What a recklessness?

Li Yuanqing carefully recalled the three poems written by Shen Lang, "Wenquan in Anping County", "Luo Shen Fu" and "Southern Expedition".

The three poems are completely different in type and style.

The text of "Wenquan in Anping County" is plain but far-reaching, and the view is as immersive as being there.

"Luo Shen Fu" is so gorgeous that the rhetoric is outrageous, and there are countless words in it, and the description of women's appearance and temperament can be called the first in the ages!

Although "Southern Expedition" only has four words, it makes people's blood surge, and the meaning of grief and indignation is full of heart.

These three poems could really be written by a sixteen-year-old boy who has not learned or learned since childhood?

Even if they are half-saints in the Temple of Literature, how many of them can write such poems?

Li Yuanqing frowned, he actually had some doubts about Shen Lang's amazing poems one after another, but he had never thought about the Demon Dao.

Of course, if Li Yuanqing really wanted to think about it, it would not be impossible to think about it, but he subconsciously ruled out this possibility, after all, it is not easy for Anping County to produce a talent.

Li Yuanqing was a little hesitant, if it was really involved in the Demon Dao, then he didn't want to say Bao Shen Lang, I am afraid that he would have to draw a clear line as soon as possible.

"Shen Lang, do you have anything to say?" Li Yuanqing asked.

Shen Lang first clasped his fists and saluted Lin Dong and Li Yuanqing in the air, and then said loudly: "As we all know, Zhao Hao has a personal grudge against me, and I don't want to provoke the palace, so I don't care about some conflicts in the past." But today he actually wants to tarnish my literary name......" He said, his eyes turned to Zhao Hao, "It is very simple to prove whether I am a cultivator of the Demon Dao, and there will be a holy will on the day of the release of the Tongsheng trial list...... I would like to ask the Holy Judge! ”

"Good!"

Li Yuanqing said loudly: "General Zhao, do you have any objections?" ”

Zhao Hao's face was cloudy, and he didn't expect Shen Lang to be so resolute that he would ask for a holy judge.

After the children's examination, the sage's mind will come to the examination room to bless the students, and at this time, a wisp of the saint's consciousness can be brought through the means of sacrificial talent.

But under normal circumstances, no one would do that.

The talent consumed by the Holy Judge is irretrievable, and for the scholar, the talent is precisely the most important thing, which is the real means of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred.

Therefore, unless it is a matter of life and death, few people will ask for a holy judgment.

Of course, the saints here are not true saints, but semi-saints. Since the saints joined the world thousands of years ago, the human race has never given birth to Confucian and Taoist saints.

But even if he was a demi-saint, it was easy to see if Shen Lang was cultivating the Demon Dao.

Seeing that Zhao Hao's face was cloudy, Shen Lang shouted: "Zhao Hao, do you dare to confront me in front of the saint?!" ”

"Good!"

Zhao Hao hugged his fist at Li Yuanqing with a cold face and said, "Li County Order, I want to block this place first, so as not to let Shen Lang escape." ”

Li Yuanqing looked at Shen Lang and said, "Shen Lang." ”

"The students are here."

"You stay here these days, and don't go out."

"Yes."

Lin Dong suddenly smiled slightly, and said to Li Yuanqing: "Yang Shen is my student, I may not have seen him for a long time, so I will stay here to catch up with him in the past few days." ”

This is to stay here to protect Shen Lang and prevent Zhao Hao from taking advantage of the blockade to hack Shen Lang.

Li Yuanqing nodded and said: "This is very good, I don't have to work for the two masters, and on the day of the release of the list, I will bother Mr. Lin to take Shen Lang to the academy." ”

Lin Dong nodded and agreed.

As soon as Li Yuanqing left with the people, Zhao Hao ordered the entire Zhuangzi to be blocked, and no one was allowed to enter or leave at will.

After Lin Dong was welcomed into Zhuangzi, he immediately asked his subordinates to call Yang Shen and Shen Lang.

