Anyway, that's how the Beacon Horse Thieves matter.

The government is not in a rut.

When Yang Qingfeng and the others went to Yin Wuze before, they didn't see the slightest trace of Yin soldiers crossing the border.

As for the ghost judges.

- People have always been on Jinling's wanted list!

It's just that I can't catch anyone all the time, what's the way?

The days are still like that, day by day.

The same is true for Yu Chen on the Wanjia Mausoleum.

The Qi of heaven and earth in the body is always moving towards the realm of spiritual appearance, and he himself sweeps the cemetery every day, goes down the mountain to listen to the play, drinks tea, and the years are quiet and leisurely.

Those hard-working corpse collectors were busy all day long, moving up to the corpse room, and telling Yu Chen all kinds of strange things in the city.

For example, what kind of drunken spring building girl fought hundreds of people in one night, for example, what port ghost ship is haunted, for example, what city Chase Martial Arts Hall because of someone in the government who was killed......

All kinds of complexities, all kinds of red dust, all in the ear.

As soon as the incident of the Beacon Fire Horse Thieves passed, the entire Jinling seemed to have returned to peace.

If there is anything, it's not nothing.

- That Hede Academy, it seems that something big has happened today.

How so?

Today, it's the birthday of Dean Zhao of Hop Tak College!

Although he didn't like this kind of occasion, he couldn't stand the pleas of the academy's top management, so he still did it.

——Although Hede College teaches and educates people, after all, it is such a big behemoth, the relationship between the inside is complicated, and the people always have to have contacts with the outside.

Zhao Weixian can naturally see that it is fake to celebrate his birthday, and the big people in the entire Jinling want to take this opportunity to have their own calculations!

And so, the sky just dawned.

One by one, horse-drawn carriages drove out of Jinling and headed for Hede Academy.

By the end of the day, the gate of Hede Academy was already full of carriages of various bigwigs in Jinling.

Either rich or expensive.

Then there is the welcome to report the gift.

The big guys all gave gifts that they thought were precious to this Jinling Confucian.

The state pastor, the Shenwu King, the eight divisions, as well as the major chambers of commerce and the major forces...... But no matter how hard the ceremonial officer shouted, those rare treasures of heaven and earth also made people red.

But Dean Zhao sat there without moving his eyelids.

After the ceremony of the children outside, it is the ceremony of the disciples of the academy.

At this time, these gifts will be much more "elegant".

It's either a Mobao, an ancient book, or simply a flowery article to the dean.

——These disciples and disciples are all shrewd, and they all know that outsiders are just that, if the people in the academy give those copper-smelling things, then their teachers can knock out their brains!

In the face of the gifts of these literati disciples, Dean Zhao's expression was obviously much softer, but his mouth was poisonous.

Someone gave Mobao, and he said that there was no water in his stomach, and no matter how good Mobao was, he couldn't write good things.

Someone gave an ancient book, and he asked the gift-giving student if he could read and understand the book.

Some people praised it, and he even bluntly said that you don't feel disgusting when you write this thing.

It is those ceremonies that concentrate on writing poems and paintings, although they look ordinary, but they make this Dean Zhao quite fond of them.

In the end, it was Qinghuan's turn.

As soon as the little girl came up, there was an uproar below.

- Literati are light.

This situation is true of any academy, even if it is under the capital city.

In addition, Qinghuan was born as a handyman, but he was taught by Zhao Weixian, who was envied by everyone, with his talent.

You said that these brothers and sisters don't have a little pimple in their hearts, that's absolutely impossible.

Of course, it's not a malicious intention, it's just that he just thinks that Qinghuan's talent is not worthy of such a good treatment.

"What can this girl send?"

"Do you want to care? I bet with you that no matter what she gives, the dean will only be happy believe it or not! ”

"After all, it's Wenqu Linggen, and it's not at the same level as us at all."

"If you want me to say, this Qinghuan junior sister really doesn't know what to do—I heard that she runs to that grave every day, wasting her time, if I had her qualifications, wouldn't I be in the library every day and twelve hours?"

“……”

There are many voices in the hall, noisy and varied.

And those big people also cast their eyes.

——There is an extra good seedling of Wenqu Linggen in Hede Academy, they all know about it, and they were beaten by Zhao Weixian for advising the apprentice!

Now it's finally seen, but can't you see it?

I just watched the little girl come out, take out a scroll, and bow down, "Uncle Shi, Qinghuan is saluting." ”

As soon as everyone saw that the scroll was not a treasure of heaven and earth, they knew that Qinghuan was probably the same as those academy students, taking poetry and painting as a gift.

Sure enough, I listened to Qinghuan crisply said: "Qinghuan is stupid, even if he knows that Uncle Shi loves snow, he can't make decent poems and paintings, so he went to ask for a few lines of prose poems and gave them to Uncle Shi." ”

Zhao Wei listened first, and raised his eyebrows.

Thinking about Qinghuan's first arrival, no one knows the two, where to ask for what poems?

But in curiosity, he still nodded slightly, "Qinghuan, let's listen to it." ”

Qinghuan opened the scroll and read it according to it.

"The wind blows the jade trees on both sides, and the bright moon basks the silver sand."

The crisp sound echoed in the lobby of the college.

Zhao Weixian's originally indifferent look suddenly stiffened, and he chewed word by word: "The wind blows Yushu on both sides of the strait...... A bright moon drying silver sand? ”

With his thoughts, the big people in Jinling around him were also stunned and savored it.

