In the beginning of a poem of seven killings, I use the article to kill ghosts and gods

Chapter 45 Big Brother, Help Me, Ah Nuan Hurts So Much
"Zhuangyuan Lang, don't be fooled by it, just like what he said just now, this poem is definitely copied by him!"

At this moment, Liu Muxuan finally couldn't bear to stand up.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Before Xu Ye could speak, Old Confucian Liang Liang scolded Liu Muxuan angrily, then raised the Spring and Autumn Brush in his hand and said:
"How can a plagiarized work be blessed by Chunqiu Pen?"

As soon as this remark came out, the scholars who were also suspicious of Xu Ye's plagiarism suddenly put away their thoughts.

Because as Mr. Liang said, Chunqiu Pen will not give blessings indiscriminately.

"The awe-inspiring spirit in the poem can only be used once. If it is plagiarized, how can it motivate the Spring and Autumn Brush?"

Li Moyan also snorted coldly at this time,
Zhuangyuan Lang spoke, and everyone naturally had nothing to say.

"But...uh!..."

"Don't embarrass me anymore!"

Then Liu Muxuan wanted to say something more, but was suddenly pinched by Bai Zijin who was beside him, and the pain caused him to swallow back the words in his mouth.

"Little friend Xu Ye, did your poem ever have a title?"

At this moment, Mr. Liang suddenly walked up to Xu Ye.

"Not yet, not yet named."

Xu Ye didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Old Liang's gourd, so he simply replied that he didn't take it.

Hearing this, Old Liang suddenly burst into a smile on his wrinkled face.

"If you don't mind my little friend, why don't I inscribe a name for this poem?"

Old Liang looked at Xu Ye with a smile.

"Okay, this junior can't wait for it."

Xu Ye agreed without thinking too much.

In his opinion, it doesn't really matter what name you choose.

"Then it's settled!"

Seeing that Xu Ye agreed, Mr. Liang immediately smiled heartily.

And many Confucian scholars who were watching on the side suddenly woke up at this moment, and they all cursed at Mr. Liang in their hearts.

Giving a name to a famous book handed down from generation to generation is a blessing that cannot be obtained in eight lifetimes!

……

late at night.

At the gate of Lanruo Temple.

"Xu Ye, tell me honestly, did you copy that poem?"

After the crowd dispersed, Lin Buyu suddenly asked Xu Ye in a low voice.

Xu Ye looked around, then followed Lin Buyu's example and leaned into his ear and whispered:
"That's right, it was copied."

"You're lying to me again."

Lin Buyu gave Xu Ye a blank look.

After tonight's essay meeting, she had already decided that Xu Ye was talented in poetry, and the reason why she asked was just to confirm.

"Not really."

Xu Ye looked helpless.

"Anyway, thank you tonight. I will be able to go to the Taixue Palace tomorrow and be officially promoted to a sage."

With a bright smile, Lin Buyu shook the waist card in his hand with the word "Jiayi" written on it.

This waist card is a token of passing the test of the literary society. With it, you can go to the Taixue Palace to seek the blessing of the sacred object of destiny.

"This painting is for you."

Lin Buyu suddenly handed the "Moon Night Picture" she drew to Xu Ye.

"Without your poem, this painting would not be holy, so it should be yours."

She then added another sentence.

"You keep it, without your painting, there would be no poem."

Xu Ye pushed the painting back.

He was telling the truth. If Lin Buyu's painting hadn't aroused the nostalgia in his heart, he probably wouldn't have copied the song "Spring River Flower and Moon Night" in front of the public.

Lin Buyu was taken aback by Xu Ye's words, and then stopped talking nonsense and took the painting back.

"Xu Ye, no matter how badly you are injured in the future, I will do my best to heal you. If I can't heal, then go and beg my father, my master."

She looked at Xu Ye seriously.

"Are you repaying me and cursing me?"

Xu Ye couldn't laugh or cry.

"Yes, sorry, I, I'm not very good at talking."

Lin Buyu blushed and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"It's not easy to repay me..."

"Brother, brother, big brother..."

Xu Ye was thinking about joking with Lin Buyu, but he didn't want to be interrupted by a girl's calling, and he had clearly heard this voice once before.

"It's that voice again?"

Xu Ye frowned and searched around, but just like the previous time, he still couldn't find anything.

"Wow, woof, woof!~"

At this moment, behind the two of them, behind the gate of Lanruo Temple, there were a few familiar barking sounds.

"It's that little flower dog!"

Lin Buyu, who turned around to look, suddenly shouted in surprise.

"Why is it this dog again?"

Xu Ye frowned, feeling something was wrong, because he only saw the dog after hearing the little girl's voice the previous time.

"Little thing, go back, we are going home."

Lin Buyu smiled and waved to the little flower dog.

After learning that this is the dog raised by monk Na Huizhuo, she gave up the idea of ​​adopting this little flower dog.

"Wow, woof!"

Little Huagou didn't know if he understood Lin Buyu's words, but actually stopped at the door, just barking in place, with a pair of black eyes, looking pitifully at Xu Ye.

"You bastard, how did you escape again!"

At this moment, with a hoarse scolding sound, the scary-looking figure outlined by Huizhuo appeared in the sight of Lin Buyu and Xu Ye.

"Hmph, it's you again!"

That Hui Zhuo first gave Xu Ye and Lin Buyu a vicious look, and then picked up the little flowery dog ​​that was shivering on the ground.

"Get lost after the literary meeting is over, you scholars, your hands and feet are not clean!"

Huizhuo hugged the little flower dog and spat at the two of them, without the demeanor of an eminent monk at all.

"This monk is really disgusting. Fortunately, I used to regard him as a respectable person."

Lin Buyu gave Monk Huizhuo a disgusted look.

But Xu Ye's eyes kept falling on the little flowery dog, because he always felt that the little flowery dog ​​was weird.

"Or, look with my left eye?"

An idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

Thinking of this, he put his hand on the blindfold over his left eye, and then pulled it open a slit.

Xu Ye looked at the little flower dog through the slit, and then he saw a scene that he will never forget—"The face of the little flower dog overlapped with the face of a little girl like a porcelain doll. In one place."

At the same time, the little girl's voice sounded again in the back of his head:

"Big brother, big brother, help me, Ah Nuan hurts so much, hurts so much."

"Ok?"

The Huizhuo monk seemed to have noticed Xu Ye's gaze, and suddenly turned around.

Fortunately, Xu Ye had put on the blindfold again at this time, and Hui Zhuo didn't see his left eye.

"Don't go away!"

Hui Zhuo yelled angrily again.

"Why do you monk..."

"Let's go, let's go, it's getting late."

Lin Buyu was about to start scolding as soon as she stomped her foot. Her temper was not as good as Xu Ye's, but Xu Ye pulled her back halfway through the scolding.

"What's wrong with you today so easy to talk?"

Lin Buyu looked at Xu Yedao puzzledly.

"Why are you angry with a monk?"

Xu Ye had a "hehe" smile on his face, but he said nervously in his heart:
"I haven't figured out whether it's a human or a ghost, so I dare not offend."

The two then returned to the carriage.

And just after the carriage moved, Xu Ye poked his head out of the window, took another look at Nalanruo Temple with his left eye, and suddenly saw a violent ghost rising up into the sky. The house has become dilapidated, and there are ruins everywhere.

"How can there be such a ghostly place at the foot of the imperial city? Don't those big scholars in the academy care about it? Or, they can't see it, or they don't want to care about it..."

The more Xu Ye thought about it, the more frightened he became. He only felt that the water in Lanruo Temple might be deeper than he imagined.

(End of this chapter)