"Ziyu, you really haven't cultivated the Demon Dao?" Lin Dong stared at Shen Lang with a solemn expression, "It's not that I don't believe you, but this matter is too important." If you hide it now, when the incident really happens, I, your father, and this Yangjiazhuang are afraid that no one will survive. ”

"It's true that I haven't cultivated the Demon Dao."

Shen Lang sighed and said slowly: "Actually, I also know that many people are shocked that I can make these poems, and even suspect that someone ghostwrote them, but I really didn't expect that Zhao Hao would use this to slander me for the devil." ”

Lin Dong pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Actually, before Zhao Hao, I also secretly sent someone to investigate you. ”

Shen Lang listened, his expression did not change in the slightest.

Lin Dong's investigation should have been after making "Luo Shen Fu", after all, half of Zhenguo was too appalling.

I heard Lin Dong continue: "What Zhao Hao said about your situation is indeed true, what explanation do you have?" ”

Shen Lang sighed and said, "Actually, I didn't want to say it all the time, but since you asked in person, Master, I can only tell you this secret." ”

Lin Dong immediately raised his eyebrows, he was not afraid that Shen Lang had a secret, he was afraid that he would not tell it if he had a secret.

And listening to the meaning of Shen Lang's words, there seems to be some reasonable explanation for him to be able to write such a poem.

"You say!"

Shen Lang said: "Lang was indeed a little slack before, but it was not like others said that he didn't learn anything, he just felt that he couldn't learn things, and he often struggled about it every day." ”

Lin Dong nodded, he knew that Shen Donglai had taught Shen Lang by himself, and he had also asked other teachers to teach him, but Shen Lang didn't seem to have a talent for learning literature, and he had not improved much.

"Later, one day, I went to the Lanjiang River to relax, and when I was studying by the river, I was bumped into by the river god Niangniang. Maybe it's fate, and that day Niangniang used mana to help me enlighten my wisdom. Later, when I occasionally went to the Lanjiang River, the river god Niangniang would also cast spells to help me, so that my thinking was clear, and over time I felt that reading seemed to be not so difficult, and many good sentences naturally appeared in my mind. ”

Lin Dong and Yang Shen were dumbfounded when they heard it, they never dreamed that it would be such an explanation.

"Is that true?"

Although Lin Dong didn't believe that Shen Lang had been taken away, he also felt that what he was saying now was simply nonsense. He has lived in Anping County all his life, and he doesn't know how many times he has participated in the river god festival, but he really hasn't seen the legendary Lanjiang river god.

"Naturally, take it seriously." Shen Lang nodded with a serious face, "If you don't believe me, I can try to invite the river god Niangniang to come ashore for a while." ”

There was some silence in the room, and Lin Dong and Yang Shen both looked a little strange.

Let's not talk about the truth of what you just said, are you sure you can invite the river god ashore?

That's the river god, not your maid.

Yang Shen looked at Shen Lang, then at Lin Dong, hesitated and said, "Or ...... Let Ziyu try? If you can really invite the river god to testify, it can be regarded as a complete solution to this identity crisis. ”

"How sure are you that you invite the river god to talk to her?" Lin Dong asked.

"Eight points."

Shen Lang rubbed his nose.

The reason why I didn't say ten points was mainly because the river god lady was a little arrogant, and it was possible that she didn't want to go ashore if she felt that she was disrespectful to her.

Although Shen Lang is now a sixteen-year-old young man, he still has a few years to live in his previous life. In that era of information explosion and all kinds of emotional experts teaching online, the analysis of women has never been less.

Although the small actions of the river god Niangniang were secretive, they were like a fire in Shen Lang's eyes.

"Okay, you ...... right now. Well, the river god will rest at night, or ...... tomorrow morning."

Seeing that Shen Lang was so sure, Yang Shen hesitated.

"No, you can do it now." Shen Lang said.

Yang Shen has the four treasures of the study room in his room, and he doesn't need to go anywhere else.

After grinding the ink and spreading out the rice paper, Yang Shen handed the pen to Shen Lang, but Shen Lang shook his head.

"No, I have a pen."

