The breeze is inside.

The vision in the corner of the first floor gradually attracted more and more people's attention.

I don't know who took the lead first, and some people with keen perception began to converge on the bookcase.

"It's a poem!"

I don't know who exclaimed, there was an uproar in the lobby, and the people queuing up to buy tickets couldn't even care about the queue, and they all rushed to the source one by one, and at the same time, people on the second and third floors kept coming down to join the crowd, and even the stewards and shopkeepers behind the counters, including the beautiful woman, were attracted to the past......

There were a lot more people than the one just now.

This time, there were not only guests from the Seifuki Residence, but also many pedestrians from the street outside, who were attracted by the vision.

At this time, the girl in green who came to the bookcase first was looking at the brilliant lyrics on the table in a daze, and her eyes seemed to be nailed to it, and it was difficult to move away.

"Nan Kezi. ”

"Ten miles of green mountains are far away, and the tide flat road is sandy. A few birds complained about the years. It's a bleak time again, at the end of the world. ”

The girl took a deep breath and looked down again.

"The white dew collects the waning moon, and the breeze disperses the dawn. On the bank of the green poplar embankment, he asked the lotus: Remember the wine when the year came, that person?"

"It's beautiful"

The girl murmured.

Confucian poetry is very popular in the mountains, but in fact, most monks just attach importance to it, covet its role in benefiting cultivation, many people do not know how to appreciate and analyze, can only chew a little taste, but this does not prevent them from knowing the quality of a poem, because this has its own heaven and earth to judge.

Good poetry may not be able to enter the product, but it must be good poetry if it is entered!

Moreover, once the poems are born, they can produce visions, so what they seek after is only the original manuscript of the poems.

The girl in green is different, she is very interested in poetry, and has read many manuscripts of poems that have been circulated in the mountains, not only for practice, but also for hobbies.

She knows that every poem is a beautiful "accident", how difficult it is for those sentences composed of emotional words to be recognized by heaven and earth, and the poet who wrote these sentences is even more talented!

The words of the first building in front of me are novel, the image is clear, the contrast is harmonious, the colors are gorgeous, and the sense of beauty is very strong.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look up at the scholar in front of her.

It turned out that he was really a scholar of Linlu Academy......

Zhao Rong was smiling at this time.

The people around him only thought that he was calm and calm, but in fact, he ...... He was very confused now.

Why is there such a big movement when I write the first word? This was not the case when I wrote it to Qian'er before!

He looked at the crowd around him who had slowly quieted down, most of them staring intently at the words he had written, and occasionally a few looked up at him, also in shock.

After all, it is indeed extremely rare for someone outside the academy to be able to make a poem, and once such a scholar appears, the academy will almost always send out an invitation to include him in the academy.

At this moment, everyone was almost sure that Zhao Rong was from Linlu Academy, of course, there was one exception, and he still had a trace of luck......

Zhao Rong glanced at Lin Qingxuan, who was standing outside the crowd with a suspicious look in his eyes, but still didn't say anything.

I looked at the beautiful woman in the crowd again.

The beautiful woman who had been paying attention to him saw him see, her heart trembled, and she hurriedly showed a smile, which was very unnatural and a little flattering.

Zhao Rong only thinks that this kind of routine where you look down on me, come and step on me, and I slap my face back, is very boring.

He didn't know why Lin Qingxuan stepped on him, he just didn't like me? This is probably just an external cause, but what about the internal cause?

In fact, at first, he wanted to go directly and not play this kind of trick with them, but Liu Sanbian stood up to help him in that situation.

He felt that he had to repay this favor, so he picked a corner where no one was around, and wanted to write a few poems like Qian'er to give to Liu Sanbian, maybe he could use them.

I just didn't expect it to be so big after I finished writing!

Zhao Rong saw that Brother Liu and the others beside him were still immersed in this song "Nan Kezi Ten Miles of Green Mountains", so he tried to call a few times in his heart.

Since I learned yesterday that he was still going to "eat soft rice", I have been ignoring him.

Zhao Rong didn't know why it hated eating soft rice so much, what's wrong with eating soft rice?

And I don't, no... You may not be able to eat it.

"What to do?"

Zhao Rong was a little surprised, but he actually responded to him, probably concerned about his current special situation.

"Not angry?"

