Saint Immortal Way

Lu Yang walked to the table, poured the spirit of timelessness, and wrote a poem in a hurry.

"The eyes are full of vitality and transformation, and the heavenly workers strive for innovation. 500 years in advance, new ideas will be found in the millennium. Kong Sheng's poems have been handed down thousands of times, and they are not new. Talented people come out from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years. .”

"Only one's eyes must rely on one's own self-assessment, and there are many art courts. The dwarves have never seen the theater before, and they always talk about the good and bad of others. It is difficult to learn the language when you are young, but it is only half of the time. When you are old, you know that you can't do it. Seven days. I have no time for poetry to explain the poor, and I have never worked because of poetry. Xiong Yu laughed at himself because he wanted to work on poetry and was afraid of being poor."

After writing a piece of "On Poetry", the old Confucian master was already dumbfounded!

"Master Supervisor, have the students passed?" Lu Yang saluted with a smile.

"Oh...that's great, that's great, you are such a crazy and talented student, you are worthy of being the disciple of that boy Huang Zongxi! Pass, pass, if you are no more than the supervisor of this courtyard, you will really have trouble with the juniors!" The old man The Confucian master immediately expressed his opinion, and with a wave of his sleeves, a mighty righteousness gushed out, wrapping the poem written by Lu Yang at once.

The entire poem immediately flew up, and the ruddy words made of timeless energy were condensed by the awe-inspiring righteousness, and turned into a palm-sized piece, which fell on the palm of the old Confucian teacher. The light was dazzling, and it was really beautiful.

"Hey, talented people have come out from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years, what a big tone!" A rebellious voice came, and three outstanding students came in from the door, and satirized Lu Yang. Then he bowed to the old Confucian master: "Teacher, the three disciples have come to see you!"

Lu Yang frowned, raised his hand and said, "May I ask the name of this teacher?"

Xiongtai and Xuetai are both names for people. If you are close, you will call them Xiongtai, and if you are far away, you will call them Xuetai. The other party just satirized him like this, and he didn't give him any good face at all, so Lu Yang doesn't have to be polite to him.

"Why, are you still not convinced by your loud tone?" The man turned his head, stared at Lu Yang, and suddenly burst out laughing, his face darkened, and immediately became cold: "You little Ding Kesheng, I also want to know my name, well, listen carefully, my son's surname is Wang, and the single name is a word of vibration!"

The old Confucian master frowned slightly, as if he didn't like this young man with a bad tone, but he didn't say much. A person's character is determined by his family background and growth experience. This Wang Zhen is the first family king of Moling Mansion. He is the only son of the family, so he has always been aloof, and no one looks down on him.

Lu Yang has never seen such a rude person. He is a stranger to him, but suddenly he was sarcastically reprimanded by such a person. This Wang Zhenxing is arrogant and rude. How can I say that Bailongtan Academy is also a practice of poetry and etiquette? Why would there be such a person?The forest is really big, and there are all kinds of birds...

Lu Yang also wanted to get angry with him, so he imitated his defiant tone and taught him a lesson: "Wang Xuetai, you have to know that people in my holy way do not fight for what we do, but we fight for it. Struggle for land, the courage to compete with others, the ancient sages can achieve the holy way, we and others should follow the sage's unique learning, the blue is better than the blue, I don't think there are talented people from generation to generation, each leading the way by hundreds What's wrong with the year, it's the learning stage, the mind is too narrow, in the future, I should learn to be tolerant of all rivers, as the saying goes, tolerance is great, standing on a wall, without desire, you can be strong!"

"You... bold! Where did you come from, you dare to talk to me like that, do you know who I am?!" Wang Zhen's face turned green and white, and became ferocious.Lu Yang felt that if the old Confucian master wasn't here, this guy would have made a move.

Lu Yang shook his head and said, "Wang Xuetai, is this to show off? Aren't you called Wang Zhen? Maybe it's because you don't have a good reputation, so you want to bring out your parents so that people can know your name and family background? I'm sorry, I'm new here, and I don't know the big family and playboys of Moling!"

"Reverse, reversible, a little Ding Kesheng dares to talk to me like that, I will kill you!" Wang Zhen was furious, and suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist. The sword was black and black. There are countless small characters engraved on it, exuding an incomparably fierce aura. Infused with Wang Zhen's majestic righteousness, the sword aura is spit out, which is as long as one foot.

"Stop!" The old Confucian master yelled, waved his sleeves, and righteousness surged out, and hit Wang Zhen's sword with a slap, and the sword immediately dropped from his hand, and plunged into the stone floor with a puff, still shaking.

Wang Zhen's face was ashen, but he didn't dare to be presumptuous.

"Where is this place, how can you allow you to fight? The sword is a gentleman's weapon, not for you to commit murder!" The old Confucian teacher looked angry.

"Students know their mistakes, please forgive me!" The three people led by Wang Zhen hurriedly bowed to admit their mistakes.Lu Yang also saluted and said, "Master Supervisor, the students know their mistakes and shouldn't engage in such emotional disputes!"

"Well, it's good to know your mistakes. If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There's nothing good about it!" The old Confucian teacher's face softened.

Wang Zhen glanced at Lu Yang, with a strange look on his face, and he said to the old Confucian teacher: "Teacher, the students just heard that this junior from the Ding Ke class spoke eloquently, and it seems that he is very talented. The students admire him very much, so I want to I need to ask this junior brother for advice!"

The old Confucian teacher's heart moved, it is allowed for people in the holy way to learn from each other, but Lu Yang's current situation is not equal to his three students.

