During the Dragon Boat Festival, it is a hot time, the sun is rolling, extremely hot, the earth is like a steamer, most people who read are sweating, and they are soaked up and down, and they are extremely uncomfortable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Liu Xiu's face was dripping with sweat, and her whole body was full of heat, as if she was taking a bath.

Thinking about summer poetry is just frowning. Looking around again, I saw only a large number of readers, who were also frowning, in a low mood, and unable to write poetry. And the two Yingzhou talents, who are proud of the sun and the moon, also frowned, and it seemed that it was difficult to write.

Some people who read the book finish writing poetry, but they quickly discard it.

The quality of the poems is so poor that it is also a shame to turn it in.

At this time, Zhao Yong splashed ink, finished writing, and handed it over to the envoy.

The envoy looked at the poem and couldn't help reading: "Lazy shake the white feather fan, naked in the green forest." Take off the towel and hang on the stone wall, and sprinkle the pine wind on the top. ”

"No formality!" said the envoy with a smile, "It's in line with your character!"

"It's a pity, you can come naked in the poem, lying on the bluestone to enjoy the coolness, but not now!" Zhao Yong said with a slight pity.

"This poem can be judged to be good! Can you be convinced?" said the envoy.

"Convincing!" Zhao Yong said, "The sun is scorching, the mood is already poor, and the natural inspiration is lacking, this poem is average!"

At this time, Li Xian also finished writing and handed it in.

The envoy looked at the poem and couldn't help reading: "This poem is called "Mountain Pavilion Summer": the green trees are thick and the summer days are long, and the buildings are reflected in the pond. The water spirit curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses are full of incense. This poem can be evaluated as good. Are you convinced?"

"My first one is not as good as Brother Zhao Xian's!"

Li Xian commented indifferently.

At this time, there were poems sent one after another, most of which were medium or good.

Liu Xiu tried to write a few songs, but in the end he discarded them, just because they were average, and it was embarrassing to go up, so it was better not to go.

With summer as the theme, I really can't write good poetry.

It seems that the most famous person who writes about summer is Li Qingzhao's "Summer Quatrain",

Born as a hero, death is also a ghost letter, so far thinking of Xiang Yu, refusing to cross Jiangdong.

This poem is very famous, but it's a pity, there is no trace of the flavor of writing scenes, it is a poem, and the main article has nothing to do with a dime in summer. In a way, this is a poem that is off-topic, and even though it is very well written, it is still off-topic.

In the end, there were less than a dozen poems handed in.

For the most part, the blank rolls were handed in.

Liu Xiu also handed in a blank roll.

Whew!

Whew!

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the mountains.

I saw that a huge cloud appeared in the sky, blocking the sun, and the hot weather diminished a little. Another gust of wind blew, with an indescribable smell, the leaves rattled endlessly, and the green grass on the ground swayed, blowing away the feeling of heat between heaven and earth.

Originally, it was hot and sweaty, but now they are much more comfortable, and it seems to be a lot more comfortable in an instant.

And at this time, the Heavenly Snake King suddenly heard a voice: "Silly Xiucai, be careful." A great monk of the Yuan Shen appeared, she had already experienced a baptism of thunder, and the Yuan Shen had turned into pure yang, and her strength was extremely terrifying. Even if I'm at my peak, I'm not necessarily her opponent, you have to be careful. I'm going to lie dormant lest she find out!"

After finishing speaking, the Celestial Snake King was completely dormant, as if he wanted to disappear.

The Heavenly Snake King was scared, and only by completely hiding it and restraining all his breath could he have a trace of survival.

Suddenly, a trace of snowflakes fell from the sky, fluttering, like June snow.

The endless snowflakes are the ultimate contrast to the hot June.

In this extreme contrast, the originally hot weather has completely cooled down, as if it has entered autumn from summer.

A round of silver moon rose in the sky, as if the only one in heaven and earth, and from the silver moon, a woman slowly walked out, wearing palace clothes, arrogant and cold, looking at it from a distance only felt cold eyes, but from a distance and not blasphemous, like a fairy in the moon palace.

Suddenly, the scholars present were all stunned.

"Meet, Lord of the Cold Moon!"

I saw that the envoy hurriedly got up and saluted.

And Li Xian and Zhao Yong also hurriedly stepped forward to give a salute.

"It's her!"

Liu Xiu was slightly surprised, just because of the woman in front of him, he knew.

It was not long ago, in the mansion of Master Wei, that disciple of the Cold Moon Palace, the Cold Moon Fairy, I met.

At that time, the Cold Moon Fairy was just a diligent and humble woman, and her identity as a disciple of the Great Sect of the Immortal Sect was just an embellishment. And at this moment, the Cold Moon Fairy is the only one in heaven and earth, shocking the world.

