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Chapter 43 The People Don't Know Ling Yunmu

"Are you referring to Lin Qian who wrote the poems of the Dao of Heaven?"

"Probably not. If it's really that genius poet, it shouldn't be impossible to write poems. Is there anyone who would be indifferent to this Shuiyun pen? In front of so many people, I can't afford to lose this person." ah!"

"What do you know? As far as I know, Lin Qian, who wrote the poems of the Way of Heaven, had no good works before, not even a single poem. You can check it in Wengong Shuhai. His classmates also confirmed that he was in the academy before. The performance is also mediocre.”

"You mean? That Heavenly Dao poem is tricky? No way, under the Heavenly Dao, who can cheat?"

"Cheating is not enough, but it's hard to say whether there is any tricks in it... Otherwise, in this situation, you can't write a poem?"

Huai Yixiu's stone stirred up waves, and soon many people looked at Lin Qian and started discussing in whispers.

But everyone didn't struggle with Lin Qian's identity for too long.

"Nowadays, the southern witches are ready to move, the northern barbarians are ambitious, and the western demon kingdoms are eyeing them. I have been struggling since the reign of Emperor Chongzhen for four consecutive years, and I have been devastated. If I don't change the law and try to survive, I may inevitably end up in a situation where the country is ruined and the family is destroyed!"

Everyone is aware of the dangers of party struggles, but the preciousness of cultural treasures is right in front of our eyes.

Soon some people couldn't bear the temptation and began to compose poems and lyrics, and everyone began to discuss the "reform" fiercely.

"That's right, I am a dignified and powerful man. In 5000 years, Guo Zuo actually bowed his knees to Beiman, paid tribute and proclaimed himself a minister, and signed the Tanyuan Alliance. It is really a great shame!"

"I think back then, when Qin Huang, Han Wu, and Tang Zong were alive, they beat the northern barbarians to the brim, and the southern witch became a vassal. The Wan Yao Kingdom sacrificed the king's phoenix feathers to survive... I, the son of the Central Plains, returned the body wrapped in horse leather, and frightened them again. Clothes!"

After a few glasses of spirits, everyone began to let go and expressed their true thoughts.

He has lived in the middle land for a long time, and he has been great countless times, creating a situation where all nations came to the court. Now he even pays tribute to the northern barbarians. Even his own dog-legged Nan Wu dared to make a move on the border, but the court But blindly forbearance, this kind of aggrieved, is not humane.

"Fighting and fighting, thanks to the fact that you are still scholars, don't you need money for war? Where does the money come from? The catastrophe in the four provinces during the Chongzhen period has already hurt my vitality. At this time, recuperation is the right way. If you really fight, you will really work hard." Gone!"

"Such a positive response method, as stated in the Book of Changes, "poor leads to change, change leads to success, and mastery leads to achievement. This is the time for extreme change!"

"Reform and reform, how long has it been since Qingli Gentleman's reform? The result? The people in the four provinces of Shandong haven't recovered their vitality yet!"

"Now that I am working hard, I should rest and recuperate. I should not go to the doctor in a hurry. My working hard can last for 5000 years, which proves that there is no problem with the current law, but the destiny is not good. If I give it more time, I will be able to recover. Restore the glory of the past!"

Since ancient times, there is no first article, and there are different opinions on the matter of reform, each with its own reasons, and no one can convince anyone, otherwise the party struggle would not have reached such a fierce level.

With the appearance of each poem, the atmosphere of the banquet was pushed to a climax.

Even Chen Ruikang couldn't bear the loneliness, so he wrote a five-character poem, which is worthy of being a poet who can be included in the "Collected Works". From the perspective of Lin Qian's literary quality, Chen Ruikang's poem is not bad.

But none of this has much to do with Lin Qian. After eating and drinking, he, Lin Xinyun and Zhang Zehan quietly moved to the window, lying on the window, blowing the autumn wind, watching the rushing Xiangjiang River outside the city, and watching the lights of thousands of houses in the city , enjoying this rare comfortable moment.

