The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 722: Mo Chou has no confidant ahead!

Even in the Xianling Island like a paradise, Zhao Linger had naturally heard of Confucianism.

The genius of the heavenly generals, with a full seven poems, which represents the poems made by Bu Feihua, is a genuine seven-class hymn.

What is the concept of the Seven-Rank Hymn? Even Cultivation Base Realm includes status. In the entire Confucianism, the five sub-sages, second only to Kong Sage, have to be pondered for a long time before they can be written.

However, he took extraordinary steps, and his exports became chapters. After a little thought, he wrote a seventh-grade hymn.

This can’t help Zhao Linger not shocked!

Of course, her shock is limited to the seven literary spirits of the heavenly generals, but she does not understand the meaning of the poem “Plum Blossom” itself.

This is like a man, handsome in appearance, handsome to the kind of inhumane, everyone compliments him on his handsomeness, but never understands his heart.

This is a kind of loneliness, a kind of loneliness!

Zhao Ling’er would only be shocked by the imaginary name of the seventh-grade hymn, but would not have any insight into the poem itself.

Many people only care about how brilliant your results are, and autonomously ignore the arduous process of your efforts.

This is sad!

A poem, not full of happiness, Bu Fei Fei took out a piece of rice paper, writing a poem!

“Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are shining, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow.

Mo Chou has no confidant in the way ahead, and no one in the world knows the king. ”

“The name of the poem “Dongxue·Farewell”!”

This poem was written in extraordinary steps and chanted by Zhao Linger.

After the chanting, Tianxin trembled, and then nine magnificent pillars of literary energy fell down like a Galaxy Cluster. The vast milky white halo enveloped the extraordinary figure, filled with a Sacred breath.

“Ninth-rank hymn! You have made a ninth-rank hymn in such a short time!”

Zhao Linger’s pupils shrank violently, her little head was already a piece of paste, her thoughts solidified, and she looked at Step Special with horror.

What is the concept of Jiupin Hymn?

The first of the five sages of Confucianism and one of Confucian Taoisms, besides Chékong Sage, the most accomplished Yanhui has only made five ninth-grade hymns in his life.

Even if it is Kong Sage, the founder of Confucianism and Taoism, there are countless poems of the Ninth Grade.

But Bu is extraordinary, in such a short period of time, he made a ninth-grade hymn.

This is no less than a magnitude ten earthquake, Zhao Linger has never understood that own Xianggong has such a talent that is unique to the past and present.

“How about, your mate is great!”

Bu Feihua looked at Zhao Ling’er with a smile, his face always as usual.

“The step is extraordinary, are you not excited at all?!”

Zhao Ling’er asked, if this is replaced by another Confucianist and made a ninth-grade hymn, it is estimated that he will be fainted with excitement.

But Bu Feihua gave Zhao Ling’er the feeling, like making a nine-grade hymn, as simple as eating and drinking.

“What’s the excitement?!”

Bu Feifan shrugged helplessly, he couldn’t experience the excitement at all.

“Boom! Bang! Bang!”

At this moment, a hurried knock on the door came, Bu Fei Fei’s sword frowned, and his murderous heart was gone.

Zhao Ling’er went to open the door, only to find that it was the person who came here.

“Brother Extraordinary, I seem to feel that there is a fluctuating style of writing. This style of writing is very special, like the style of a heavenly general. This is a vision that will only appear when the first poetry is entered. Have you noticed it?!”

Bu Linfeng’s eyes flickered. He didn’t deliberately find an excuse to approach Bu Feihua and Zhao Ling’er, but he really felt the fluctuation of the general’s temperament, which was very vast, which shocked him.

“no feelings!”

Bu Feihua looked at Bu Linfeng coldly, and was very upset that this mate disturbed himself and Zhao Ling’er.

“Perhaps I was aware of it wrong, hey, Brother Fanfa, are these two pieces of rice paper poems? Can I have a look?!”

While talking, Bu Linfeng was about to enter the door, but Bu Feihua had already been quick and quick, and put away the two rice papers.

“Sorry, my wife and I are going to rest. Brother Linfeng, please go out!”

Bu Linfeng didn’t mind, he walked in without skin and face, patted Bu Lin Feng on the shoulder, and said: “Brother Fan Fei, everyone is a Confucianist, and you all know how difficult it is to make poems that have gained a grade!”

“Don’t be discouraged, study hard, read more of our Confucian poetry dictionaries, there will always be inspiration!”

“Or you can worship my master as a teacher. I made a fifth rank fairy poem under the guidance of the master, and it was regarded as a classic by the juniors and sisters of the academy. Ay, ashamed, ashamed!”

When saying these words, Bu Linfeng bit the “fifth rank fairy poem” extremely heavily, as if it was a special reminder, Concession Feihua and Zhao Ling’er should keep this in mind.

“Brother Extraordinary, how about it? If you want to join Baihe Academy, I can intercede with the master. Now Confucianism is together, and there are men and women. You can also join our academy with Linger!”

Bu Feihua really wanted to put his fist on Bu Linfeng’s face at this moment. He looked at this man with no expression on his face, and then said, “Haha!”

Bu Linfeng’s handsome face stiffened in place, he was not smiling, nor was he not smiling, it was extremely embarrassing.

“Brother Extraordinary, the prize for the Great Winter Festival is the Dimensional Sumeru Ring. Come if you are interested in participating!”

In order to eliminate the embarrassment, Bu Linfeng left such a sentence, and walked out of Bu extraordinary room in a desperate manner.

“Dimensional Sumeru Ring?!”

Bu Feihua looked surprised, and there was a touch of longing in his star pupils.

This trace of eagerness, Zhao Linger’s invisible income.

“Are you going to the Great Winter Festival?!”

Zhao Linger asked.

Bu Fendi thought for a while, and shook his head: “No, it’s boring!”

“Can you give me these two rice papers? I want to keep them. After all, this is the first time I have seen you compose a poem with my own eyes!”

“of course!”

Bu Feifan folded the rice paper and handed it to Zhao Linger, saying: “We are a couple who have worshipped, and my things are yours. If you want to take them directly, you don’t need to ask me!”

“Um!”

Zhao Linger’s heart was as sweet as eating honey. She took two rice papers and looked at Bu Feihua and said, “I’m going out to buy something. If you are sleepy, go to sleep!”

“good!”

After watching Zhao Ling’er leave the room, Bu Fei Fei took out the green bamboo, and then gathered the literary spirit on the finger sword, like a steel needle, on the surface of the green bamboo carefully, and inscribed the holy poems with holy calligraphy.

He has no time to sleep!

After Zhao Linger left the inn, he didn’t buy anything, but went straight to Tianya Haige!

Tianyahaige, the location of the Great Han Festival in Guangling City!