Shen Lang went up to the second floor, and this time the guard was a middle-aged scribe, who looked to be in his forties, dressed in green clothes. At this moment, he was lying on his back on a Taishi chair, and when he saw Shen Lang coming up, he didn't mean to get up.

Shen Lang looked left and right, the second floor and the first floor were almost the same, the difference was that there was only a blank piece of paper on the table, but there was no title on it.

Seeing this scene, Shen Lang's expression suddenly became strange.

What's the matter, do you want to give this uncle a wake-up service first?

Shen Lang thought for a moment, walked to the table and picked up the pen, but immediately put it back on the table.

"Not suitable...... If it spreads out, saying that my poem is Mingzhou but can only be used for others to sleep, wouldn't it be a loss of my face? Shen Lang muttered to himself.

"Huh!"

The middle-aged scribe who was lying down couldn't lie down either, and let out a mocking laugh.

"Do you think that when the bell rings nine times on the first floor, you really have the talent of Mingzhou?" The middle-aged scribe turned over and sat up, lifted his eyes and glanced at Shen Lang.

Shen Lang was also not modest, nodded and said: "The bronze bell is silent, and I am also the posture of the town." ”

The middle-aged scribe laughed angrily and said, "Okay, well, there are even more crazy people in this world than me!" I don't want you to make a work of the town, as long as your poems can reach the level of the house, then it will be considered passable! ”

"But I also have to say it ahead, I don't bother to read your kid's poems, but if you don't have talent from heaven, you can go downstairs by yourself."

"Only look at visions, not poetry?" Shen Lang rubbed the bridge of his nose, "In case the poem becomes Mingzhou, there are poems in the vision, if you don't read the poems, how can you look at the vision, is it possible that you can still ......"

The middle-aged scribe was annoyed and angry, and said, "If you don't write, if you don't write, you will get out!" ”

Shen Lang chuckled: "I just want to explain the rules first, so that you don't have to pay the bills when you get it." ”

The middle-aged scribe said angrily: "As long as there is a hint of vision, I will close my eyes directly, and I will never look at your messy poems!" ”

"Good!"

Shen Lang clapped his hands lightly, and wrote on the white paper:

Spring sleep is not aware,

Birds are heard everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night,

How much do you know about the flowers?

Suddenly, the entire small building shook, and the surging talent fell from the sky!

The middle-aged scribe froze, and turned his head blankly to look at the table.

He was lying on the Taishi's chair, and he looked at a table corner pestle in front of his face, and the poems on the table really couldn't see a word.

"Sir, it's time to close your eyes."

Shen Lang reminded in a gentle and kind voice.

The middle-aged scribe was excited, and immediately came back to his senses, jumped up as soon as he turned over, and raised his hand to grab the rice paper on the table.

But Shen Lang's movements were faster, and he grabbed the rice paper first, and put it directly into the cuffs.

The middle-aged scribe was stunned for a moment and said, "Boy, what are you doing?!" ”

Shen Lang chuckled: "Say it's good to look at it." ”

The middle-aged scribe's face suddenly turned red, and he said angrily: "The rice paper is mine, you give it back to me!" ”

"You're from Qingyun Academy?"

The middle-aged scribe was stunned: "How do you know?" No, give it back to me! ”

Shen Lang rolled his eyes, it was really the same lineage.

Shen Lang ignored him, just raised his hand and pointed upward: "The vision is here, sir, please close your eyes." ”

The cyan talent in the sky began to condense and turned into an elegant courtyard.

The night was just right, and the spring rain was falling, beating on the peach tree in the courtyard, like cherry blossom petals falling colorfully, like a dream.

Eyes closed, eyes not closed, eyes closed, eyes not ......

The middle-aged scribe was entangled in his heart.

Tianyan poems, which proves that what is written must be Narushu's work!

How many readers can have a chance to witness the birth of Narushu's work in this life?

No matter!

He stiffened his neck and stared into the air with wide eyes, unwilling to miss any of the next frames.

After the vision in the sky ended, the golden text began to appear.

