Dao Fruit

roar!

The next moment, an invisible momentum surged out from Qiu Yan's body, sweeping across the entire room like a strong wind!

"Oops!" The eight-character ancient seal script and the incense burner were not checked for a moment, and were thrown out by the air wave.

boom!

An inexplicable aura rises into the sky!

There was a violent ape light and shadow rising and falling on Qiu Yan's body, as if being pulled by an invisible hand, trying to fly out of the window!

………………

In Xingjing City, the lights are twinkling and the crowds are flowing like waves.

The most prosperous place was a pavilion with a long river flowing beside it. Painted boats swam on the river, and courtesans competed for their beauty.

Many businessmen spend thousands of dollars just to win a smile from a beautiful woman.

There are also young talents who have been gathering momentum for a long time, emerging one by one, and making a splash in the competition for oiran, vowing to leave a script that can be passed down to future generations.

In the pavilions by the river, the talented men did not lag behind others. They drank wine and poems, leaving behind excellent works, which attracted the admiration of the official ladies who traveled around the lantern.

There is also a literary society that invites the deans of many academies to serve as judges.

Wen Zhizhen was also among them at this time. After drinking, he composed poems and tossed ink into paintings, which amazed everyone present. Even the masters of several major courtyards also praised him one after another.

"I didn't expect that Qiu Yan didn't come during such a grand event! It's really disappointing!"

Among the crowd, behind the low table, Qi Jiulian, who was wearing a broad robe, sat lazily, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, then slapped it on the table with a "pop" and whispered: "This Wen Zhizhen, known as He is a master of both calligraphy and painting. His paintings are indeed amazing and his calligraphy has charm, but compared with Qiu Yan, he is still far behind. He can beat me, but he is definitely not Qiu Yan's opponent!"

"Brother Qi, I'm afraid this is your excuse." Next to her, Pang Qianru picked up the wine bowl, took a swig, then patted Qi Jiulian on the shoulder and winked, "If Qiu Yan has this ability, I will definitely not let this cultural gathering go. As long as I gain fame here, I will be famous all over the world!”

"What do you know!" Qi Jiulian glanced at Pang Qianru with contempt on his face, "Do you think everyone likes to show off in a small place like the Wenhui? With Qiu Yan's temperament, he must be preparing for the exam now, Lantern Festival, Wenhui He won't take it seriously. It's like, no matter how happy the people here are, they are just a bunch of ants in the eyes of the princes! "

"Oh?" Pang Qianru looked surprised, "Do you think so highly of Qiu Yan? It's completely inconsistent with your temperament! Could it be that you are trying to cover up your failure?" As she spoke, she subconsciously turned to her side Take a look.

Next to her, Song Qian was talking with Xu Ran and Jizheng, but it could be seen that the young lady from the Jiedushi family was paying attention to Qi Jiulian's words.

A few of them came with Wen Zhizhen, which caused a bit of a sensation. However, they were all people with some determination who dared to step into this building, so they were not affected much.

Afterwards, the girls sat down to appreciate the calligraphy, and happened to see Qi Jiulian surpassing everyone in calligraphy. However, when Wen Zhizhen appeared on the stage, his skills were even better, and Qi Jiulian was defeated.

Qi Jiulian has a family background and has connections in Xingjing. He is familiar with Pang Qianru and Xu Ran. After the defeat, he came over to sit with a few people and chatted. Pang Qianru tentatively asked Qiu Yan about it, and then he came up with the above. A conversation.

"Whether I have a high opinion of Qiu Yan, you will know when you meet him," Qi Jiulian glanced at Wen Zhizhen, who was in the limelight, and then at the many women who looked fascinated, with a mocking look on his face. , "A thousand words and ten thousand words are all false before you meet him. Only when you meet him do you know that there is someone else."

"Qiu Yan is so powerful, so what if he compares to Bai Zhaoyuan?" Pang Qianru smiled slightly, intending to tease, but the next moment, her complexion suddenly changed, her flesh and blood trembled, and blood surged in her eyes. Feeling something in her heart, she turned to look out the window .

At the same time, Qi Jiulian, Song Qian, Jizheng, and several other scholars also looked out the window as if they had something to say.

Immediately afterwards, the faces of the academy masters who were sitting upright also changed slightly, and their gazes were cast out the window.

Wen Zhizhen, who was reciting poetry, paused for a moment, then continued, but looked out the window.

Outside the window, the lights illuminate the night sky.

On both sides of the river, lights were brightly lit, and cultural gatherings and lantern riddles were going on, arousing many literary thoughts.

Literary thoughts originate from human nature and are not suppressed by dragon energy. However, it is difficult for ordinary people to see it. They must have a certain level of cultivation or have a clear literary mind. When the time comes, they can feel it in their hearts and get a glimpse of it.

At this moment, the entire Xingjing was full of cultural fortunes, like boiling water in a pool, rising faintly into the sky. But suddenly, the sky was rippled, and a horse was seen galloping in the depths of the night sky.

Wherever your heart desires, your will will come.

The horse is in vain!

The billowing thoughts began to change, and were pulled forward during the pedaling of the horse's hooves. They changed layer by layer, blooming with a little elegance, and then drifted over, gathering towards the horse, turning into individual hairs, accompanying the horse, towards the horse. Attack the center of the imperial city!

Momentum is increasing!

"Someone has obtained the Yima inheritance!"

