Saint Immortal Way

"Quick!" Princess Shouyang smiled.

Lu Yang wrote four poems and essays in a row. In the first one, the small pond, the small lotus has only just shown its sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on it. It is fresh and meaningful. It is a wonderful small painting of a lotus pond, full of fun.

The second chapter, Jian Jia, is ethereal and ethereal, hazy and resentful. I don't know whether it is the memory of a friend or the unrequited love of a lover. It makes people fascinated leisurely and full of endless reverie.

The third chapter is about poetry, and it expresses arguments that no one has ever made before. It is so ambitious and full of pride.

The fourth chapter, Ai Lian, said that the blending of scenes makes people see Lu Yang's elegant heart that loves gentlemen alone. It emerges from the mud without being stained, cleans the waves without being demonic, can be seen from a distance but not be played with...

Enjoying four spiritual desserts in a row really lifted the spirits of Princess Shouyang!

"Lu Yang, you really have a great poetic talent. This hall has never met a Confucian scholar who can speak well, and the writing can be so touching!"

"Thank you for your praise, Your Highness. Lu Yang is ashamed!" Lu Yang saluted with a smile.

"You are Master Huang Rushi's disciple, hehe, it seems that Master Huang Rushi knows the pearl with his eyesight... I was enlightened at the age of four, and I have stepped into the threshold of the holy way at the age of seven. I have learned the six arts. So far, I am only the third step in Liyan Dao, and I need to write hundreds of books. Juan, the gods are not obscure. At this age, everyone will say that this hall has excellent aptitude, but how do outsiders know that there are more than 20 great Confucians and great Confucians who have taught this hall, and there are even six masters. There are many, and the cultivation resources you have are innumerable, if you can't cultivate them, wouldn't you be as stupid as a pig?"

Princess Shouyang turned her back to Lu Yang, turned her head at this time, took a deep look at Lu Yang, and said: "Your talent for poetry and prose is far inferior to this palace. I heard that you never went to a private school, but just studied in a private school. Listening to Huang Confucianism outside the private school in Luqiu County, and then stepped into the threshold of the holy way, right?"

Lu Yang was a little embarrassed. Even these things were dug out. It was indeed a bit of a drop in price. He didn't enter the private school. It was because of his clan, and Lu Yang was a bit too old. It was still uncertain whether the private school would accept him or not. In the meantime, even if he accepts it, if he still sits in the private school with a bunch of brats, it will definitely make Lu Yang vomit blood.

Lu Yang had no choice but to stand respectfully and remain silent.

"That's why this palace said that you are not as talented as you, and it is not too much to call you a genius!" Princess Shouyang turned to Shangguanyi with a smile: "Shangguan, do you also agree with what this palace said?"

Shangguanyi moved her small mouth, wanting to refute a few words, but when she saw Princess Shouyang's half-smiling eyes, she froze and said hastily, "Lu Yang's talent is truly astonishing, Shangguan is far behind!"

"Returning to Your Highness, Lu Yang should not be praised by His Highness. There are six arts of sages, rites, music, and royal books each have their own way. Poetry is only a part of the book. Looking at the great Confucian scholars in Dakuang, those who can write books and talk about it are also It is not entirely dependent on poetic agility, but more on tenacious perseverance!"

Princess Shouyang nodded: "What you said makes a lot of sense. Your thoughts have also made this hall understand. This hall is stuck in the third stage of Liyan Dao. Writing a hundred volumes really needs to be completely calmed down. It is only through perseverance and enduring hardship that it is possible to write a book and talk about success..."

"What Your Highness said is true!"

"Haha, that's all, I will talk about this question in the future, but what you are holding is the sword of the Yin Dynasty?!"

Princess Shouyang's eyes fell on Lu Yang's sword. She could clearly see that the sword was not a gentleman's sword, but an ancient sword from the previous dynasty. Such ancient swords were not welcomed by Confucians in the Dakuang Dynasty. Because the swords of the Yin Ruins Dynasty were too crude and simple, they were not as fine as the gentleman's swords, and they had not been refined in style, so they were not easy to use.

"Returning to Your Highness, Lu Yang is born with great strength. The Gentleman's Sword is too light to use, and the price of the Gentleman's Sword is too high. Lu Yang is a disciple of a poor family, and he really can't afford it, so he bought such a sword. Firstly, the saved money is enough to subsidize the expenses of the family for a few years, and secondly, this sword weapon, Lu Yang, can be refined with his own timeless energy, and the effect is the same, it just takes a little more effort, no matter how bad it is, it’s okay Ask the teacher to help you refine..." Lu Yang said.

"Well, filial piety is commendable. I think it will cost a lot to study in the academy in the future. This is very important. Since you are so talented, this hall wants you to write a few more poems. If you do well, this hall will reward you with red gold. You, during your stay at the academy, you don’t need to be distracted by food and clothing, so you can concentrate on your studies, how about that?" Princess Shouyang pondered for a while, and suddenly said to Lu Yang.

"Is what His Highness said true?" Lu Yang was surprised, thinking that this is a good thing that fell from the sky, and it depends on whether he can handle it.

It has long been heard that the princes and grandsons of the Great Kuang Dynasty have always been generous masters. Presumably this Princess Shouyang will also be a daughter of Zheng?

Thinking of this, Lu Yang felt that he was hit by a pie that suddenly fell from the sky, and his eyes were filled with happiness for a moment.

