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Liu Xiu looked at the Cold Moon Fairy and said with a faint smile: "What is the theme of the poem?"

"I like plum blossoms, I like snowflakes, so let's write poems about plum blossoms and snowflakes!" said the Fairy of the Cold Moon.

"Okay!" Liu Xiu agreed, then closed his eyes and thought about it.

After about three breaths, Liu Xiu opened his eyes, his eyes were shining brightly, looking at those bright eyes, the Cold Moon Fairy couldn't help but feel his heart pounding again.

Liu Xiu picked up the pen and began to write.

"A few plums in the corner,

Ling Han drove alone.

Remote knowledge is not snow,

For there is a dark fragrance to come. ”

"Hey, this poem seems to be ordinary, but it has a charm!" the Cold Moon Fairy tasted.

This poem does not use allusions, does not use various rhetorical devices, does not use flowery language, and some are just plain, as plain as boiled water. But it is boiled water, but when you drink it, it has an endless aftertaste.

"This is a self-metaphorical poem!" Fairy Hanyue analyzed in her heart: "This poem does not describe the branches and leaves of plum blossoms and the form of flowers, but deliberately writes about the character of plum blossoms "Ling Han blooms alone", and writes about its refreshing "dark fragrance". The plum blossom written here is the embodiment of his personality, a portrayal of his character, with stubbornness in loneliness. ”

Buzz!

At this time, above the paper, plum blossoms appeared, and the plum blossoms were in full bloom, blooming with dark fragrances.

The aura of heaven and earth, surging, gathered into the paper, transforming the words and turning them into literary treasures.

"This is, Confucian Wenbao!"

The Cold Moon Fairy was slightly surprised.

Confucian Wenbao has the ability to open wisdom. From time to time, carrying Confucian treasures with you can attract aura, temper the body, temper the soul, and increase wisdom.

Confucian Wenbao is divided into upper, middle, lower, and upper class.

And this is just that the inferior Confucian treasures are extremely rare.

"It's worthy of a world-shattering talent!" the Cold Moon Fairy exclaimed.

And the surrounding scholars were also amazed, the fire-breathing eyes gradually calmed down, the talented man is always arrogant, and the world is always tolerant of the talented.

Liu Xiu wrote again, this time writing two poems.

One of them:

Fortune Operator, Yongmei

Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It's dusk and I'm alone, and it's even more windy and rainy.?

has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before.

Second:

Fortune Operator, Yongmei

The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches.

Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring. When the mountains were full of flowers, she laughed in the bushes.

The two poems seem to have opposite artistic conceptions.

The first song has a sad atmosphere, and the second song has an optimistic atmosphere.

The two poems, the yin and yang changes, seem to form a wonderful rhyme.

Buzz!

I saw that on the paper, words were surging, and between heaven and earth, one after another great Confucian wills appeared, turning into streamers and entering it; the aura of heaven and earth swarmed, washing the paper, forging the paper.

Booming and banging!

I saw another treasure, forged.

"Another treasure has been made!"

The Cold Moon Fairy looked at Liu Xiu, and her face changed again.

Wenbao has always been hard to find, but on this day, it appeared twice in a row.

Li Xian's expression changed, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes, a trace of conspiracy and calculation, and Zhao Yong's face showed a wry smile, a little helpless.

Tixue's face was calm, but his mood could not be calm.

Yingzhou's literary atmosphere has ten buckets, and Liu Xiu monopolizes five buckets, which is indeed worthy of its reputation.

Mr. Wei is worthy of a generation of Confucianism, with a discerning eye and an old and spicy vision.

"Mei Xue's poems, I have written them all, my talent is exhausted, and I can't write Mei Xue's poems anymore!" Liu Xiu said leisurely.

"It's really good poetry, but it's a pity, it's written about yourself!" said the Cold Moon Fairy, "Now, you want to write a poem and give it to me!"

"Okay!" Liu Xiu nodded, closed his eyes again, and began to think.

This time, it takes a long time to think.

It's just that no one bothered, the birds were silent, and the calm seemed to drop a needle, and they could all be heard.

Waiting, no one feels tired, it seems to be waiting for a big meal!

Taking poetry as wine, singing as food, and literature as food, it is endless fun and enjoyable.

Waiting, waiting in silence, waiting in silence.

At this time, there were more crowds, and it was the talent of the Inner Poetry Club.

Phoenix Villa, very close to Wutong Villa.

And the moment when the Cold Moon Fairy, the snow in June, and the music volleyed in the sky, it was the moment that alarmed the many talents of the Inner Poetry Society.

They all paid attention to it.

Then, they witnessed the rise of a dark horse.

Ordinary poor students, but they have a proud backbone;

The third realm of Confucianism, with a strong scholarly atmosphere, turned into wolf smoke, impacted the sky, and shocked the talents of the inner poetry club.

In the deep mountains, there are dragons, and in the city, there are hidden sages.