I saw him take out a brush with a faint glimmer from his bosom.

Lin Dong was stunned at first, then immediately widened his eyes and exclaimed, "This is ...... Emerald Mang?! ”

Lin An was stunned, looked down at the brush in his hand, and said, "This is called Cuimang?" ”

"You don't know?" Lin Dong looked excited, "This emerald mang is the belongings of the great Confucian Li Yuan, when Li Yuan died with the demon clan master on the Cangshan Mountain, he died and this emerald mang disappeared." The Shinonome Academy had ordered a search, but there was no news of it. Where did you get this? ”

Lin Anzhi's expression was strange, when the river god Zhen Luo gave him this money, he didn't say much, he didn't expect it to be such a big thing.

"This is what the river god gave me after making "Luo Shen Fu" that day." Shen Lang replied lightly.

Yang Shen: ......

Lin Dong: ......

The two of them couldn't describe their feelings in words at the moment.

Shen Lang said with a smile: "I'll leave the letter now and send it to the river god Niangniang, Master, Uncle Yang, you wait for a while." ”

Soon, a letter was written by him.

The content is probably that three years ago, thanks to the grace of the mother, I used my magic power to open up my spiritual wisdom, so that I have this amazing talent. Today, I, Shen Lang, were slandered, saying that I could write poems like "Luo Shen Fu" because I was taken away by the masters of the Demon Dao, and the person who wrote the poem was not me Shen Lang, but the old monster who had lived in the Demon Dao for thousands of years. Now I am forced to have no choice but to ask my mother to testify for me and prove that I am innocent.

After a letter was written, Shen Lang dried the ink.

Then he took it and walked out of the door.

The Yang family Zhuangzi was originally built on the banks of the Lanjiang River, and Zhao Hao's soldiers could block the land route of Zhuangzi, but it was impossible to block the Lanjiang River.

When he arrived at the river, Shen Lang put the brazier he had brought over on the ground, and then burned the letter point.

Looking at the rice paper that gradually turned into ashes, a strange thought suddenly rose in Shen Lang's heart: I burned books by the river every day a few days ago, did I also send them to the river god Niangniang?

At this moment, in that magnificent palace in the deepest part of the Lanjiang River.

Zhen Luo sat on the jade jewelry seat, her eyes slightly closed and her hands supported her forehead, as if she was resting.

Suddenly, her eyelashes twitched and she opened her eyes.

The fingers of the lotus root arm stretched out like an onion, and a piece of rice paper appeared in her hand out of thin air.

"How can someone send something to you in the middle of the night? I'm not afraid to disturb people's quietness. ”

Hanyu said softly on the side.

Zhen Luoliu frowned slightly, opened the rice paper and looked at it.

Hanyu also peeked at the side of her jade seat, although she couldn't see it completely, but she also saw the payment.

"It was actually sent by Shen Lang...... In the middle of the night, could it be...... Could it be that he wanted to ......"

Hanyu's eyes rolled slightly, wondering if she would really annoy her mother when she said that word.

Zhen Luo rubbed his eyebrows, a little headache.

"You mussel shell essence is really a talker, I will cook you in Ming'er, and change a crab to serve this palace."

Hanyu immediately put on a well-behaved appearance, lowered her head and wept, and said, "Niangniang, the slave doesn't dare anymore!" In the future, the mother asks the slave and the maid to speak, and the slave and maid will speak, and if the mother does not speak, the slave and the maid must ......"

"Alright, alright." Zhen Luo was so troubled by her that he handed her the rice paper, "Don't peek, if you want to know, just read it yourself." ”

Hanyu looked at the contents of the paper, and a different color flashed in her eyes.

"Niangniang, do you think that Shen Lang will really be ......?"

Before the words fell, Zhen Luo stood up.

"Just return his kindness to "Luo Shen Fu" at that time." Zhen Luo sighed, and said with a little helplessness in his expression.

Hanyu's eyes rolled, and he sighed lightly, "Niangniang, haven't you already given him emerald ......?"

"Shut up!"