Gou Zai Xian Qin Lian Gui Cultivation Immortal

Chapter 60
"Hahaha!"

"It is said that Songzhou's Ciwen is the best in the world, and Bianliang's Ciwen is the best in Songzhou."

"When I saw you today, I knew that under the prestigious name, it's actually hard to live up to!"

A arrogant laugh suddenly sounded, full of ridicule, and instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

Looking along the source of the sound, I saw a young man in white lying on the suspended jade tower.

He held a jug of wine in his right hand, and drank it slowly, looking at ease, with a bit of madman demeanor.

Looking at the sneering, doubtful, and angry eyes of the crowd, the young man held up the jug for a drink and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he didn't pay attention to the gazes of the crowd.

"Why, not convinced?"

"When it comes to poetry attainments, everyone here is rubbish, there is no one who can beat it!"

The young man's arrogant voice sounded again, his eyes were full of disdain.

"Listening to what your Excellency said, the attainments in poetry are far superior to ours. I wonder if there are any good works handed down to the world?"

The cold light in Wang Zilang's eyes flickered, and he said coldly.

This Prince Lang is arrogant and self-willed, so naturally he cannot tolerate the arrogance of the young man in white.

"Songzhou will never allow such a crazy person to exist!"

Chai Shirong's eyes were deep, and he looked at the young man in white with deep malice, and he decided to add insult to injury.

After a pause, he continued: "In my opinion, if this brother is so confident, there must be at least dozens of excellent works handed down to the world, right?"

"Fizz!"

When the people present heard this, they couldn't help but gasp.

Chai Shirong is really too ruthless, he is trying to run the boy in white into a corner!
What is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation?

At least it can be spread in a state of one state, the vision is natural, the streets are heard and the alleys are known, the name is left in the history, and it has been passed down for thousands of years.

Songzhou is known as the origin of Ci. For tens of thousands of years, there are only a hundred or so masterpieces that can be called masterpieces.

Even a great Confucianist in the world dare not say that he can write a poem handed down from generation to generation.

Dozens of masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, even if the great Confucianists all over the world work together, they will be powerless!
If the boy in white couldn't come up with a few masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, his reputation in Bianliang City, and even the entire Song Prefecture, would be ruined.

For scholars, defilement of their literary names is the greatest punishment.

Although they knew that taking pleasure in other people's misfortune was not something a gentleman would do, but for some reason, everyone was quite happy in their hearts!
"These scholars are really killing people without blood!"

On the platform, Li Shishi stroked the blue hair hanging in front of him, his eyes flickered, and he looked at the white-clothed boy with a half-smile.

In Li Shishi's spiritual sense perception, the boy in white has a faint aura, connected with the heaven and the earth, and it is impossible to spy on its reality.

It would be a good thing if he could take advantage of the momentum of the crowd present and let him show his feet.

She came to Bianliang City this time, but she had a heavy responsibility on her shoulders. The appearance of an unknown strong man would naturally arouse her vigilance.

She didn't need to try it herself, Li Shishi was also happy to watch the fun, anyway, no matter how hard she fought, she could finally achieve her goal.

Immediately, all eyes were cast on the young man in white, whether it was a literati monk or a maid serving on the cloud platform.

They stared at the white-clothed boy without blinking. The bright moonlight shone on the Jade Tower, condensing and not dispersing, covering the white-clothed boy with a layer of mysterious color.

Looking carefully, under the intertwined light and darkness, everyone could vaguely see an indescribable bleakness.

The loneliness that comes from the depths of the soul, as well as the out of place temperament, are particularly eye-catching.

"Pity!"

"Deserved!"

"You deserve it!"

Everyone had different ideas, and some were even whispering.

"Copying ancient poems, this is a famous scene for a traveler."

This white-clothed boy is none other than Jiang Gan's yin god.

Jiang Gan is also quite satisfied with the assists of Wang Zilang and Chai Shirong, the effect of this contrast will be even better!

Jiang Gan took another sip, and casually threw the jug onto the lake outside the Yuntai, creating a circle of water.

Zhenxiu got up, his eyes swept away from everyone, and finally landed on Chai Shirong.

"Since you asked sincerely, I will tell you mercifully that there are currently no masterpieces handed down to the world."

Without waiting for Wang Zilang, Chai Shirong and others to refute, he waved his sleeves, looked relaxed and freehand, and continued, "A masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, it doesn't matter if you have a mouth!"

Looking at the surprised or disdainful eyes of the crowd, Jiang Gan sang directly:

"The beauty rolled up the beaded curtain, sitting deeply and frowning. But seeing the wet tears, I don't know who I hate."

After Jiang Gan finished reciting, Wenqu stars appeared above the sky, and the mighty Wenqu stars descended from the sky, covering a radius of hundreds of miles, creating a vision of poetry.

The bright moon was in the sky, and a stunning beauty rolled up the beaded curtain, sitting alone in her boudoir, frowning.Seeing the tear stains on Yuyan's face, I don't know who she hates in her heart.

The deep resentment and longing made everyone within a hundred miles feel inexplicably sad, and they couldn't help but shed tears.

"A natural phenomenon, a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, how is this possible?"

"I must be dreaming?"

"Am I still awake?"

……

Within the scope of the vision, everyone was boiling. This is a rare poem handed down in a hundred years!

Wang Zilang was stunned, his face full of disbelief;

Chai Shirong was stunned, as if in a dream;

Zhao Ji was shocked, his eyes were full of admiration;
Li Shishi is crazy, his eyes are full of confusion...

Everyone had different expressions, and they looked at Jiang Gan with solemn eyes, and they no longer had the slightest hint of contempt and sarcasm.

Everyone present has the ability to appreciate, so they can naturally see that this little poem is different. It seems simple, but the more you chew it, the more memorable it becomes.

Using the beauty's expression to describe the resentment, and using hatred to set off lovesickness and love, it can be seen that the creative technique and angle are amazing.

What's more, the vision of poetry appeared in the world, which represented Wen Quxing's approval of this little poem.

Rumor has it that in the year of Shenzhou Weekend, Gods are eccentric and chaotic, Confucian sages ascend to heaven, Taoism transforms Wenqu, and Confucianism and Taoism have flourished in the world since then.

The appearance of Wenqu stars represents the approval of Confucian saints. Naturally, no scholar dares to refute the disapproval of the world.

Jiang Gan waved his sleeves like wings, and his body was covered with bright moonlight, as if he was a banished immortal.

He stared at Wang Zilang and the others with a smile that was not a smile, and said word by word: "Everyone, how about this poem, can it be regarded as a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation?"

The veins on Wang Zilang's forehead popped out, his face was distorted, his teeth were clenched, and his voice was squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Naturally, it is considered a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, but there is only one song, but it cannot convince us."

Jiang Gan smiled even more when he heard this, for today is a big occasion for him to become famous.

When copying "Tianlong", I didn't realize the happiness of Wen Chaogong.But at this time, he experienced the happiness of Wen Chaogong.

Under the light of Wenqu starlight, his soul became more pure and flawless, and began to transform into a flesh and blood body, and a faint vitality was faintly exuded from his whole body.

The yin god derived flesh and blood, which is the characteristic of the third grade ghost fairyland.In other words, Jiang Gan's yin spirit already possesses some of the essence of ghosts and immortals.

This is of immeasurable benefits to the practice of immortality!

(End of this chapter)