"I don't know when I sleep in spring, I hear birds crying everywhere, the sound of wind and rain comes at night, and I know how many flowers fall......" The middle-aged scribe looked solemn, and his eyes flashed with a touch of fanaticism, "There are only two crosses, and this spring rain remnant flower is written in such an artistic conception!" ”

"Especially the sound of wind and rain this night, how many flowers fall...... What a stroke of genius! The middle-aged scribe trembled with excitement.

Shen Lang pursed his lips: "Who said not to look at it just now?" ”

The middle-aged scribe turned around and stared at Shen Lang with a pair of reddened eyes.

The gaze that seemed to be staring at the prey made Shen Lang a little stunned.

The next moment, the middle-aged scribe reached out and grabbed Shen Lang's shoulder.

"Where's the original?!"

Shen Lang's face remained unchanged: "Do you want the original manuscript or rice paper?" ”

The middle-aged scribe said angrily: "The rice paper is mine, and the words you wrote on it are naturally mine!" ”

Shen Lang was stunned, is this better than blue?

When Liu Huaikuan hacked his Nie Xiaoqian's original manuscript that day, his skin wasn't thick to this extent, right?

"Do you know Liu Huaikuan and Liu Yuanzheng?" Shen Lang suddenly asked.

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged scribe, and he said, "It's the family teacher, do you know?" ”

And so it was!

"I went to Qingyun Academy a few days ago, and I had a relationship." Shen Lang turned his head to look at the chair, "Can I go up?" ”

The middle-aged scribe glanced at Shen Lang, then at his cuffs, and sighed, when he heard Shen Lang say Liu Huaikuan's name, he knew that this manuscript could not be grabbed.

"If Shicheng Mingzhou can't be on yet, then who can go?"

The middle-aged scribe was full of embarrassment, walked over and moved the Taishi chair away, thought about it and picked up the small copper hammer thrown in the corner, and gently knocked it towards the bronze bell.

The two naturally didn't know that there was already an uproar outside at this moment.

In a courtyard of Tao'an, six or seven young scholars are sitting on the ground, and next to them are several singers playing music.

Suddenly, a look of surprise appeared on the face of one of the scholars, and the man in the green shirt beside him stood up suddenly.

"That's the ...... What's going on?! ”

The man in the green shirt looked to the east with a shocked face and muttered, "The work of Narushu is definitely the work of Narushu!" ”

"Everyone, let's go over and have a look?"

"Narushu's work? Could it be that the great power of the academy came to Taoan? ”

"Let's go, let's see!"

The students ignored the stunned singers, and got up one by one and ran towards the outside of the courtyard.

On the other side, in a mansion in the deepest part of the peach hermitage, a white-clothed scribe also raised his head in surprise. The vision of the sky in the distance is still evolving in the sky, and the scene of the wind and rain destroying the peach blossoms in the sky that night is as beautiful as a dream.

"Heaven performs poetry, poetry becomes Mingzhou?"

Next to him was a middle-aged woman, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes: "I didn't expect that someone in the peach nunnery could make a work of Naruto." ”

"I'll take a look."

"Let's go."

Outside the small building in the bamboo forest, Ying Xiang was already dumbfounded.

"Poetry into Mingzhou ......"

Yingxiang felt that her head was running out of money, how could she just pick someone back and make Narushu's work?

"Who the hell is he?!" Ying Xiang turned her head to stare at Wan Hailiang.

Wan Hailiang rolled his eyes, but Liu Cuihua on the side was a little unbearable, and said with a smile: "My son-in-law's surname is Shen Minglang, and the word is jade." ”

Shen Lang...... Shen Zi...... Ziyu?! Yingxiang's eyes widened.

She suddenly understood why she felt familiar when she heard Shen Lang's name, because Mr. Ziyu's name was Shen Lang!

It's just that the legend says that Mr. Ziyu is not a respected Confucian and Taoist old-timer, how can he be so young?

"Really?" Yingxiang exclaimed.

Wan Hailiang twitched the corners of his lips slightly: "Naturally, seriously, my young master still needs to take on someone else's name?" Didn't I tell you just now, the young master's literary talent is the first in Qingyun Mansion! ”

Ying Xiang caressed her heart, took a deep breath, turned her head to look at the bamboo building, and her eyes flashed with different colors.