Since Chen Tang High School, there has been an endless stream of matchmakers who come to the door to say goodbye, and they almost want to step on the threshold.

Chen Tang was so annoyed that he directly said, "You must concentrate on preparing for the next year's Tianzi Exam", closed the door and refused customers, and finally passed a few clean days.

I came out today to participate in this poetry meeting and saw a group of warblers and swallows, which was really a bit big.

Tao Hao next to him didn't think so, he looked at Chen Tang one by one, he accepted all the orders, and the smile on his face was bright, as if the women were looking at him.

The other men in the poetry club were unwilling to be stolen by Chen Tang of all the limelight, and immediately showed all their skills, or made pairs, or the first sentence, and interacted with the female talents.

After all, Chen Tang is a newcomer and is not familiar with most people. In this era, although the defense of men and women is not strict, there are still basic reserved etiquette, and it is impossible to really see the object of your heart, so you will cry and pounce on you.

Tao Hao said to Chen Tang: "No, this poetry meeting will be carried out for a day and a night, now it is just the beginning, it is not lively, everyone communicates freely and casually, and in the evening, the candle night talk, the poetry around the fireplace, is the main topic." ”

Chen Tang couldn't help but slander in his heart, look at those men and women who are paired, where is the poetry meeting? The blind date meeting is almost the same......

In fact, in the world of "the order of the parents, the words of the matchmaker", being able to meet like this, to the eyes, to be honest with me, is already a major breakthrough in the feudal etiquette system.

"In that case, I'll wander around and take a look at the snow on the island. ”

"Okay, I'll go over there, find someone to talk to, and at noon, go back to the courtyard for dinner......"

The two went their separate ways, each looking for a place to go.

Chen Tang came here to find the scene, and he didn't want to hide in the pavilion, and he was sour and sour poetry.

He was not accustomed to the form of entertainment in this time and space, as well as the content. It seems monotonous and uninteresting, and most of them are pretentious.

However, walking on the beautiful island is a pleasure. The slow pace of strolling is quite rare, and the body and mind can be let go without worrying and worrying.

As he walked, Chen Tang seemed to have entered a state of unity between heaven and man, blending with the surrounding environment, and his senses suddenly became sharp, and even the slight rustling sound of snowflakes falling was heard.

That feeling is quite mysterious.

Snow Moon Island is not big, and it is estimated that it will not take half an hour to walk around. The development and construction of the island is good, paved paths, various pavilions, rockeries and flowing water, etc., are readily available. And the people who participated in the poetry meeting, except for some people who gathered in the other courtyard, there were people in many places outside.

Three, three, two, two, or alone.

Some of them drank alcohol in the pavilion, acted wildly, and even deliberately untied their robes to show madness.

It's just that when the cold wind blows, the thin body can't help but shiver......

Some of them sit with friends and friends, talk highly, and listen to their topics, which is quite high-end, and has the meaning of commanding the country from a high position.

Listen carefully, and suddenly someone said, "Yihong Courtyard has recently come to a red card, with a beautiful appearance and big breasts......"

This topic immediately became the focus, and the atmosphere suddenly became enthusiastic, discussing how much the red card was worth, who came out on top, and what it tasted like......

Chen Tang was dumbfounded when he heard this, and he almost couldn't help laughing.

At this point, the snowflakes seem to be bigger.

He stretched out an oil-paper umbrella and came to a small pavilion with no one in the house, and watched by the railing, and saw the Crescent Lake under the snow, blank and white, dotted with a few black spots, some fishing boats, some pleasure boats.

The boats are swinging on the surface of the lake, and it looks like a painting.

This scene is not the loneliness of "thousands of mountains and birds flying away, and thousands of paths and people disappearing"; it is not the atmosphere of "thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting", but graceful and charming, with a little bit of sadness.

Chen Tang was in a touched mood, and immediately took off the book, took out the four treasures of the study, and spread them on the stone table in the pavilion.

Since he didn't need to carry a sword case, the book he carried out today was one size smaller, which was equivalent to a square burden, which was very convenient.

The weather is cold, but the frog inkstone is used, the ink is fast, not afraid of the cold, the ink is rippling, and there is no condensation at all.

What a treasure inkstone.

After grinding the ink, I immediately swiped the ink and began to write.

Not long after, a poem was completed, and the end was hearty with pen and ink, and the words were vigorous.

It's done!

Chen Tang was overjoyed.

Suddenly, he vaguely felt that between the lines of the words on the paper, there was a touch of cool breath contained in it, rippling slightly, like water waves.

This is an unprecedented discovery!

Chen Tang was surprised and delighted, and hurriedly immersed himself to experience the breath.

Sure enough, it felt like it was true, and it did exist.

"I can feel the ...... of the culture"

Since coming to this world, he has written a total of three works containing literary atmosphere, the first two of which were sold to Zhao Sanye, which is equivalent to experimental products, and finally deduced the concept of "literary atmosphere".

But at that time, for Wenqi, it was just a mysterious concept, untouchable, untouchable, very ethereal and elusive.

After selling the song "Silent Night Thoughts", until today, Chen Tang has not written any more literary works, so many things cannot be verified.

And now, as soon as the poem is written, he has truly discovered the existence of breath for the first time, and it feels like a physicist has suddenly discovered some strange particle......

So, is it because of the cultivation of the qi of heaven and man?

In other words, in fact, from the moment he practiced the "Sutra of Good Cultivation", Chen Tang could feel the literary atmosphere. It's just that there has been no reference to relevant works, and I don't know it.

Or, at the beginning, the sense of qi was still very weak and the sense was not strong, but after resolving the teacher's attachment, he got two breaths to nourish him, and his sense of qi became stronger, and he became more and more acute......

No matter what, anyway, it is an indisputable fact that Chen Tang now feels the tone of culture.

This is not a big deal, such as Zhao Sanye Zhan Yangchun and other masters of the family, can feel the existence of the literary atmosphere, this is the standard for them to buy calligraphy and painting at a high price.

It's just that Chen Tang suddenly discovered the mystery and was overjoyed.

He suddenly thought that the "Sutra of Good Cultivation" can find the literary atmosphere, and it should also be able to find other breaths, but when he participated in the Luming banquet, he dealt with many officials, and he didn't feel the existence of a specific breath, but he just felt that the momentum was overwhelming and quite uncomfortable.

Could it be that the momentum is the manifestation of official spirit?

Yes, it probably is.

For example, when facing that "Guo Peng" that day, Chen Tang felt uncomfortable, so he asked "Who are you".

It's a demon, and it has its own demonic energy.

The source of the discomfort is the demonic spirit.

Thinking about this layer, Chen Tang suddenly became enlightened, and he had a clear understanding in his heart: these breath feelings are still vague and vague, not clear and specific enough, probably because the "Sutra of Good Cultivation" is still in its infancy.

When the fire is practiced and the time is completed, it will definitely be different.

In this case, can you absorb the tone of this poem, which you wrote yourself?

Chen Tang's brain was opened, and he immediately began to experiment.