Jiaxuan?A patriotic poet who has been passed down through the ages, one of the representatives of the bold faction, Xin Qiji!

Jiang Yi hurriedly got up, looked at the three people who walked in, and observed carefully. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The first man was about five years old, had a goatee, was tall and modest.

The second person is also fifty years old, with a coarse cloth robe in sackcloth and a bamboo hairpin on his head, but he has the tough temperament of a soldier. Jiang Yi glanced at him, saw the curiosity in the other party's eyes, and then nodded.

The last person was a young scholar, in his twenties, full of elegant temperament, but there was a resolute light in his eyes.

"Mrs. Liu!" The three of them hugged their fists and said with great respect for Liu Ru.

Liu Ru returned the salute, got off the high platform, came to the front of Jiang Yi, and said to the three people: "This is Jiang Yi, a humble disciple." Yi'er, let me introduce you to you, this is Mr. Hengqu, the Red Mansion on Taoist poetry, his Taoist heart is not a poem, but it is a well-deserved first in the ages!"

Jiang Yi was shocked in his heart, such an evaluation, and this slightly familiar name, he thought of the identity of the old man in his heart.

"This is Mr. Jiaxuan, and you know the origin of the master's name. ”

Jiang Yi met again, celebrities through the ages, who used to be just divine friends, but now they can sit and talk together, which is really a wonderful thing.

"This is Mr. Fang Weng. The three of them are famous, you must also know it, and the master will not say much. ”

Jiang Yi nodded, especially Lu You and Xin Qiji, the two lyricists, when he entered Longzhou a few years ago, he had just graduated from junior high school, and the two lyricists were frequent visitors in books, so they were naturally familiar. The poems are inspirational and lyrical, and it is easy to form Taoist poems, they made countless famous poems that have been passed down through the ages in their previous lives, and he is very curious, which poem are the two Taoist poems?

More than a dozen people pushed cups and laughed, bursts of fairy music came out of the attic, and on the high platform, the girl in blue changed into a dance skirt and danced, the dance posture was extremely beautiful, very attractive, and the consciousness was also soothed a lot.

Jiang Yi understands that dancing is actually a kind of cultivation, in ancient times, singing and dancing was a vulgar thing, but in modern times it is the complete opposite;

"Brother Jiang, since everyone has arrived, and you are also the guest of honor today, why don't you show your Taoist poems, let me wait to feel your special Heavenly Soldier Dao Heart?" In the thick atmosphere, a voice appeared, it was the prince of the Zhao family.

Xin Qiji stood up and said, "Jiang Xiaoyou first came to the Red Mansion, and he still doesn't know the rules, so I'll briefly introduce it." Taoist poetry is the expression of the Taoist heart in poetry. The artistic conception and rhythm of Chinese poetry are very in line with the way of heaven, so Taoist poems can best copy the meaning of the way of heaven. In other words, Taoist poetry must first be intentional. ”

"I don't know what kind of poetry Jiaxuan's predecessors have in mind?" Jiang Yi didn't care about the prince of the Zhao family behind him, looked at Xin Qiji, and asked seriously.

"Through the ages, heroes have no way to find Sun Zhong. The dance pavilion is always blown away, and the rain blows the wind. The grass and trees in the slanting sun, the ordinary alleys, and the humane slaves once lived. Thinking about the past, Jin Ge Iron Horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger!" Xin Qiji sang the nouns of his previous life, and he was frustrated, as if all the feelings of the year were integrated into the words, "Yuanjia Caocao, sealing the wolf Juxu, and winning the Canghuang Beigu." Forty-three years, I still remember the beacon Yangzhou Road. can look back, under the Buddha shrine, a crow shrine drum. Who asks: Lian Po is old, can he still eat?"

Looking at Xin Qiji, Jiang Yi thought of the bumpy life of this famous patriotic lyricist, who wandered between grief and loyalty, with the intention to serve the country and nowhere to show.

At the age of 23, he led dozens of people to rush into the tens of thousands of rebels and capture the traitors; he once "picked up the lamp and looked at the sword in a drunken mood, and dreamed of blowing the horn company camp"; he also once issued an angry roar of "the general was ruined in a hundred battles", but when he was critically ill, "Shang Si fought for the country", and still fought in his dreams, leaving "the iron horse and the glacier into a dream".

A stream of golden dragon qi surrounded Xin Qiji, which was the power of the Heavenly Dao attracted by his Dao heart.

Lu You hugged his fists and said to Mr. Hengqu: "Brother Zihou, your Dao Heart Heaven and Earth can be learned, and everyone knows it, so it goes without saying." Little Brother Jiang, come and listen to my poems:

In his early years, he knew that the world was difficult, and the north of the Central Plains was like a mountain.

The building boat crosses the snow melon island at night, and the iron horse is scattered in the autumn wind.

Plugging the Great Wall is empty, and the fading temples in the mirror have been spotted.

