Tang Da glanced at Tang Ze again, then took a deep breath, his expression calmed down, turned around, and grabbed the purple jade brush. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He closed his eyes, thinking in his heart about the robes and brothers who fought with demons and died in a foreign land, even his own life was blocked by his brother with his body, and he should have died himself......

Tang Da's face was solemn, his brows were furrowed, his eyelashes were trembling, and sad, desolate, and tragic emotions kept emerging from his body. It was as if he had returned to the battlefield to fight the demons with the dead Bands......

Everyone looked at the tall and burly figure in the field in a daze. With a startled roar, the first five elders got up one after another and walked towards this side.

At a certain moment, Tang Da Huoran opened his eyes, and the jade pen in his hand was heavily imprinted on the phantom of the elegant jade, and he wrote it stroke by stroke.

"Divine Blood Poem...... Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass, if you want to drink pipa, immediately urge ......"

In the main hall, a breeze suddenly rolled up, and then in two breaths, it turned into a violent wind, with a trace of killing aura, and the whistling wind seemed to be with a sonorous sword sound, constantly bombarding the wind and jade.

"This is a war poem!

"The literary tone is actually a few points stronger than Tang Sangongzi's "Traveling to Meigu Village"!"

"This handwriting is really ugly...... Otherwise, the tone is more than that! It's a pity to get it. ”

In the midst of many whispered discussions, Tang Da, who had just finished writing a sentence, had already stopped, he clutched the jade pen in his hand, frowned, and his eyes were blank, as if he was struggling with a trade-off. The true qi on his body flickered out slightly, then dissipated again, and the whole person burst out with an incomparably strong murderous aura, like the raging waves of the sea, constantly emitting to the surroundings.

The murderous image is incompatible with the elegant atmosphere of the entire hall. Some timid people, under the impact of Tang Da's strong murderous aura, couldn't help but have difficulty breathing, and their faces turned pale.

"Wow-"

Tang Da finally spat out a mouthful of blood, took a step back, stood still, and stared blankly ahead.

The golden words on the elegant jade are still dissipating, and only the last four words are left!

The hearts of all are at the top of their hearts at this moment!

How difficult it is to get a war poem, the entire Great Zhou is also very rare, and the war poems that can reach the "literary mood" are even rarer, and they may not be able to produce one in ten years. If this "Divine Blood Poem" can be born, it means that the Confucianism of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Confucian scholars of the world have another way to deal with the enemy.

Tang Ze saw it in his eyes, and his heart was also tight. But it wasn't for any war poem? But under the violent agitation of Tang Da's mind, he actually broke the seal laid by Zhang Hongru a little, causing the true qi to overflow, if it can't be remedied in time, I'm afraid there will be a big problem, and even there will be life worries!

This is something that Tang Ze didn't expect, if something happened to Tang Da, then what face would he have to go back to see his father. But Tang Da's heart disease still has to be treated, otherwise, even if he recovers from his injury, under the stasis of his heart, he will stop at the true qi realm for the rest of his life.

Tang Ze gathered his breath and shouted, "Big brother, raise your head and look forward-"

The sound of deep shouting came into Tang Da's ears, causing his body to tremble violently.

"Hahaha......"

With a miserable laugh, Tang Da slowly raised his head, and then the smile stopped, and he once again imprinted the jade pen on the phantom.

"Drunk and lying on the battlefield, don't smile, a few people from the ancient war return to ......"

When he wrote these words, Tang Da's body already had a little more open-minded and free and easy, as if he had returned triumphantly with his comrades-in-arms and was drinking wine with his brothers.

"Wow wow-"

Tang Da spit out two mouthfuls of blood, and the spirit condensed in his body immediately decayed, and he fell to the sky.

Tang Ze stepped over, caught the fallen Tang Da, and while injecting the supernatural energy into his body, he asked loudly: "That one has a healing pill on his body......?"

As soon as Tang Ze's words came out, a white-haired old man had already stuffed a pill into Tang Da's mouth, and then layers of transparent light erupted from his body, enveloping Tang Da's entire person in it, and constantly pouring it into Tang Da's body from various acupoints.

Behind him, a large cloud of blazing white and flashing electric light rose into the sky. The applause and cheers around also rang out.

As soon as the pill was entered, Tang Da's state immediately stabilized, and then in just a dozen breaths, the others regained consciousness, and their spirit was also recovering rapidly. It's just that his spirit was agitated just now, and he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood in a row, and he was still a little weak, Tang Ze helped him and sat down to the side to rest. Xiao Tong brought the spiritual tea, and then took care of it with Xiao Lou.

Tang Ze breathed a long sigh of relief, bowed his hand to the white-haired old man, and said solemnly: "Thank you Mr. Gongsun for your great kindness, Tang San owes you a great favor." ”

This white-haired old man is the great Confucian who presided over the sixth floor of Qiongyu Building, named Gongsun Gaoyang, an old gentleman in the Royal Academy, now more than 180 years old, can be described as a pedantic celestial, there are many Confucian scholars with righteous intentions and virtues, and his reputation is far and wide, and he is almost a household name in Tianjing City. Zhou Ninger also focused on him before.

If this poem was written by Tang Da, then he should have already understood it, and he would not have vomited blood and fainted like he is now.

Gongsun Gaoyang was angry in his heart, but in front of so many people, it was not easy to reprimand him in person. Looking at Tang Ze, who was full of fear in front of him, he said a little sternly: "You kid, although you have a good heart, but you must also pay more attention, how can you act rashly without perfect preparation." You, you almost caused trouble. He glanced at Tang Ze again, and saw that he looked humbly teachable, and his tone softened: "I don't want you to return any favors, you can write a few more good poems that are "like a tide", and you can be regarded as repaying me." ”

"Yes, yes, Mr. Gongsun taught us. The younger generation was really ill-thinking and incomplete, so he acted rashly and almost killed the eldest brother, and he was really ashamed in his heart. Tang Ze replied respectfully.

In front of Zhou Tai and Tian Zaishan, Tang Ze can still talk to their peers. But the person in front of him, not to mention his knowledge, just with his age of more than 180 years old, even if his two lives combined, he is enough to be his great-ancestor. Such a person, every word is the truth of life, and being taught by him is a blessing. Besides, the old gentleman in front of him was also very right, he was indeed not prepared enough, and he almost harmed Tang Da and made a big mistake. I can't help but take this lesson to heart.

At the same time, it was decided that after the poetry meeting, he must store some healing pills on his body, otherwise he would have to be in a hurry in case of emergencies.

After sending Gongsun Gaoyang aside to sit down, waiting for the applause to stop, Tang Ze motioned for Zhou Ning'er to start.

Fang Cai Tang Da did a lot of things, and successfully left words on the elegant jade, showing a literary tone, proving that his guess was not wrong. Other people's poems can also be written on the elegant jade. Although Tang Da vomited blood and fainted later, it was because he was injured.

At this time, Tang Da was sitting next to him, just waiting for midnight to come, and the saint descended Haoran righteousness. He has already gained half of this big opportunity at the moment.