"Bold, Your Royal Highness speaks volumes and never lies!" Shangguanyi said lightly. It was obviously inappropriate for Lu Yang to speak like this.

"Hehe, forgive me, Your Highness, Lu Yang was a little agitated and couldn't choose what to say!" Lu Yang quickly apologized.

"It doesn't matter, this hall is clear about your character, and you won't be offended by such a small matter, not to mention that this hall has always kept its word and never talked about it, so don't worry about it!"

"Well, Lu Yang's Taoism is not high, and he hasn't had time to practice the six arts, but when it comes to poetry and prose, he is still a little conceited. Please ask your highness to write a title. How many poems do you want? Your highness will do it, and Lu Yang will do it!"

Princess Shouyang is also very interested. She actually has many intentions in doing this. First, she likes poetry very much. When she was in Yujing, she often competed with others in poetry competitions. Seeing Lu Yang's talent, she was very happy to see Liexin.The second is to buy bones with a lot of money, to show to the students in Huangzhou that they are people who cherish talents and learning, and they are not stingy with gifts. They hope that talented Confucian scholars can join them.The third is to support Lu Yang in this way, which is regarded as optimistic about Lu Yang.

On the other hand, Lu Yang's mind is much simpler.

"Composing poems is an elegant thing, how about taking the theme of Fenghuaxueyue one by one?" Princess Shouyang walked a few steps, turned her head and smiled.

"Fantasy? Haha, what a romantic, Lu Yang is more respectful than obedient!" Lu Yang saluted, laughed, and when he mentioned poetry, he felt proud.

"Well, let's take the wind as the topic first, and wait for the hall to grind the ink for you personally, and see if you can still write poems in seven steps?" Princess Shouyang laughed, waved her hand, and asked the guards to bring the best brushes, inks, papers and inkstones , The ink is a top-grade timeless ink stick. When it is finely ground on the inkstone, it will immediately turn into a rich and timeless air, which is as smooth and white as water waves.

"Big news, big news, Mr. Lu Yang from Luqiu County was recruited by His Royal Highness again, saying that he was asked to compose poems on the spot, and if he did well, he would be rewarded with red gold!" Shouting from downstairs, the whole Fengyi Building below the third floor jumped up and down like an earthquake, spreading to the street in front of Fengyi Building.

"What? That Lu Yang who bumped into the princess is going to start writing poetry again?"

"If you do a good job, you will be rewarded. If you don't do it well, you will be chopped off by the princess?"

"It's a good show again. It is estimated that Mr. Lu bumped into the princess last time, and now the princess wants to wear shoes for him..."

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, we're going to see!"

"The third floor is guarded by Habayashi guards, so I can't go up!"

"The restaurant opposite Fengyi Building also has a third floor, where you can see the excitement on the opposite side!!"

The people on the street also exploded. Gu Feng and Yu Ming who were with Lu Yang were very worried that Lu Yang would be worn by the princess, so they sat down on the third floor of Yipin Building opposite Fengyi Building, ordered a few cups of tea, and observed What is Lu Yang's situation? When these two people heard that the princess wanted to polish ink for Lu Yang, they were overjoyed and admired Lu Yang so much.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the street downstairs was full of chaos, and then a large group of people immediately rushed up to the first-grade building, rushed up to the third floor frantically, opened the windows one after another, and looked at the Fengyi Building directly opposite.

Because a Confucian scholar was too eager, he was pushed by the crazy people behind and fell from the window. He let out an earth-shattering exclamation and shocked the whole world. The Confucian scholar fell to the street with his body spread apart like a herringbone, cursing After saying a word, I stood up in shock, and thanked the great Confucian next to me.

The person upstairs immediately breathed out heavily, and then put his heart back into his stomach. It turned out that although this guy was unlucky, he was fortunately caught by a great scholar below with his righteousness, avoiding the tragedy of bloodshed .

"Please!" Princess Shouyang smiled at Lu Yang after grinding the ink.

"Your Majesty!" Lu Yang was not pretentious, full of meaningfulness, he picked up a pen and wrote on the white paper that had been laid out on the table, while reading: "I don't sleep without dawn, I hear birds singing everywhere, and the wind and rain come at night." Sound, how many flowers will fall. "

<b风吹又生。远芳侵古道，晴翠接荒城。又送王孙去，萋萋满别情。”

"No, no, although it is also a catchy poem, but the season is not right, write again..." Princess Shouyang shook her head again, obviously not satisfied.

Obviously, since reading Lu Yang's "Jian Jia and Ai Lian", the above two little poems are no longer satisfactory to Her Royal Highness, and now Her Royal Highness has become more critical of Lu Yang. <The silkworms are exhausted when they die, the wax torch turns to ashes and tears dry..."

With a wave of Lu Yang's sleeve, all the poems immediately flew up and hung in the air for the princess to read. <The silkworms are exhausted when the silkworms are dead, and the wax torch turns into ashes and tears dry before it dries... Wonderful!Is there any more? "Princess Shouyang and Shangguanyi's eyes brightened, with surprise on their faces, they just thought this poem was wonderful!"

"Haha, Your Highness has a life, so Lu Yang must write a thousand words!" Lu Yang was full of spirit, laughed loudly, walked a few steps, then turned back immediately, once again gathered enough meaningful spirit, and waved again.

"The slender clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away. Once the golden wind and the jade dew meet, they will win, but there are countless people in the world. The tenderness is like water, and the wedding is like a dream. Endure the magpie bridge and return. If the two loves last for a long time, How can it be here, day and night."

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