Don't talk about Li Du, don't talk about Liu Bai.

In Zhou Dagu's head, there are countless poems to write.

This is the foundation that the world has brought to him.

He looked at the white paper, the literati wrote poems and scrutinized them repeatedly, and the county test prepared a large piece of paper for the literati to scrutinize.

Although, this behavior is of little use to the students of Cai County.

For Zhou Dagu, it is even more useless.

He picked up his pen, and countless poems flashed through his mind.

This time, you can't hide your secrets, and you must become a poem.

He wants the whole Xiangzhou to know his name, so that those bad people don't dare to do anything to him again.

Zhou Dagu was stunned for a moment, and a drop of ink fell on the paper.

Today's events are coming to mind, the clay man still has a temper, how can I be easy to handle when I am Zhou Dagu?

Zhou Dagu came back to his senses, and the pen fell!

"Look, Chencheng, he's put pen to paper!" Within the county office, Guo County ordered to shout loudly.

only knew that after Zhou Dagu was cared for by a saint, the level of concern for Zhou Dagu in his heart had gone up to a higher level.

Qiao Xiancheng was also a little nervous: "I don't know, can this poem still reach the mansion?" ”

"Hello Dafu! If this song can still reach the mansion, then the name of Zhou Dafu will be set, and his future is immeasurable! We also ......"

"Shhhhhhh

"Chencheng, I'm using the county seal now!"

"Then don't argue, I look at his emotions when he writes poems, and seeing a Dafu poem come out with my own eyes is simply the most wonderful thing in the world."

"Otherwise, let's go to the county school to watch, the last time I watched the first draft of "Early Spring", it has loosened my bottleneck, and this time it may give me a stronger feeling!"

Qiao Xiancheng nodded: "Go together!" ”

Kyoto Temple of Literature.

The old man was still staring at Zhou Dagu: "Boy, what kind of surprise can you give me?" ”

Inside the county school compartment.

Zhou Dagu gathered his energy and concentrated, and his talent surged out.

Pen on paper.

The pen walks between the dragon and the snake.

Talent emerges everywhere.

In the county examination room, there was a lot of noise.

"This ...... What's going on? ”

"Look, this familiar feeling, is there another Dafu poem!"

"Alas, brother next door, why do you say again?"

"You don't know this, a few days ago, in the early spring poetry meeting, I had the honor to participate with my father, and I saw Zhou Dafu writing Dafu poems with my own eyes!"

"That's right! It must be so, Zhou Dafu is by our side, is it going to be Dafu poetry again this time! ”

Zhang Xuezheng came to the county school examination room with his talent: "Don't talk to each other, be careful that the official judges you for cheating!" ”

Zhang Xuezheng was full of displeasure, he Qiao Xiancheng still dared to let the left and right arrest him quickly, just rely on those vulgar martial artists?

He's a dignified scholar.

In the compartment in front of Zhang Xuezheng, the little scholar walked out.

Zhang Xuezheng looked at him nervously: "You...... What do you want? ”

The little scholar smiled disdainfully: "Submit the papers, can't you?" My lord! ”

"But you clearly haven't finished answering!"

"I'll be able to take the test after I finish answering? Adults take my rolls! ”

His self-confidence made Zhang Xuezheng doubt himself.

The little scholar didn't pack anything, handed over the volume to Zhang Xuezheng, and he quickly walked out of the cubicle.

"I'm going to go to Zhou Dafu to write poems!"

The students in the two cubicles next to him poked their heads out and smiled at each other.

Can it still be like this?

Yes!

What about us?

Walk!

Caixian students are different from students in other places, and students from other places take the county exam in order to show talents.

Let's Cai County students, take the county exam.

It's just to make my private school time without regrets, although I understand that I can't get into the show, but what if!

Who can be sure.

The grading officer read through the splendid article and didn't want to eat some of the original intestines!

"My lord, I'll hand in the papers!"

"I'll hand in the papers, too!"

……

Many students who felt hopeless left the exam cubicles one after another.

Zhou Dagu stood in the first compartment at the entrance of the county test.

They stood outside the county exam.

Zhang Xuezheng was angry and furious: "Submitter, get out of here!" Otherwise, I'll think it's cheating! ”

A student who was about 1.9 meters and measured 200 catties visually glared back at Zhang Xuezheng.

turned around and knelt down at the gate of the county school: "Hello saint!" ”

The students behind him followed suit and knelt down in front of the saint ranking.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuezheng was furious, but he didn't dare to stop him.

In Daying, students worship saints, and there is no reason for anyone to stop them.

Many condemned prisoners, before the execution, ask to see their parents, if it is not a heinous crime, they can use filial piety as an excuse to delay for a day.

The students of Cai County did not know that their kneeling in front of the tablet of the saint directly cut off Zhang Xuezheng's Confucian path.

Of course, at the moment, they don't care about bullshit and politics, they just want to see what poems Zhou Dafu writes.

After all, this vision is really terrifying!

Zhou Dagu was covered with grass on the compartment.

The breeze blows and the grass swayes, giving the impression of being in the deep forest.

"Huh? Shouldn't all the grass feel like being in the prairie? Why do I feel like I'm in the middle of the woods? At the gate of the county school, next to the sage's tablet, Qiao Xiancheng opened his mouth in confusion.

Vision, respond with practical actions.

Between the grasses, the partitions on both sides of Zhou Dagu's body cracked in an instant.

The partitions were scattered, and the grass fell to the ground.

Guo Xianling looked at it seriously: "Who built the partition, why can't it withstand the vision!" ”

"That's not right! It's not that it can't withstand the vision, it's that the pine partition is also part of the vision! Qiao Xiancheng found the blind spot and hurriedly yelled.

"Look, Grass, what's that?" Some students shouted.

Qiao County's talent gathered between his eyes and looked at it carefully.

Among the green grass, small words on pine planks take root on the ground, and the small thorns continue to grow.

There are some small spines that suddenly burst as they grow larger.

Trees are immovable, and it is not easy to survive.

Countless small pine thorns fell to the ground, and only a dozen small thorns slowly grew.

"It's a pine, a pine, and there are two pines on my doorstep, and I recognize them." A student shouted at the vision.

A dozen small thorns lined up together, slowly disappearing over the grass.

Not only that, but the students of the county examination were attracted by the vision.

Even, the demi-saint of the Kyoto Confucian Temple, who saw what happened in the Caixian Confucian Temple through the void, was also a little shocked: "The poem became a vision, and it was a one-handed mansion...... No, the pine trees on the ground are real, this poem has affected reality, is it a Narushu poem? ”

He controlled the scene in the void and slowly approached Zhou Dagu's back.

Through Zhou Dagu's face, he saw the poems on the table.

"From the small thorns in the deep grass, now I gradually feel the basil."

Good poetry! Good poetry!

"Although I write about pine trees, I also write about myself through pine trees!"

"Zhou Dafu? Sure enough, there is a poetic talent, but he is going to change his title today! ”

Caixian County School.

Guo Xianling had already noticed that something was wrong, and he took a step back: "Qincheng!" ”

"Your Excellency!"

"Hold on to the wall!"

"Why?"

"Because, you are about to see that in Cai County, under our governance, there are students who want to write a poem about Mingzhou!"

Qiao Xiancheng swallowed a mouthful of spit and looked at Zhou Dagu intently.

He put away the pen in his hand.

After the last sentence of the poem was written, the talent in the county school rose again!