I write novels to become a saint

Chapter 44

This action immediately attracted all the eyes in the hall.

There was also a light in Huai Yixiu's eyes. For some reason, he seemed to hope that Lin Qian could write poems.

However, Lin Qian still looked out of the window, looking at the Xiangjiang River in the distance.

"What is he going to do?"

"Is he going to write a poem?"

Many people guessed in their hearts, some were nervous and some were excited. Judging from Huai Yixiu's performance, even if this person wasn't the Lin Qian who wrote the poems of the Way of Heaven, he must have something unique.

Those who think that their poems are expected to win the first prize are naturally apprehensive. As for those students who have not written poems or are very good at numbers, they are naturally excited to witness the birth of excellent works.

Looking at the rushing Xiangjiang River, Lin Qian suddenly thought of the scene at the head of Juzizhou during the mid-term assessment.

Looking west at Yuelu Mountain, it is gloomy and green, and the falling maple leaves dye the mountains red.

A gust of wind blew, messing up Lin Qian's long hair and ruffling the corners of his clothes.

"Independent cold autumn, the Xiangjiang River goes north, at the head of Juzizhou."

He also blew the sound of a poem chanting into everyone's ears. Chicken blood can't be created out of nothing, but it just touched Lin Qian's heartstrings and reminded him of this poem.

At first listen, it feels mediocre.

"Look at the red mountains all over the world, and the forests are all dyed."

As soon as this sentence came out, the students in Changsha City suddenly saw what they saw and heard at Juzizhoutou during the mid-term assessment. Looking at the mountains after autumn, the layers of forests were ablaze.

It was as if time was reversed and space was distorted. They seemed to have returned to Juzizhou head half a month ago, and a line of poetry brought them back to the scene half a month ago.

Other students, who have been to Juzizhou, can also imagine the scene at that time. Even those who have not been there can still imagine the magnificent autumn scenery of thousands of red mountains.

"The river is clear, hundreds of boats compete for the water, eagles strike the sky, fish fly in the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete for freedom."

Huai Yixiu's eyes sparkled, and the verses were in his ears, as if everyone present had followed the poet to the head of Juzizhou, admiring the autumn scenery, reading the characters one by one, and then uploading the film. It's already a masterpiece.

"Melancholy, ask the vast land, who is in charge of the ups and downs?"

Like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, everyone was shocked and woke up from the magnificent scenery.

This is a kind of autumn where "all kinds of frosts compete for freedom". "Mountains", "forests", "rivers", "geese", "eagles" and "fishes" in nature are "all kinds" in this "frost sky". Compete for freedom", feel at ease, get what you want.

Although there are many kinds of things, only people are the most spiritual.What about man as the spirit of all things?They are not free!

So "melancholy", in this "melancholy" autumn, the poet's melancholy is as "melancholy" as autumn, facing the free "all kinds" and unfree human beings, he can't help but be like Qu Yuan in "Heavenly Questions": Ask about the vastness The earth, who is in charge of the ups and downs?

This question revealed Lin Qian's ambition, showed his broad mind, and also established the emotional tone of the second half.

"Brought a hundred couples to travel, and recalled the long and turbulent years of the past.

Just a young boy, Fenghua Zhengmao; book business gas, swaying Fang.

Pointing to the country, encouraging the writing, the dung soil was once tens of thousands of households. "

Chen Ruikang and the others unconsciously thought of the conversation and laughter at the head of Juzizhou. Scholars are naturally arrogant. At that time, they also gathered like today, pointing out the country, talking about the situation in the big business, and underestimating the Northern Man, the Southern Witch and the Wan Yao Kingdom. .

Oh dear lord, who domains the fate of this world?

When Qu Yuan asked "Heaven", he waited for "Heaven" to answer.When Lin Qian asked the question, the answer was clear, that is: these young scholars in their prime!
"So in Lin Qian's eyes, the future is in the hands of young scholars like them!"

What kind of lofty ambition and confidence is this, Chen Ruikang is completely convinced at this moment!

"Have you ever remembered that when the current hits the water, the waves hold back the flying boat?"

Click!

It was as if thunder was exploding in everyone's ears, and vaguely, they seemed to see a group of teenagers chatting and laughing happily by the river, pointing to the river and mountains, and the water splashed by them caused huge waves, stopping the fast-moving giant ship.

This scene is no longer an imagination created by the poems, but actually appeared before the eyes of everyone in Qionghua Building.

Vision!

Another vision!

In the dark night sky, another starlight rose, like a shooting star across the sky, with a bright trail, and finally hovered high in the sky, standing side by side with the previous bright star.

Heavenly Poetry!

It's Heavenly Poetry again!

The students who belonged to Changsha City felt their blood boiled with passion and pride at the moment, and they were even more useful than the poems that Huai Yixiu sang with arrogance before, because they are the protagonists of this poem of the Dao of Heaven, and they are the ones who rule this vast land. main character!

"wonderful!"

"excellent!"

It wasn't until this time that the students in Qionghua Building came back to their senses.

Even Huai Yixiu was immersed in the magnificent beauty, and couldn't help but praise it.

"Have you ever remembered that when the current hits the water, the waves hold back the flying boat!"

"What a wave-stopping flying boat!"

The people present couldn't help pondering the poem just now in their hearts, repeating the sentences they couldn't think of after racking their brains, and while appreciating the beautiful things in their hearts, they also felt endless loneliness.

Those students who had laughed at Lin Qian for not being able to write a poem before all lowered their heads in shame.

Lin Qian's poem has lofty intentions and exquisite sentences. The first half of the poem describes the magnificent autumn scenery, which makes people subconsciously enter into it.

Taking the scenery as the warp and the emotion as the weft, weaving it into a wonderful word!
"As expected of a genius who wrote poems of the Dao of Heaven!"

"Brother Lin is a genius!"

Huai Yixiu walked down the second floor quickly, and came to Lin Qian with a smile on his face.

But right now.

A ray of green energy suddenly appeared around Lin Qian.

In the Palace of Literature, at some time, the talent pool of Zhang Xu Fangyuan was filled with milky white talent, and the talent was surging, pulling the mighty energy of heaven and earth to descend.

Eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and soon, Lin Qian's seven orifices were filled with awe-inspiring energy. For other Confucianism cultivators, they need to use their talents to attack and penetrate them, and they collapsed under the impact of the vast aura of energy almost instantly. , In an instant, the seven orifices are fully opened!

After opening the seven orifices, the majestic awe-inspiring energy poured into Lin Qian's body from the seven orifices, and began to wash his body. He also officially stepped into the eighth grade of Confucianism and Taoism - self-cultivation!
"Jin Pin!"

"Brother Lin is going to be promoted again?"

The students in Changsha City were filled with horror. The last time Lin Qian made a breakthrough was only half a month ago!

"The word Jinpin is another word Jinpin!"

Everyone stared blankly at Lin Qian who was still surrounded by grandeur.

They have studied poetry, books and articles for more than ten years, just to gain fame and fame. Confucianism and Taoism are successful. Avoid detours for decades.

All of you here, how many people in this life can step into the eighth grade of Confucianism and Taoism?
　Some good brothers have already guessed, "Qinyuanchun Changsha", but there is no way, everyone is familiar with the teacher's poems.Looks like I'll have to come up with something new.After thinking about it, the next plot should be next!Well, mine is very long, bear with me!
　　
　
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