The Wen Palace is locked, and now Shen Lang does not have any talent and righteousness, unless he has mastered the magic power of "Cave Watching Fire", even if he is a half-saint, he will only treat him as an ordinary person.

The two sat cross-legged across each other, and Zhang Fuyin's body was surging with cyan talent, like a tide.

Shen Lang looked at it, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

When he was in the Nine Rank Realm, he only knew that Zhang Fu Yin was the Qingyun Mansion Yin and his strength must not be weak, but it was not until now that he was promoted to the Seventh Rank and understood the power of the Bachelor Realm better, that he realized that this was not weak, it was simply outrageously strong!

No wonder he dared to use the Wen Palace to carry the extraterritorial Heavenly Demon Phantom.

The pinnacle of the real bachelor's realm?

"Concentrate!"

Without waiting for Shen Lang to think about it again, Zhang Fuyin let out a low snort.

Shen Lang hurriedly held his breath and concentrated, and felt a wave of green qi slap into his eyebrows along Zhang Fuyin's palm.

"Boom!"

There was a huge shock at the center of Shen Lang's eyebrows, and he felt a huge talent being injected into his eyebrows.

"Write poems with this talent, and use the talent from the sky to open the Wen Palace, and don't directly impact!"

Zhang Fuyin's low and hoarse voice fell into Shen Lang's ears.

Shen Lang's body shook slightly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that there were already four treasures of the study room in front of him, all of which were Zhang Fuyin's treasures. And Zhang Fuyin is pale at the moment, and it seems that he has consumed a lot of talent.

He didn't dare to hesitate, because it was the relationship injected by others, and the talent was rapidly dissipating every moment.

Thousands of miles with swords,

The micro body dares to speak.

used to be a Qingyun guest,

Live up to Zhang Gong's grace.

As these four lines of poetry fell, the space in the room shook slightly, and the cyan talent in the sky fell, rushing straight to Shen Lang's eyebrows.

"Open!"

Shen Lang let out a low snort, and his consciousness dragged the heavenly talent to rush towards the Wen Palace again, and he felt a violent vibration in his eyebrows, and the locked Wen Palace finally cracked a crack

"Open again!"

Shen Lang's face was gloomy, sweat was pouring down like rain on his body, and the Wen Palace shook violently again, and the gap that had been broken became a little bigger again.

"Open it for me!"

Shen Lang shouted violently, and all the talent in the sky was fully incorporated into his body, and he rushed towards Wen Gong frantically.

"Boom!"

Shen Lang spurted out a mouthful of blood.

It's just that this time not only did he not feel hurt, but it made his whole person clear, and his brain seemed to be soaked in ice water.

Wen Gong's familiar aura returned to his perception, and he just looked at it slightly, and felt the gentle greeting from those ten small worlds.

Shen Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the power that had disappeared for several days finally returned.

The feeling of being lost and regained made him feel an inexplicable excitement, as if he was full of strength.

Shen Lang got up and solemnly clasped his fists towards Zhang Yuan and saluted: "Thank you Zhang Fuyin." ”

Zhang Fuyin nodded slightly, but his eyes fell on the poem.

His expression was excited, and his eyes flashed with a scorching light, even with his Zhang Fuyin's indifference and calmness, it was inevitable at this moment.

Don't say anything about it in the future, just look at Shen Lang's achievements today, and if he can write his name into the poem, this is a trace of heavenly blessings!

With this trace of heavenly blessings, the possibility of him Zhang Yuan impacting the university scholar can be increased by three percent!

"I should thank you." Zhang Fuyin sighed.

Shen Lang smiled slightly, picked up the pen again, and wrote his name above the poem: Answer Qingyun Mansion Zhang Fu Yin

The answer is the meaning of thanks, and Zhang Fuyin of Qingyun Mansion can only be Zhang Yuan alone.

"The poems and texts failed to Mingzhou, only to the extent of Dafu, and I ask Zhang Fuyin to forgive me." Shen Lang said with some embarrassment.

In any case, his first few poems were all at the level of Mingzhou, and although the one given to Zhen Luo, the god of the Lanjiang River, was said to be the work of Zhenguo, but in fact it reached the shocking level above Zhenguo, but it was just a vision sealed by Zhen Luo with Shinto secret methods.

In any case, sending Zhang Fu Yin to this capital is a little lower.

