Zhang Yutang opened his slightly closed eyes, faintly looked at the sky with a hundred flowers, white rainbows soaring to the sky, no joy or sorrow on his face, after a light glance, then lowered his head, calmed down, and secretly sensed the sages of the heavens and earths, but felt that the body was surrounded by divine light, and the voice of the sages chanting came from the sky, resounding in his heart.

Busy lifting the pen, concentrating on writing down the manuscript just laid, every word written is like a sage possessed, the avenue is bright, the words are bright, the whole house is filled, rushing out of the roof, bright as a big day, the king of the world.

On the vast sky, it seems that countless fireworks have been set off, the spirit of wolf smoke, the light of the gods of literature and Taoism fills the sky and the polar earth, turning into a piece of splendid flowers, between the flowers, a long rainbow runs through, and the righteousness is magnificent.

In Haoran righteousness, words suddenly emerged, each word was as big as a grinding bucket, and every word was shining, so that Haoran righteousness had to lower his noble head.

"This is the text to carry the Tao, the ancient sages can write the words, every word written is injected with the spirit of the sage, and every word is the mantra of the avenue, the supreme truth, and this seems to be the first Mid-Autumn Festival words of the masterpiece, must be the words of pearls, deafening and deafening. ”

Chen Lun and a group of people had not yet reached the examination room of the saints in the literary world, but they were completely suppressed by the vision of heaven, and like countless Confucians, they all knelt on the ground reverently, looked up, and chewed word by word.

"When is the bright moon? ”

In the brilliance of the sky, the first line of words appeared, and the words refracted the divine light.

"I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace, I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world!"

Writing here, the pen was sharpened, the light burst out, and under the wandering, a piece of the next rhyme was written:

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

After the whole poem is finished, the light is shining, covering the clouds, and all the flowers and all the white rainbows have become a foil, a complete foil.

"I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. ”

"I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. ”

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. ”

"I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles!"

Everyone in Qiantang County saw this long word in the sky, felt a shocking power transmitted in the word, and then couldn't help but recite the text on it.

A long word is dripping and frustrating, the penmanship is wide open and closed, and the pen is strong and vigorous.

It describes a kind of artistic conception of Haoyue in the sky, lonely and far away, forming a kind of free and easy, open bosom, Qi Pang humiliation, forgetting gains and losses, and transcending things.

At the end of the last word, he sent his sincere condolences and wishes to all the departed relatives in the world, adding a positive connotation to the whole word.

In the examination room, after writing this long poem, Zhang Yutang took a deep breath and wrote: "When is the bright moon in the water tune song head?"

"When is the bright moon?"

Countless people in Qiantang County are repeating this sentence at the same time.

"As soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival lyrics came out from "Water Tune Song Head", the rest of the words were wasted!"

All learned people, after carefully experiencing it, can't help but sigh secretly: "Another peak, it can't be surpassed again." ”

It's as if all the visions in the world had to come on the same day.

After the text carries the Tao, the sky is filled with fragrance, the rui qi is monstrous, and the phantom of the ancient sages emerges in the sky, looking down on the world, these ancient sages hold a big pen in their hands, write with a pen, and every word is shining.

"This is the Hundred Saints!"

"Appeared in the place where the text carries the Tao, and a long poem is written to carry the Tao, then the hundred saints are singing in unison, appearing in the air, is it written as the second question of the big exam, the interpretation of the scriptures and meanings of the way of heaven and man?"

"First the text carries the Tao, and then the hundred saints sing together!"

After Zhou Bowen in the examination room saw it, his eyes gradually dimmed:

"This is not at all both Shengyu He Shengliang, this is fundamentally overwhelming, my Haoran righteousness is not comparable to the text to carry the Tao, not to mention the hundred saints Qiming, the text to carry the Tao is to carry the truth of the avenue with words, every word is the supreme avenue, and the hundred saints are recognized by all the sages, carrying their truth, across the ages, is the teacher of the saints. ”

"What kind of article can be recognized by the ancient sages?"

Zhou Bowen looked at the sky intently, and in a sense of spirit, an article slowly said:

"The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency with more than loss, so the void is better than the real, and the lack is more than enough. Its meaning, its mystery, its profoundness, the image of heaven and earth, the candidate of yin and yang, the cause of change, the omen of death and life----"

"The way of man, the loss is not enough to give more than enough. Who can have more than enough to serve the world, only the Taoist. It is not to be ashamed of the saints, and it is not to be done without success, and it does not want to see the virtuous ---"

As he wrote, the phantoms of the sages in the sky opened their lips one after another, reciting word by word, and the sound was like thunder, spreading all over the earth.

Every word is transparent, subtle and meaningful, every word is shining, shining, shining like a glow all over the light, falling on people's bodies, suddenly feeling a great increase in wisdom, knowing the way of the sages.

After a long time, after this sutra was completed, Zhang Yutang sat there quietly as if he had collapsed, running the sword technique of destroying the sword qi of the great invisibility, and the silk yuan force wandered in the meridians of the whole body, recovering his spirit and spirit.

And the vision in the sky slowly dispersed, and finally turned into nothingness.

"Wonderful pen flowers, white rainbow through the words, text to carry the road, hundred saints to sing ----"

Chen Lun knelt on the ground and bowed to worship, this is a rare literary event for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years, a big test here, an exam to test Xiucai, is much more brilliant than the palace test of the Jinluan Palace, and it will inevitably be recorded in the epic.

And as their chief examiner, Chen Lun will inevitably be immortal through the ages with the names of these great sages.

"I really can't imagine that a small Qiantang has not only produced a literary and Taoist hero, a literary saint, but even a saint's teacher, how is this possible?"

The middle-aged man in the inn looked at the sky in a daze, and looked at the ancient sage in a daze, with a high crown and a broad belt, a clear and simple face, and a scholarly atmosphere.

"These are all sages who have made great achievements in the literary world since ancient times, and they have been worshiped by later generations as great gods in the literary world and live in the clouds;

The middle-aged man was determined, quickly regained his composure, and said to the door:

"Someone!"

"In!" a shadow flickered outside the door and appeared in front of the middle-aged man.

"Go, give these three things to the three Xiucai respectively, and make a good fate. ”

The middle-aged man casually took out three treasures, which were the Nine Dragons Jade Pendant, the Black Jade Qilin, and the Jasper Divine Elephant.

"Can I give this thing away?"

The girl couldn't help but be stunned when she looked at the things sent by the middle-aged man.

Nine dragon jade pendant, black jade unicorn, and jasper god elephant are rare treasures in the world, and they represent a powerful force.

ps: Thank you for the reward of the little cabbage head's 300 starting coins, after everyone has seen it, if you like it, you can help collect it, and there is a ticket to support it, we are in the member click list from the fifth place in the category to the bottom of the seventh, I really hope to be able to burst back again, pay tribute to the great god, I really didn't expect to be able to compete with my favorite god Chen Dong for the classification member click list. I've had a lot of things going on these days, and I'm trying to do more while keeping it up. Also, there can be an apprenticeship.