Throughout the city, many people felt something, sighed, and made their own guesses.

"The concrete form of Yima originated from Shilin. Among the people who discussed Taoism in Xingtan and entered Shilin this time, Bai Zhaoyuan is the best among them. His body is in Xingjing. Now that he has returned and brought Yima, it is not Surprising!”

"Is it possible that Yima wants to attack the imperial city?"

"It would make sense if Bai Zhaoyuan was driving this horse. This man had profound knowledge and began to be involved in people's livelihood. Taking advantage of the opportunity of returning from Shilin, he controlled Wensi at the Lantern Festival, drove the horse to attack the imperial city, shocked the dragon, and explored it. No wonder!”

shock!

The ground shook slightly, the city swayed, and an ancient thought that spanned the past and present gathered to intercept the willful horse.

This thought was vague and had no specific self, as if it was made up of grains of sand!

"It is the gathering thought of Xingjing City!"

Those who knew the secrets in the city exclaimed in their hearts.

Huh!

The thought became the wind, entangling the huge body of the willful horse and hindering its forward steps.

In the horse's body, the figure of a man in white gradually became clear. Who else could it be but Bai Zhaoyuan!

"Bai Zhaoyuan!"

In the attic, Qi Jiulian uttered this name, and then smiled bitterly: "Only he can stir up such turmoil. He is the first person in the young generation of literature and art, and he deserves it! There is no suspense in this imperial examination."

"Yes." Looking at the figure sitting cross-legged in the willful horse, Pang Qianru took a breath, the color of blood in her eyes gradually became thicker, and the strength in her body flowed. If it had not been suppressed, the blood smoke would have rushed into the sky!

In the center of the attic, Wen Zhizhen, who had just composed a poem, stood in the crowd, receiving praises one after another, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were fixed on the window, with a glimmer of eagerness in his eyes.

"Bai Zhaoyuan, if I don't come to this imperial examination, you will be lonely, and only the literary and moral competition between you and me can make this imperial examination go down in history!"

"This Bai Zhaoyuan..."

The deans sitting at the top also whispered, and they were impressed by Bai Zhaoyuan's spirit.

However, before they finished speaking, the ground under their feet shook again!

Then, a roar that only a certain group of people could hear rose to the sky!

"Huh?"

The deans were stunned for a moment, and Wen Zhizhen's smile suddenly froze on his face. As for Qi Jiulian and Pang Qianru, they cried out because of their lack of energy cultivation.

At the end of everyone's sight, in the night sky, a ferocious and violent ape appeared, faintly corresponding to Yi Ma.

"Heart monkey! First there was the will horse, then there was the heart monkey. Could it be that Bai Zhaoyuan subdued them all?"

"No, the aura of this heart monkey is very different from the will horse. It is not the thought of one person!"

"If it is not Bai Zhaoyuan, who else could it be?"

The many deans could not help but talk.

"The will horse appeared and led the heart monkey. This person is actually in Xingjing. I don't know who he is."

Amid the discussion, a light and shadow also appeared in the heart monkey. It was a strange scholar. None of the deans recognized him.

At the same time, Qi Jiulian, Pang Qianru, Song Qian and Ji Zheng, as well as Wen Zhizhen, suddenly widened their eyes.

"This person..."

"Qiu Yan!"

Qi Jiulian and Song Qian exclaimed in a low voice, which was naturally heard by Pang Qianru.

"He is Qiu Yan!?" The latter looked surprised.

"Sister, have you seen Qiu Yan?" Song Qian heard a little taste from the words.

"Yes..." Pang Qianru hadn't recovered from her surprise yet, and a scene had already appeared in her memory. She had learned the family martial arts, and her blood and qi were huge. Her memory was also far better than others. Even if she accidentally saw him, she could recall clearly in a short time.

That day, Pang Qianru had seen Qiu Yan once in the Cangshu Inn. She didn't pay attention to him at that time, but she remembered his dress and appearance in her heart. When she saw the figure emerging in her heart, the memory fragments came to her mind, making her heart complicated.

The same feeling also appeared in Wen Zhizhen's heart. He was smart since he was a child and had a photographic memory. He also remembered Qiu Yan's appearance, but he didn't take it to heart that day.

It was this unintentional contempt that brought shock at the moment!

However, before the two of them could calm down their thoughts, a huge dragon claw suddenly stretched out from the depths of the night sky, grabbing down overwhelmingly, landing on the Yima and Xinyuan. The thoughts in the claws shook, and the wind raged, crushing the two behemoths!

The two objects shattered and turned into strands of thoughts, falling towards two places in the city. The figures of the scholar in the mind and the heart also disappeared. This was a thought scene similar to a mirage, not a physical entity.

"Dragon Qi Suppression!"

Seeing this scene, everyone who felt something in their hearts did not feel unfamiliar.

………………

"Heart and heart, Bai Zhaoyuan, Qiu Yan, one is a hero I have long admired, and the other is a rising star I have only recently noticed. Now it seems that they are not ordinary people. This discussion at the Xingtan is a tempering and baptism for the two of them!"

In the Hanlin Academy, a man stood in the shadows, looked up, spoke softly, and then turned inside.

At the same time.

Outside the city, on the road, an old man wearing a loose robe and a braid on his head was looking up at the starry sky, watching the dragon claws gradually dissipate.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind——

"Ma Yi Dao Zun, you shouldn't have come to Xingjing." (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!)