"He turned out to be a monk of Wendao! He actually entered the third realm of Confucianism, and he was only one step away from the Great Confucian!"

Zhao Yong was surprised in his heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Martial arts are easy to practice, immortal is hard to find, and literature is ethereal.

The threshold of the martial arts is the lowest, and the threshold of the immortal path is higher, while the Wendao has no threshold, but there is no threshold, but it is the largest threshold.

Not anyone, who is qualified, claims to be a reader.

Only those who have passed the county examination, are registered in the county, and are called children, are qualified to be called scholars. If you don't have the qualifications to be a child, you are not qualified to be a reader, and you don't think that if you read a few books, you are qualified to be called a reader.

In the same way, do not think that a scholar is a monk of literature and Taoism.

As long as spirituality is born in the scholarly qi, one is qualified to be called a monk of Wendao.

Yingzhou is arrogant, the sun and the moon are in the sky, he has just comprehended the spirit of calligraphy and entered the first realm of Confucianism, and Li Xian claims to be the first genius in Yingzhou, but in fact, he has not comprehended the spirit of calligraphy.

Bookishness is hard to find.

Scholarly qi cultivation, there is no practice to cultivate, it all depends on enlightenment.

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At this time, the Cold Moon Fairy stood up and walked towards Liu Xiu.

Liu Xiu's heart was cold, this won't be done!

The Cold Moon Fairy walked slowly, and everywhere she went, one by one the scholars automatically got out of the way, forming a road.

Just got closer and closer, only three steps away, the Cold Moon Fairy stopped, looked at Liu Xiu coldly, it seemed that the distance was too close, Liu Xiu vaguely, felt a trace of the fragrance of plum blossoms, with a hint of indifference in the fragrance.

It's just that Liu Xiu felt a chill to the bone.

If it's an ice cube girl, just do it, and you can pinch him to death with one finger.

The Cold Moon Fairy has just appeared, has always been arrogant, has always had no one in his eyes, and the arrogant Celestial Snake King immediately turned into a reptile and hidden, and he was afraid to reveal a trace of breath, and he was taken away from his soul, and he died without a place to be buried.

"The gentleman doesn't move his mouth, and the villain doesn't move his mouth!" Liu Xiu said, with a hint of trembling in his tone: "You can't do it!"

The Cold Moon Fairy smiled, and suddenly, as if flowers were blooming in winter, the eyes of the surrounding readers immediately flashed with obsession.

It's just the Cold Moon Fairy, in a smile, with a look of disdain, a coward, greedy for life and afraid of death.

"Master Wei said that among the many disciples, only Liu Xiu is the best. The essence of Yingzhou, the number of Yingzhou's qi, and the aura of Yingzhou, all converge on you!"

Liu Xiu was helpless for a while, women are always very willful, even if they are fairies.

Fortunately, I didn't feel the murderous aura, and it seems that this ice cube girl will not be a killer. It's just that today is inevitably the pain of flesh and skin.

The Cold Moon Fairy took another step, pressing forward step by step, and Liu Xiu couldn't help but want to take a step back, but gritted his teeth and stayed in place.

"Legend has it that the immortals relied on the immeasurable mana to kill the unparalleled, the emperor relied on the earth-shattering combat power to suppress the eight laws, and only the scholars, relying on their mouths, were rampant in the world. In ancient times, there were sages, golden mouths, spitting holy words, pointing out thousands of people, not getting sick or dying, killing the gods, killing the immortals!"

The Cold Moon Fairy said: "Scholars don't move their mouths, they rely on their mouths and run rampant all over the world. Now, you might use your mouth to knock me back?"

Liu Xiu smiled bitterly: "Can't!"

The saint did not move his hands, leaned on a mouth, spat out holy words, and killed immortals and gods.

It's a pity that he can't.

"You have the aura of Yingzhou, smelt the essence of the sun and moon in Yingzhou, and you have outstanding talent, Yingzhou only has ten buckets, and you have five buckets alone!" You have an amazing talent, when the book is the world, the strange text is appreciated!"