Speaking of the Xiangjiang River, there was also a thrilling story. Before Dagan was unified, Qian Shihuang led an army of one million across the Xiangjiang River, defeated the opponent who wanted to rule the river with Dagan, and unified from then on. world.

The front line back then has instead become the hinterland at this time. Changsha Prefecture has not experienced war for many years, and even the city walls have become as low as they are today. I have to say that time has passed, things have changed, and the world has already happened. Earth-shaking changes.

Sitting on the second floor, Huai Yixiu kept looking at the poems of everyone in the lobby, noncommittal.

After all, the climax of the atmosphere did not last long, as most people recited their own poems, the atmosphere of the banquet turned from ups and downs.

After all, poetry is not easy to come by, and the people here may be somewhat talented, but they are not exaggerated to be a genius who can read scriptures at the age of five and write pen and ink at the age of seven.

The debate is still going on, but after all, no one can convince anyone, so it is natural that there are too many words.

Gradually, the voice in the lobby gradually decreased, and many people were already looking at Huai Yixiu on the second floor, as if they were already waiting for the final result.

Huai Yixiu was unmoved, although it was said that Wenbao was awarded to the leader of this poetry meeting, but obviously, this poetry meeting did not seem to satisfy Huai Yixiu's poems.

After a long time, when there was no movement in the lobby, Huai Yixiu had no choice but to stand up, but looked again at the circle of students in Changsha City where Lin Qian was, and found that Lin Qian was looking at the Xiangjiang River outside the window, Shaking his head in disappointment.

Looking away, he took out the Wenbao Shuiyun Pen again, "After this Shuiyun Pen is brought into the Wen Palace, in addition to being able to feel the Tao of the senior who conceived and raised it, put it into the talent pool and refine it, it will also have the ability to suppress Chi, the magical effect of improving the level of talent condensation!"

After stepping into the ninth rank of Confucianism and Taoism, Lin Qian realized that he had quickly accumulated a pool of talent with a few articles before, but he was unable to break through to the ninth rank of Confucianism and Taoism. It was because he did not have enough quality poems and articles to suppress him, and his talent was not enough. Condensed.

I'm afraid many of you here have this trouble. If you can get Wenbao, stepping into the ninth rank is a sure thing!

"In addition, the "Thousand Gold Stickers" written by the ancestors are also engraved on the barrel of the Shuiyun Pen, which can enlighten those who have not yet entered school, and there is a high probability that they can directly help people open up the Palace of Literature!"

Hearing Huai Yixiu's introduction, many people's breathing became short of breath, the enlightenment effect was second to none, and the ability to refine one's talent was what they longed for.

"At that time, people didn't know Ling Yunmu, so they waited until Ling Yun began to master!"

Just when everyone's emotions were mobilized, Huai Yi's self-cultivation Zhou Qingguang lingered, and chanted the famous line of "Xiao Song" in cadence.

People nowadays don't even know what is Lingyunmu and what is Maxima.

You will only praise the tree when it grows taller, and you will only envy the horse when it is running fast.

But as Lingyunmu and Maxima, the first thing you need to do is to let yourself shine!

As if a gust of spring breeze had blown by, the originally cold and silent lobby suddenly boiled up again. The students seemed to have been beaten into chicken blood, feeling full of pride in their chests, their blood was boiling, and they couldn't wait to show their talents and become a shining Maxima.

The eighth grade of Confucianism and Taoism is to induce the awe-inspiring energy to cultivate the body and nourish the mind, and then you can arouse the awe-inspiring energy of the world by chanting poems, and achieve some incredible powers. The deeper you understand the poems, the stronger the power you can exert.

Everyone didn't notice that Huai Yixiu was holding the water cloud brush in his hand when he was reciting the poem. the effect at this time.

It's a pity that talent is not something you can have if you want it, and no amount of chicken blood can stimulate talent. After a short period of enthusiasm, the students didn't even let out a fart. After a while, the scene became silent again.

But at this moment, Lin Qian suddenly stood up.

(End of this chapter)