"Heh, I'm not angry, you're not productive, what's the matter with this seat?"

"I'm really not going to eat soft rice, I'm just going to return the jade to her, and then send a letter by the way. ”

"Huh. ”

“......”

"That, what the hell is the poetry product?

Returned to Shen and groaned.

"Poetry is recognized by heaven and earth, and it can become a treasure that gathers aura, and this seat has told you before. As for the climbing products...... At that time when this seat was in the Xuanhuang world, there were only poems in and out of quality, and later I heard that Confucianism wanted to divide the poems into products, but until the seat left, I didn't see any movement from them. ”

At that time, the person who told the secret of this seat said that the Confucian sage was going to divide the poems into three products and two realms. ”

"Climbing products, falling flowers, Nanshan products. ”

"There is a realm of me, and there is no realm of me. ”

"The order of the three products is the difference between high and low, the ascending product can only gather the aura once, for the Haoran realm and above monks to use; the falling flower product can not only gather more aura, but also help the bottleneck monk of the Shao Realm to break through the realm; and the Nanshan product is even more extraordinary, the aura that can be gathered is massive, and at the same time, it can help the bottleneck monk of the Haoran Realm to break through the realm!"

"As for the realm of self and the realm of no self, only the poems of Luohua and Nanshan can be divided into these two realms, or in other words, the poems of climbing the stairs can only become the latter two products if they contain the realm. ”

"In fact, there is no distinction between the two realms, but the poems of the realm of me can only be perceived and absorbed by the monk once, and then the ink treasure will lose its aura and turn into ordinary things. ”

However, the poetry of the realm of selflessness can be repeatedly perceived by the monks, and the regathering of the aura is very wonderful, and it is really a thing created by heaven and earth. ”

Gui also has to admit that this Confucian poetry is indeed mysterious, especially the poetry of the realm of selflessness, which is almost close to the "Tao", and in its opinion, it should be after a higher level of cultivation that monks can only try to touch.

Zhao Rong seemed to have an understanding.

Three products and two realms? Interesting and interesting.

Zhao Rong remembered that in his time and space, a literary master once proposed a similar theory of the three realms of life for poets:

"Those who have made great careers and asked questions in ancient and modern times must pass through three realms: 'Last night the west wind withered the green tree. Go up to the tall building alone and look at the end of the world'. This first realm also. 'The belt gradually widens and does not regret it, and it makes people haggard for Yi'. This second realm also. 'The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim'. This third realm also. ”

And the poems made by the poets of these three realms correspond to the three products of climbing the tower, falling flowers, and Nanshan divided by the Confucian sages in this world.

As for the realm of self and selflessness,

There is my realm, I look at things, so everything is my color.

In the realm of selflessness, we look at things with things, so we don't know what is me and what is things.

Actually, it's quite easy to understand.

Emotions are better than scenery in the realm of self, and scenery in the realm of selflessness hides emotions. It's just a different emphasis.

With these things in mind, Zhao Rong had some doubts in his heart.

"So the words I wrote to Qian'er that day to break through the realm are the falling flowers of my realm?"

"It should be. ”

It's no wonder that after the poem was written, there was no brilliant vision on the paper, it turned out that it was perceived and absorbed by Qian'er on the spot.

mentioned Qian'er, Zhao Rong suddenly missed her a little, and he didn't know what this girl was doing now......

"Confucianism is indeed blessed with a unique position in the Haoran Realm, and I have seen all kinds of strange Haoran Realm exercises, but in the end, I still feel that the Confucian exercises in this realm are closest to the origin of the Haoran Realm. ”

"Eh, are you following the Confucian path in Haoran Realm?"

"It's not,"

"Haoran Realm is too simple, this seat randomly chooses a set of exercises and passes it at once. ”

“......”

Lao Tzu shouldn't have asked!

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, didn't care about the people on the field, but turned his head to look at Liu Sanbian, who liked "Qingshan", and with a move of his mind, he pulled aside the rice paper on the table with poems written on the stairs at will, and laid a new piece of paper again.

The hearts of the people around him trembled.

Be careful, this is a poem to be tasted upstairs!

But the scholar in front of the table didn't care, and still went his own way.

I saw him rolling up his sleeves with one hand and holding a pen with the other.

Write down a line slowly.

"Three Changes of Giving Willows"