An inconspicuous scholar, in an instant, exuded the light of the sun and the moon, shocking the talents of the saint family and the students of the wealthy family.

As for the so-called contempt of literati, they gradually dissipated.

There is not much difference between each other, and there is still a literati lightness, but once the gap is huge, when you can only see the back, there is no lightness at all.

"The learning of a gentleman is like a cone in the bag, no matter how low-key it is, it will still shock the world!"

Han Hu looked at Liu Xiu with his eyes closed and pondered, and couldn't help but think.

............

Brush!

Li Qing opened his eyes, looked at the scenery around him, and wrote.

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow. ”

The Cold Moon Fairy thought: My Cold Moon Palace is just in the far north, where it has been frozen for many years, the snow is fluttering, the white bears are walking, the wild wolves are infested, and there are savage Yunmeng people!

"Looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, there is only recklessness, and up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging. Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test. It must be a sunny day, and look at the red dress, which is extraordinarily enchanting. ”

The Cold Moon Fairy thought that in order to resist the invasion of Yunmeng, a number of cities were built and connected to each other, but unfortunately many cities were lost and occupied by Yunmeng, causing the hundred states of Middle Earth to lose their natural dangers and often suffer from invasions. The big river there is huge, and there are often demon clans lurking in it, swallowing the aura of heaven and earth, and cultivating endlessly.

After a sunny day, the scenery of the northern country is indeed beautiful.

Liu Xiu wrote again:

************, leading countless heroes to bend their waists. Cherish the immortals and gods, slightly lose the literary brilliance, and the emperor and saint are slightly less coquettish. A generation of emperors, shaking the past and the present, only knows how to swing a sword to write the Spring and Autumn Period. The past, the number of romantic figures, but also look at the present. ”

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Suddenly, there was silence and silence.

For a moment, the look of shock froze on everyone's faces.

What kind of poetry is this!

He actually wrote himself and the gods, immortals, emperors, and saints on it.

The gods are the embodiment of the way of heaven, immortal for ten thousand years, coexisting with the sun and the moon, coexisting with heaven and earth, the sun and the moon are immortal, the heavens and the earth are immortal, and my body is immortal;

But in the poems, the gods, the immortals, are just a group of wild people who have no culture and can only fight.

The ancient emperors, created a dynasty, shocked the immortal sects, the demon sects, the demon tribes, everywhere he went, the immortals surrendered, and the gods feared;

But in poetry, the style of the emperor and the saint is inferior.

The Human Emperor killed the ancient gods, killed the demons, suppressed the barbarians, subdued the demons, repelled the dragons, and established the position of the protagonist of the human race. In the history books of later generations, there were emperors first, and then there were human races. The Terrans, because of the name of the Emperor of the People, were named the Terrans.

The exploits of the human emperor shook the past and the present, but the word "only know" was used in the poem.

It's a pity that he can only kill, and he can only write spring and autumn with a sword.

These are all ancient symbols, all of which have been transformed into the past. Now, it is the era of our youth, we are the protagonists of the times, and we will write the style of the times.

What arrogance is this, what arrogance is this?

But why...... But the heart is impassioned, but it is filled with pride and ambition?

Everyone was speechless and looked at Liu Xiu blankly.

Looking at everyone's stupid appearance, Liu Xiu sighed and began to write annotations under the poem:

"From birth to death, a person is a reincarnation, a family is a reincarnation from birth to death, a dynasty is a reincarnation from birth to death, an immortal is a reincarnation from birth to death, and the way of heaven is a reincarnation from birth to death. Everything in heaven and earth, everything in the world, can't escape a reincarnation!"

"The human race is a cycle from birth to death. In the era of the human emperor, he was a young man of the human race, in the era of the emperor, he was middle-aged of the human race, in the age of the hundred saints, he was in the prime of life, and in the present era, he was in the twilight of the human race. This is the worst of times, when order begins to crumble, and this is the best of times, when order begins to rebuild!"

Picking up the pen, Liu Xiu finished writing the last word.

Buzz!

At this time, the luck of the hundred states of Middle-earth converged.

A bright light surged, this is the luck of the human race, the luck of the human race, merged into the article!

Buzz!

Between heaven and earth, a vast phantom appeared, with an ancient aura, which was the will of the human emperor left between heaven and earth.

At this moment, it was merged into the article.

Another figure appeared, it was the ancient emperor, the ancient sage, the supreme god, the invincible god, and the will that remained between heaven and earth, all of which were merged into the article.

Between heaven and earth, there are all kinds of wills, and these wills have no spiritual wisdom, but only carry the Tao.

All kinds of wills are merged into it, and it is obvious that the will of the ancient emperors, the ancient emperors, the medieval saints, the supreme gods, the invincible immortals, etc., the will that remains in heaven and earth obviously approves of the article.

The article immediately levitated, the bright light flickered, and slowly transformed, and a great Confucian treasure was born.