"I didn't expect that her other identity would be the Lord of Cold Moon!"

"Her cultivation is really powerful, she forcibly reversed the climate of heaven and earth, distorted and changed the weather within a radius of three miles, from summer to autumn!"

Liu Xiu thought about it, but secretly marveled.

With the appearance of the Cold Moon Fairy, she immediately became the only one in heaven and earth, and the arrogant and holy aura of her body made heaven and earth lose color, and many readers were ashamed. Before, the sun and moon were red flowers, and many readers were embellished, but now, the cold moon fairy is a red flower, and the sun and moon are also decorated.

"Excuse me!" said the Cold Moon Fairy, her tone indifferent.

Soon, the main seat was out of the way, and the Cold Moon Fairy sat in the center of the position.

Li Xian's eyes were hot, and he stepped forward and said, "Fairy, descend on Phoenix Mountain, Phoenix Mountain is like a phoenix descending, and it is shining!"

The Cold Moon Fairy said lightly, without any emotion in her tone, "Yingzhou talents, all gathered on Phoenix Mountain, can there be famous articles to appreciate, can there be good poems to appreciate?"

Immediately, one by one, the manuscripts were handed over, and the Cold Moon Fairy looked at the manuscripts, her expression remained unchanged, and after a long time, she said lightly: "It's a pity, there are many talented people in Yingzhou, but none of them have the talents of sages." It's a pity, it's a pity......"

Suddenly, the Cold Moon Fairy's eyes moved, and she looked at a corner, which was Liu Xiu's direction.

As far as the Cold Moon Fairy could see, Liu Xiu immediately felt a cold all over his body, from the bones to the body, all of them were about to turn into ice, and it seemed that there was no trace of secrecy on his body, and everything was going to be seen through.

Buzz!

As if feeling a sense of oppression, the book qi on Liu Xiu's body surged out, condensed on the top of his head, and turned into a pillar of literary qi that was one zhang high, impacting in all directions, resisting the power of peeping.

Poof!

Poof!

The power of peeping on the cold moon fairy encountered the impact of Wen Qi and was immediately blocked back.

Boom Boom!

The momentum of the two sides collided together!

The bookish spirit is like a roaring tiger, more and more condensed, more and more aggressive, counterattacking the momentum of the Cold Moon Fairy.

When you are weak, you are weak, and when you are strong, you are strong!

Usually, the book is soft, without a trace of momentum, without a trace of power, without a trace of sharp breath, but at this moment, it is condensed into a strand and impacted.

This is the collision of Wendao and Xiandao!

Thorn la la!

Liu Xiu felt a lot of pressure and seemed to take a step back.

But the feeling of fierceness became more and more intense, and the book qi on his body surged, completely bursting out.

In the third realm of calligraphy, the power is fully displayed.

The book qi is like a dragon, twisting and surging, and a will surging out of the book qi, in which the will trembles, and the will of the surrounding plants and trees, the will of the surrounding mountains and rivers, forming a resonant power, a fusion force, attracting the will of the surrounding plants and trees, the will of the mountains and rivers, turned into a long sword to fight back.

Poof!

Suddenly, the Cold Moon Fairy's body trembled slightly, her momentum plummeted, and she collapsed, her primordial spirit shook, her five organs fluctuated, and she was slightly injured.

"What a Wendao monk, what a Confucian third realm monk, can't be a little shhh

The Cold Moon Fairy's face was calm, and she commented in her heart.

Wendao monk, not into the great Confucian, combat power is not as good as a quenching realm martial artist.

However, the Wendao monks, cultivating the will, have a strong will, far surpassing the warriors and monks.

"I lost one move. But it's just getting started!"

The invisible confrontation just now came and went quickly. The average reader doesn't notice it at all. Only a few people noticed a hint of change.

"Brother Wendao, I didn't expect that there was a dark horse here, and he actually comprehended the spirit of the book!"

Li Xian was slightly surprised, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his heart.

In the Middle Ages, there was no theory of imperial examinations, nor was there any talk of fame, and some were just bookish. The strength of the book is the manifestation of the strength of knowledge and the level of wisdom, knowledge can be faked, articles can be cheated, exams can be cheat sheets, and the name of the text can be hyped, only the book can not be faked.

Scholarly spirit is the standard for the condensation of one's own wisdom.

Wisdom is strong, and the spirit of books is strong; wisdom is weak, and the spirit of books is weak.

It was only later, in order to popularize education, that there was a theory of the imperial examination.

But now, in the eyes of some sage families, the fame of the imperial examination is still uncountable, and only the spirit of the book is the criterion.

"Hmph, the third realm of scholarly qi, what about it? How difficult it is to achieve a great Confucian, I don't think this poor sour can achieve a great Confucian!"

Li Xian secretly comforted again.