full of envy.

With such a talent, Li Yuanqing, as the head of a county, can naturally take the greatest credit.

Zhao Hao said lightly: "What if it's another four-word quatrain?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly cooled down.

yes, what if it's another quatrain?

It's not that the four-character quatrain is bad, or even some war poems, it's best to have a four-word quatrain. After all, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the sooner poetry can be written, the faster it can be effective.

But it was only war poems, and the average literati still preferred those poems with beautiful rhetoric and longer lengths.

"It's not a quatrain!" Lin Dong's eyes flickered, "The vision in the sky has been going on for a while, if it was a four-word quatrain, it should have ended long ago, this must be a long poem!" ”

"You don't have to argue, just wait for the old man to take a look!" Li Qingyun held the official seal in his hand and shouted, "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying!" ”

A white auspicious cloud suddenly rose under his feet, dragging him straight into the distance.

Lin Dong also flicked his long sleeves and said loudly: "A little Haoran Qi, a thousand miles of fast wind!" ”

His figure suddenly turned into a breeze and followed Li Qingyun closely.

At this moment, in the entire Lanjiang River basin of Bailing Prefecture, countless Confucian students are urging Confucianism and Taoism to go towards Yangjia Village in Anping County. Among them, the lowest is the Eight Rank Haoran Realm, and the highest one even has the Confucianism and Taoism power of the Sage Realm.

At this moment, Shen Lang was completely unaware of the sensational effect of this poem.

His eyes narrowed, and his whole mind was already immersed in this ancient strange text.

“…… The fragrance of the faint orchid is stumbling in the corner of the mountain. ”

So he neglected his body and played with it. Leaning on the left, the right shade of the laurel flag ......"

So Luo was inspired to wander, and the divine light was detached...... The super long chant is eternal admiration, and the voice is mournful and long. ”

At this point, he paused his pen suddenly.