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

Chapter 47 This dog thief surnamed Liang!
Due to the limited size of the booklet, the inscriptions for this painting are placed on a single page.

Master Ye was startled when he saw this.

He never expected that Master Qiu, who has always been prudent, would lose his composure so much.

Immediately, full of astonishment and doubts, Master Ye turned to the page where the poem was written.

"The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is tidal."

"Where is the spring river without moonlight?"

After reading these two sentences, Master Ye, who was still calm just now, stood up with a bang, and the same excited expression as that of Master Chu appeared on his face.

"Jiangtian is the same color without any dust, and there is a lone moon in the bright sky."

"Who on the riverside saw the moon for the first time? When did the river moon shine on people?"

"The generations of life are endless, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year."

"I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water."

The more he read, the more heartbroken he became, and the look of astonishment in his eyes was stronger than seeing ghosts and gods.

"The slanting moon sinks deep into the sea fog, and the road to Xiaoxiang is infinite."

"I don't know how many people will return in the moon? Falling flowers and shaking love are all over the river and trees."

After reading the last two sentences, Master Ye froze in place as if he had been petrified, his robes rattling with arrogance.

"Such a peerless masterpiece, actually came from the hands of a ghost?"

After being stunned for a moment, Master Ye suddenly looked at Master Qiu with a confused expression on his face.

"The Spring and Autumn Pen blesses him, and directly turned the picture of the bright moon on the sea into a sacred object. This point is enough to prove that this poem was indeed written by that ghost messenger Xu Ye."

Master Qiu smiled helplessly.

The two of them could already predict that once someone mentions this poem in the future, the disciples of the academy will definitely become a foil and a laughing stock.

"Where did this Xu Ye come from? Why have I never heard of this character before?"

Master Ye stared at the poem on the copybook, still full of confusion.

"Xu Ye... I seem to remember that there was a surviving child named Xu Ye in the Xu family whose entire family was killed by ghosts."

Master Qiu suddenly murmured.

"The Xu family? Brother Qiu, are you talking about the descendants of Naya Sheng Xu Jiuge?"

Master Ye suddenly looked at Master Qiu seriously.

"That's right, it should be him!"

Master Chu nodded vigorously.

"It is said that after this son survived, in exchange for promising the town ghost department to close the case quickly, he exchanged a ghost messenger with the town ghost department."

He went on to add.

"It's not gold and silver that you want from the Ghost Town Secretary, but the post of ghost messenger. The two sons of the Xu family don't seem to be as muddle-headed as they say in the market. At least they know where the best way to save their lives is."

Ye Fuzi did not despise Xu Ye's behavior, but showed admiration instead.

"After all, it is the descendant of that sub-sage."

Master Chu sighed.

"Judging from this poem, this son is either hidden, or he has inherited the literary fortune of the entire Xu family in the capital, otherwise it is impossible to explain this amazing poetic talent."

Master Ye murmured.

The vision of the Xuegong father and son is much higher than that of ordinary people, and they quickly pointed out two possibilities.

"I think this son should have been hiding his clumsiness. As for Wen Yun, it is too illusory, and only a few ancestors have mentioned it."

Master Chu shook his head.

"Don't forget that what Xu Jiuge is best at is the art of hopelessness." Ye Fuzi suddenly looked at Qiu Fuzi with a serious face, "It is said that the reason why Liang was able to establish a country back then was because Xu Jiuge cut off his luck with one foot. The 300-year national fortune of the Zhou Dynasty, we must know that when the Liang Dynasty was established, the national power of the Zhou Dynasty was still at its peak."

"As soon as the National Fortune said, Brother Ye, you and I have argued several times. The old man still said that the reason why Daliang was able to establish the country was because the Zhou Dynasty established the country with soldiers and advocated the way of killing and conquering, which made the people of the Zhou Dynasty Resentment soaring to the sky eventually attracted ghosts and gods to slaughter the country, and my great Zhou established the country with Confucianism, and the Taizu promoted benevolent government, so it can be replaced, which is what the people want."

Master Qiu shook his head to express his disapproval.

"lets change a topic."

Master Ye knew that if the argument continued, the two of them would probably quarrel again, so he waved his hand to indicate that he would not continue this topic.

"Whether Xu Ye is hiding his clumsiness or his literary luck is overwhelming, he is now a ghost messenger, and he seems to have opened up his martial arts, so he has no chance for my Taixue Palace."

He continued with a wry smile.

"That's true."

Master Qiu also smiled wryly.

"I just hope that he will stop writing such peerless poems, otherwise, I, a disciple of the Taixue Palace, might not be able to hold my head up in front of the world."

He joked.

"This kind of peerless masterpiece is hard to come by in ten years. Even if he is really blessed with the Xu family's literary fortune, he may not be able to do it again."

Ye Fuzi said that Qiu Fuzi was worrying too much.

"hope so."

Master Qiu nodded, and his eyes fell on the copybook in his hand. After flipping another page, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and he cursed:

"Liang Daoyuan, that bastard, dares to leave his name behind this peerless poem!"

Ye Fuzi lowered his head when he heard the words, and saw that under the copy of Xu Ye's poem, there was a line of big characters written: "Mr. Wenchang gave the name "Spring River Flower and Moonlight Night"."

This Mr. Wenchang was the name of Liang Daoyuan, the Liang examiner that day.

"This old thief must be the one who begged Xu Ye to give him a name!"

Ye Fuzi also cursed loudly, and at the same time his eyes were full of envy, because from then on, Liang Daoyuan's name will surely be passed down through the ages with this peerless poem.

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"Ah... sneeze!"

Xu Ye, who had just gotten off Lin Buyu's carriage at the gate of the Name Camp, couldn't help but sneezed again.

"It's so early in the morning, why do so many people miss me?"

He rubbed his nose and gave a "it's a sin to be too popular" look.

"Really shameless."

Lin Buyu gave Xu Ye a blank look, and then walked past him quickly, with the words "I don't know this idiot" written on his face.

"Yo, Saya."

Xu Ye just wanted to go forward to have an argument with Lin Buyu, but the burly iron face suddenly rushed towards him like a gust of wind.

"Tell you good news!"

Before Xu Ye had time to say hello, Tie Mian put his arm around his shoulders, and whispered something excitedly to him.

"Sister-in-law agrees to you having a third baby?"

Xu Ye blurted out and asked.

The two are already very familiar, and they will joke with each other from time to time.

"Pooh!"

Tie Mian spat, then shook Xu Ye's shoulder and said:
"It's the case of the Cao family!"

Hearing this, Xu Ye regained his spirits.

"Tell me now."

He urged immediately.

(End of this chapter)