Zhang Fuyin shook his head with a smile and said, "That's enough." ”

He paused slightly, and then said: "If you write poems for others in the future, if you are not a close friend, you must not write praise, even if you are acting on the spot." ”

Shen Langqi said: "Why? ”

Zhang Fuyin slowly spoke: "You once wrote the Heavenly Dao Holy Text, and for this reason, Fang Heaven and Earth have completed the Great Dao. The way of heaven is also humane, and if you are blessed in the way of heaven, it will bless you with the way. When you write poems to praise someone, it is equivalent to thinking that they will bless the way of heaven, although there is only a trace of it, but for ordinary people, this trace is great luck. ”

"In the past, I only guessed that it would have this miracle effect, but I wasn't sure until I got a poem from you today. In the future, if I can be promoted to the realm of a university scholar, I will also accept the grace of your poem today. ”

After hearing Zhang Fuyin's words, Shen Lang was stunned.

Does the Heavenly Dao Holy Text still have this kind of benefit?

He pondered for a moment, and suddenly his heart moved, and he said in a low voice: "Then if I write an article to scold people, is it ......?"

Zhang Fuyin glanced at him, and then said slowly: "This is what you think yourself, not what I taught." ”

Shen Lang smiled and understood the meaning of Zhang Fuyin's words.

But then I began to think about how many people I had written poems for.

One is the master Lin Dong, although the poem has nothing to do with him, but the title is "Wenquan in Anping County, with Lin Wanli", which was given to him by Shengsheng.

The second is the Lanjiang River God Zhen Luo, the three words "Luo Shen Fu" are not jokes, if you want to praise alone, in the five thousand years of brilliant civilization in China, I am afraid that there is no song that can surpass Cao Zijian's "Luo Shen Fu".

The third is Liao Dongxue, the song "Mingxin Lake for Sister Dongxue" is the same as Lin Dong's, and it is also named with the title.

As for the fourth one......

Shen Lang's expression was slightly strange.

Does "The Story of Peach Blossom Temple" count?

In the small world, the Peach Blossom Fairy also asked him to talk, but Shen Lang never went to the appointment.

In this way, I really wrote a lot of poems to give away.

"Zhang Fuyin, what difference does the grade of the poem make to the person who gave it?"

Zhang Fuyin glanced at him lightly and didn't speak.

Shen Lang reacted immediately, and hurriedly hugged his fists and smiled: "Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang!" ”

"For ordinary monks, there is not much difference, unless ......" Zhang Fuyin said this, and glanced at Shen Lang meaningfully, "Unless the other party is a Shinto monk, the higher the level of poetry, the greater the harvest." ”

Shen Lang immediately understood what Zhang Yuan's meaningful gaze meant......

Lanjiang River God Zhen Luo.

"Ahem...... The river god of Lanjiang is kind to me, and it was only an improvisation that day......"

"Okay, don't explain......" Zhang Yuan said this, and lightly added eight words, "Cover your ears and steal the bell, and want to cover up." ”

I'm special!

Zhang Yuan rested for a while, and then walked out of the door with Shen Lang.

At the gate, Yao Zhiyang was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and when he saw the two of them coming out, he immediately got up and walked over.

"But okay?" Yao Zhiyang's voice was a little excited.

Shen Lang smiled and nodded, "Thanks to Brother Zhang, my Wen Palace has been restored." ”

Yao Zhiyang's eyebrows suddenly fluttered, and he hugged his fists and smiled: "Congratulations Brother Shen!" ”

Shen Lang also smiled and returned the salute with his fists.

"Then let's go straight to the main hall now, I've been waiting over there for a long time." Yao Zhiyang said.

Shen Lang's expression was a little twisted, he coughed lightly, and said, "I've been missing these days, I heard that ......"

Zhang Yuan also glared at him angrily, and said, "The third room on the left." ”

"See you later!"

Shen Lang didn't even have the mood to be polite with the two of them, turned around and left the courtyard and walked towards the courtyard on the left.

Yao Zhiyang looked at Shen Lang's back and widened his eyes: "That's it, you still say that there is no adultery?!" ”

Zhang Yuan frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "How can you chew the root of people's tongues behind your back?" ”

Yao Zhiyang was suddenly excited, and hurriedly hugged his fists to apologize.

Zhang Yuan has a straight face on weekdays, and his official authority is very heavy, and the people from Qingyun Mansion even gave him a nickname in private, called "Iron Mask Mansion Yin".

It is only when facing Shen Lang that Zhang Yuan will have so many mood swings.

On weekdays, it is Liao Guangzheng and others, and he also serves with a straight face.

Walking to the third courtyard, Shen Lang saw a faint light inside.

I don't have any special thoughts, but I have an indescribable emotion in my heart.

I couldn't help but sigh and secretly scolded myself a few scumbags.

But no matter what he thought in his heart, the body still walked up honestly and knocked on the door.