Ice cube girl, it's so damnable!

Liu Xiu scolded in his heart, this is pressing step by step, and there is no way back for him to be forced step by step.

Looking around, I saw that the people around him were all with a chill in their eyes, if his eyes could kill people, he would have been killed hundreds of times.

The literati are self-conscious.

The problem of literati is that you look down on me, I look down on you, and we despise each other.

Originally, the sun and the moon were arrogant, Li Xian and Zhao Yong were like red flowers, and many scholars were all green leaves; Later, the Cold Moon Fairy was a red flower, and Li Xian, Zhao Yong and others were all reduced to green leaves; now, Liu Xiu was reduced to a red flower, and the Cold Moon Fairy, Li Xian, Zhao Yong and others were all reduced to green leaves.

If you want to become a safflower, you must be tested by green leaves.

Suddenly, Liu Xiu thought of a sentence, if you want to take the crown, you must bear it.

And the Cold Moon Fairy is pressing forward step by step, holding him very high, if he falls to the ground, there is a possibility of being killed by falling.

It's just that I've been forced to this point, Liu Xiu can't retreat, can't hand in the blank papers, can't say I can't, this will only fall to death.

You can't advance, you can't retreat, it's just a fight.

Liu Xiu smiled: "It's okay, it's just a poem, pen and ink are waiting!"

Suddenly, the Cold Moon Fairy only felt that Liu Xiu's temperament had undergone drastic changes, less timidity, fear, and more heroism, with the elegance of a great Confucian, up and down the body, blooming with the light of the sun and the moon, and the demeanor was striking.

The Cold Moon Fairy couldn't help but feel her heart pounding, and she only felt a burst of fire in her heart.

The heart that has been frozen for a long time has gradually gained a trace of human warmth.

"Is this the charm of Brother Wendao?"

The Cold Moon Fairy asked herself.

The monk of Wendao also has a special charm, and has a fatal temptation for fairies, saints, witches, and goddesses, like moths to a fire, which is difficult to suppress.

Silently reciting the scriptures, the heat in my heart gradually dissipated, and the feeling of being as cold as frost gradually dissipated.

Saying that, Liu Xiu walked forward, came to a table, spread out the paper, pressed the paper with a paperweight, and said lightly: "Red sleeves add fragrance, fun in the world." Ji Yue, grind ink for me!"

The tone is flat, as if taken for granted.

But the scholars present were spewing fire in their eyes, as if they were going to burn Liu Xiu to death.

The Cold Moon Fairy, like a fairy, is high on top, but now she wants to play the role of a maid, and she goes forward to grind the ink, what a humiliation!

And Li Xian was even more angry.

The dignified lord of the county, grinding ink for you, who do you think you are?

It's the reincarnation of a saint!

The Cold Moon Fairy was furious in her heart for a while, and she was about to refuse, but looking at Liu Xiu's bright eyes, she immediately sent a ghost and said, "Okay!"

Step forward and start grinding the ink.

At this time, I woke up and couldn't help but regret it.

I inherited the ancient surname, with the blood of the emperor, the proud son of the immortal road, the lord of the cold moon, everywhere I went, I was all sought after, but now I have to be an ordinary man, like a maid, to grind ink.

Thinking of the Cold Moon Fairy, I couldn't help but want to stop, but I gritted my teeth and said secretly in my heart: "If you write an earth-shattering poem, then that's fine;

Liu Xiu looked calm, turning a blind eye to the fire-breathing eyes around him and the resentful eyes of the Cold Moon Fairy, like dirt.

Life should be low-key, and when you can't be low-key, you should try to be as high-profile as possible.

Readers are cautious, but when they are forced to have no way out, they are also crazy.

In the past, there were immortals who wrote poems, Yang Guifei polished ink, and Gao Lishi took off his boots;

Readers are always arrogant, and they also need to be arrogant.