Lu Yang is only in Class D, and three of his students are already the top students in Class B. They are two levels higher in Taoism, and they are cultivating righteousness, while Lu Yang is only cultivating the spirit of eternity. Moreover, Lu Yang wrote a poem just now, and more than half of the eternal energy in his body has been consumed, so it is really not suitable to compete with others.

"It's not right, Xuezi Lu's morality is too low, it's not fair..."

Naturally, Wang Zhen also knew that Lu Yang's morality was low, so he quickly said: "Teacher, don't worry, the students are not comparing Taoism and the six arts, but poetry and talent!"

The old Confucian master turned to look at Lu Yang and said, "Student Lu, look..."

"Bijibi, although he was born late, he is young, but he has read thousands of volumes, so he won't be afraid of anyone in poetry!" Lu Yang laughed.

"Haha, I read more than ten thousand books. I think you are bragging. I, Wang Zhen, can read at the age of three, read poetry at the age of five, and can write at the age of ten. I haven't read more than a thousand books. You are a mere Dingke student. Did you start in the womb? Can't study?" Wang Zhen laughed.

"Summer insects are indescribable!" Lu Yang said lightly.

"I, Wang Zhen, don't bother arguing with you, so I'd better ask the teacher to come up with a question!" Wang Zhen's expression turned ugly.

"Just the lotus outside by the water!" The old Confucian teacher thought for a while, and pointed to the half acre of lotus outside the supervisor.

Wang Zhen nodded, and said with a smile to Lu Yang, "How about it, should you come first? Do you write poetry or composition? Hehe, no matter you write poetry or composition, I, Wang Zhen, will accompany you!"

"The composition is ready!" Lu Yang said.

"In this case, well, I happen to have a piece of timeless ink stick here, which will be used to make up for your shortcomings!" The old Confucian master flipped his hands and took out a green inkstone. On the inkstone, there was a small thumb-sized ink stick. ink stick.

This is not an ordinary ink stick, but something that is condensed with some ivory powder with the incomparably pure timeless air, called the timeless ink stick, like a piece of suet white jade, its quality is already high-quality, such a small piece, 100 taels of silver is also hard to find.

Lu Yang was overjoyed, he took it quickly, and began to grind it on the inkstone with an ink stick, just for a while, a little bit of timeless aura was ground and dissipated, forming a ruddy white timeless aura in the inkstone.

Lu Yang held the pen in his hand and walked a few steps. After thinking for a while, he immediately took the white paper on the long table, filled with the timeless spirit in the inkstone, and wrote three words like flowing water: "Ai Lian said".

The three characters have a strong ruddy color, and are more meaningful and longer than those written by Lu Yang himself. Lu Yang is very satisfied, thinking that the superior timeless ink sticks are not ordinary,

"The title is ordinary, let's see what tricks you can write?" Wang Zhen and his two classmates laughed.Lu Yang smiled faintly and continued writing without answering:

"Flowers of plants and trees on land and water are very lovely. The sage Yin only loves chrysanthemums; since the Great Kuang, the world loves peonies; I only love lotus which emerges from the mud without being stained, cleans the ripples without being demonic, and connects the middle with the outer straight. No vines or branches, the fragrance is far and clear, and the pavilions are clean and planted, which can be viewed from a distance but not be played with. Yu said that the chrysanthemum is the hermit of flowers; the peony is the rich and noble of flowers; the lotus is the gentleman of flowers. The love of chrysanthemums is seldom heard of after the hidden saint;

The article is short, but only a few hundred words, and the elegant demeanor of the gentleman of flowers comes into view.With the timeless ink stick, Lu Yang's timeless spirit is no longer lacking. Each text is meaningful and long, rich and white, faintly shining. The font is thin gold, and each one has a unique style. .

"Good writing, good writing!" The old Confucian teacher couldn't help being moved, and with a wave of his sleeve, the words on the paper immediately flew up intact and stood in the air for everyone to watch.

"This...it's impossible, it's impossible for Ding Kesheng to write articles of this level!" Wang Zhen was dumbfounded.At any rate, he is also talented, and he can tell clearly at a glance whether Ailian's words are good or bad.If he asked himself to write one, Wang Zhen would not have the confidence to write such a catchy short essay, and this short essay reveals the author's noble ambition.

"Wang Xuetai, please..." Lu Yang saluted with a smile.

Wang Zhen looked at Ai Lian standing in mid-air and said, glared at Lu Yang fiercely, and began to pace and meditate. He is also somewhat talented, not only because of his family background, he is extremely arrogant, but now, he feels that he is not quiet. After calming down, I thought about several beginnings, and found that none of them can surpass Lu Yang's Ailian.

Seeing that Wang Zhen was thinking hard and his face was becoming more and more ugly, the old Confucian master coughed, waved to Lu Yang and said, "Since you have passed the exam, then I will arrange you in Ding Kezi's class!"

"Zi class, but Ding Ke's best class?" Lu Yang asked quickly, because in the academy, Ding Ke has twelve classes, arranged according to the twelve earthly branches of Zi Chou and Yin Mao, and Zi ranked first.

"Exactly!"

"Then thank you, Master Superintendent!" Lu Yang was immediately delighted, bowed quickly to thank him, and then handed back the inkstone and timeless ink stick to the old Confucian master.

"These two things are given to you, I hope you will study well!" The old Confucian teacher waved his hand, and beckoned to a handsome student, pointed at Lu Yang and said, "Send this student to Ding Ke's class immediately!"

"However, the competition is not over yet..." Student Qingjun muttered, obviously a little reluctant, she also wanted to see Wang Zhen make a fool of herself.