A teacher is a real name in the world, who can be compared for a thousand years. ”

Jiang Yi suddenly took out an iron gun, clenched his guns and fists, and gave a solemn military salute to the two!

The second prince of the Zhao family said: "Brother Jiang, Taoist poetry, the idea is one of them, it is the foundation for progress, and how much to complete is the core." Some people have established the way of sages, but they can't even become kings, while some people have pursued the way of soldiers all their lives, and they can become kings. As a heavenly soldier, you must not be weak in Dao heart, but I don't know, how much has it been filled?"

"The second brother is right, I, like many people, took the Dao Heart from Mr. Hengqu's Dao Heart, and now it is a small success. Brother Jiang, what, let's compare. ”

"No!" Liu Ru stopped, "Taoist poetry is a theory, not a comparison, condense the most original mind to condense the Taoist heart, and then become a Taoist poem, condensing the supreme meaning of the Heavenly Dao, as long as it is compared, it will be divided, and the loss is likely to dissipate the Taoist poetry, the Taoist heart collapses, and the cultivation will stop in the future, and even regress to the mortal! Even if you win, you can't please it." ”

"Mrs. Liu, Brother Jiang is the only heavenly soldier of my Zhao and Song Dynasty, and he has the banner of righteousness, and he wants to compete for the pearl of the Song family, and he doesn't even have this ability and courage!" The second prince also said: "Moreover, the evenly matched Taoist poetry competition can promote and run in with each other, and only the Taoist poetry of hatred will collapse and be injured." Mrs. Liu, you don't have any confidence in Brother Jiang, right?"

"Master, please rest assured. Jiang Yi comforted.

The king behind the second prince stood up and said to the old man who had been silent: "In this case, Brother Zhang Zai, I also trouble you to use the debut poem to urge the power of the Heavenly Dao, so as to make the most fair judgment, and the winner can also be rewarded for this." ”

Zhang Zai shook his head slightly, and seemed to sigh, the plan of the Zhao family, everyone knows, is nothing more than not wanting him to win the pearl of the Song family, suppress it, firmly serve Zhao Song, and at the same time enhance his own reputation, and count it in one fell swoop.

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations!" Zhang Zai said softly, as soon as the words fell, the breath of the entire Red Mansion suddenly changed, the golden light shone, and the aura turned into golden dragon energy, and even manifested into a dragon shape, flying in the attic!

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations!" The two voices said at the same time, it turned out that the two princes of the Zhao family were made of this Dao heart.

Eight golden dragons flew in, and each of the four landed next to these golden characters, each forming a four-dragon entanglement.

The second prince said with a smile: "My brothers are only shallow in learning, and they can only form four dragons around, and it is said that Mr. Zhang Zai can only practice to the eight dragons, after all, this heart is too grand, at least a true saint can fully realize it." Jiang Yi, don't worry, this is not a battle, no matter how many of us there are, it will not form a superimposed force, and it will have no effect on you. ”

Jiang Yi looked motionless, and calmly recited his own Taoist poem:

"The heart is in the soul of the person, and there is no way in the ten worlds of the nine continents.

The wild demon forest fights the wilderness, and the Yin and Yang Dragon Continent stirs up the yin and yang.

The body is torn apart and the heavens are fighting, and the mind is a god.

When the yin and yang are disturbed, I will rebuild the sky with my holy body. ”

Oh!

A dragon groan sounded, and a giant dragon appeared, surrounding Jiang Yidao's poem.

"Hahaha, it's only one!" the third prince said with a smile.

"Shut up!" the second prince shouted, his head broke out in a cold sweat, and it was impossible for the golden dragon that manifested the power of the Heavenly Dao to make a dragon groan. What's more, the dragon in front of him is clearly purple and golden!

The most important thing is that the fifty-six characters of the seven-word rhythm poem are all formed by golden fonts, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, the pen walks like a dragon and a snake, take a closer look, it is a golden dragon!

"Quick-" The three kings said anxiously, the huge divine power exploded, and the light of the spiritual treasure flashed, and even the magic weapon flew out and turned into a hundred zhang, but it still couldn't shake away the Heavenly Dao Mind Realm that Zhang Zai attracted.

At this time, the field has become a cage for the contestants!

"Don't!" the second prince was shocked.

Rumble!

The two Taoist poems shattered, turned into the power of the golden Heavenly Dao, returned to heaven and earth, and were quickly attracted by Jiang Yi's Taoist poems and integrated into them.

Dao poems returned to the dantian world, but they were different from before, with a deeper power of the Heavenly Dao, but instead of blessings, they were bound by Dao poems!

Poof!

Two mouths spit blood, the two princes of the Zhao family bled from their seven orifices, their hearts were hit hard, and the sea of knowledge was almost cracked.

"Let's go, go to find the ancestor!" The two kings rolled up the two princes and rushed out, and the remaining one of the princes glanced at Jiang Yi, dodged his gaze, and left with him.