Every word doesn't say snow, but every word is snow!

Wonderful!

"Good!"

Zhao Weixian pondered for a moment, and suddenly smiled, "Yes, it's a good poem!" Qinghuan, I have a heart! Have a heart! ”

- One thing to say, this is the first time he has praised so generously at this birthday banquet!

The crowd was also shocked and discussed.

"This poem is good! Where did this little girl ask for it? ”

"There are some great Confucians in Jinling who can make such poems, but this little girl shouldn't know them!"

"This poem is the best among all the birthday poems today!"

“……”

But just when the big guy thought it was over, Qinghuan spoke again.

"The Miyagi regiment returned to the strict light, and the day was broken and fell into Qiongfang."

As soon as this poem came out, Zhao Weixian was stunned.

And also?

The guests were also shocked!

Again!

But before they could react, Qinghuan's side seemed to have no bottleneck, bursting out one after another!

"I don't know if the thunder is scattered and falling today, I suspect that the forest flowers bloomed last night."

"The difference between sprinkling salt and air can be imitated, and the catkins are not raised by the wind."

"The swirling bead curtain is over the powder wall, lighter than catkins and heavier than frost."

“……”

Listening to it, Zhao Weixian's face changed.

As a well-informed Confucian, poetry and literature together can be described as the pinnacle!

Naturally, I can hear that the poems and essays that Qinghuan said are all top talents!

If it's just a sentence or two, that's it.

Just one "snow" can write so many superb poems, which is simply appalling!

What's even more outrageous is that Zhao Weixian heard it.

Each of these lines of poetry is a very different style, and if a literati is proficient in these styles at the same time, it can only be said that it ...... Monster!

looked at Zhao Weixian's expression.

These Jinling bigwigs also swallowed their saliva.

They didn't have much knowledge of poetry, and Yang Zhen couldn't tell the slightest bit of good or bad - he felt that these were even worse than the poems he had when he was a child.

But looking at Zhao Weixian's expression, they knew that these poems were probably not something that ordinary people could compose!

But while everyone was shocked, Qinghuan didn't seem to notice the change in atmosphere at all.

Here comes another sentence.

"It should be the heavenly immortals who are drunk and crush the white clouds."

At that moment, Zhao Weixian's pupils contracted suddenly!

It was as if he saw the drunken immortals above the clouds, and between the poems, the white clouds in the sky were crumpled and sprinkled, turning into vast snow, covering the heavens and the earth!

At the same time, under the spiritual root of Qinghuan Wenqu, it even attracted the Qi of heaven and earth, turning into a sky full of wind and snow, pouring into this lobby!

"Good! Good! Good! ”

Zhao Weixian has three good words in a row!

"The old man didn't want to hold this birthday banquet, and he intuitively wasted time, but when he looked at it at this time, where was the waste of time? It's a big gift! Qinghuan, Uncle Shi likes the poems you asked for! ”

When Qinghuan heard this, she also laughed heartily and said, "Uncle Shi, don't worry, there is still a mile!" ”

Then he listened to her chanting.

"——Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom."

After reading it, Qinghuan collected the scroll, and after respectfully presenting it, he retreated.

But at that moment, the Qi of Heaven and Earth moved again!

In the blink of an eye, everyone saw an illusion.

After a night, the spring breeze blew, and on thousands of trees, pear blossoms bloomed!

But in the blink of an eye, I found that the endless pear blossoms were covered with snow!

"Wonderful!" Zhao Weixian took a deep breath and said!

"This last sentence is a stroke of genius!" The state pastor also sighed!

"It's like no other." This is the evaluation of King Shenmu.

"It's half better than my poems." Yang Zhen was ashamed of himself.

“……”

There was a lot of noise and discussion.

And everyone's gaze at Qinghuan has changed.

"This little girl...... Where do you get so many great poems? Can it even easily attract the Qi of Heaven and Earth? "Someone muttered, you know, for ordinary people, poetry is pretending to be forced to put it bluntly, but for an alchemist who cultivates the way of literature, a superb poem is no less than a terrifying supernatural power!

"In this vast summer, with snow as the theme, I can only think of that ...... who can make such a huge amount of poetry."

"Shut up! Crazy you! "Someone was immediately alarmed.

But in any case, one thing that everyone is extremely curious about at this time is where did this lonely Qinghuan ask for so many poetry classics?

Even Zhao Weixian couldn't help but have a raging flame in his eyes.

- That's a chess opponent, a mountain of water!

"Qinghuan, this poem ...... Where did you get it from? ”

Qinghuan didn't shy away from it, stood up, and said crisply: "Uncle Shi, these poems are obtained by disciples from Ming Mountain!" ”

When everyone heard this, they all frowned.

Mingshan?

Which holy place of study in Jinling is called Mingshan?

Which famous academy in Daxia is in Mingshan?

That's not right!

Why haven't you heard of it?

But I haven't heard of it...... Why is it so familiar?

Wait a minute!

All of a sudden, someone slapped their thighs!

"Mingshan...... That Ming Mountain in Wanjialing?! ”

Qinghuan nodded.

So, the guests in the hall were full of shock!

- Isn't that a fucking grave?

I don't have a fever today, and I'm seriously asking for a monthly ticket to pinch the brothers

(End of chapter)