The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

The seven hundred and twenty-eighth chapters of the four gentlemen in the flower, a blockbuster!

Tianyahaige, fifth floor!

Hearing Bu Linfeng’s bitter words, everyone was taken aback.

Plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum were called the Four Gentlemen of Flowers by the ancients, and the plum blossom is the first of the Four Gentlemen. In Confucianism, most people like to write plum.

The fifth rank fairy poem written by Linfeng was originally written about plum, and because of this poem, Bu Linfeng was appreciated by Mr. Shi Zhichang, and he finally became his eighth closed disciple.

And at this moment, in this Tianya Haige Pavilion, there is a person who is more outstanding than Bu Linfeng in writing Meimei.

But why is such an amazing person silent? !

“Zhao Feifan?! Is it here?”

Old Mr. Shi Zhichang said a name, frowning slightly.

Because he had a doubt, the poem “Plum Blossom” is not only a poem, but the handwriting is more of a dragon and snake, chic and unrestrained, with a Great Master style of calligraphy.

And the three characters “Zhao Feifan” in the pen is also considered delicate in the eyes of outsiders, but it is obviously different from the handwriting of the poem “Plum Blossom”.

On the fifth floor, everyone looked left and right, wanting to see who this Zhao Feifan was.

As for Step Linfeng, he looked at Zhao Linger with a horrified expression on his face.

He didn’t guess wrong, Zhao Ling’er walked out, blinked and looked at Mr. Shi Zhichang.

“Your name is Zhao Feifan?!”

Mr. Shi Zhichang looked stunned.

“My name is Zhao Ling’er, and Zhao Feifan is my mate!”

The three characters “Zhao Feifan” titled on the rice paper were written by Zhao Ling’er just now, which is why the handwriting is different from Bu Feifan’s handwriting.

“So, this “Plum Blossom” was made by your family mate?”

“Well, it is indeed the work of my family friend!”

Shi Zhichang was still not quite sure, but he searched the sea of ​​memory to make sure that no one had written this poem in his impression. It should be the first.

“Okay, I’m looking at it. If there is no better poem, your Xianggong should be the number one in this year’s Great Winter Festival!”

“Thank you old sir!”

Zhao Ling’er’s small face flushed with excitement, and with that dexterous appearance, many Confucian scholars almost didn’t stare at him.

As for stepping into the wind, he has a dumbfounded expression on his face.

That Zhao Feifan, actually made a poem that is at least the sixth rank immortal rank? Doesn’t it mean that his attainments are higher than his own?

“How is it possible? That disciple can write poetry? Are you kidding me!”

“And when did Bu Feifan become Zhao Feifan? Well, it should not be the same person!”

Lin Yueru stared at Zhao Linger blankly, and in the end, she could only comfort herself like this.

Old Mr. Shi Zhichang flipped the rice paper by himself, and soon, his movements solidified again.

“This song “North Wind” has a very good mood and a majestic trend. This is!”

Old Mr. Shi Zhichang looked at Lin Tiannan and smiled slightly: “Little friend Lin, you have given birth to a good girl!”

“Brother Shi, is this “North Wind” made by the little girl?!”

Lin Tiannan looked at Lin Yueru not far away in shock.

“It’s true!”

Affirmed by Mr. Shi Zhichang, Lin Yueru was extremely excited and waved her pink fist in protest at Zhao Linger. Zhao Linger just smiled in return.

Soon, the third poem came out.

“Well, this song “Snow Plum” has a far-reaching artistic conception, and the text notation is really rare. Two little friends can take a look!”

Shi Zhichang handed a piece of rice paper to Lin Tiannan, and Lin Tiannan handed it to Liu Mang after reading it.

“This “Snow Plum” is at least the sixth rank fairy poem. It’s not an exaggeration or an exaggeration!”

“Mr. Shi really taught a good student. This poem, even if I am a half-sage of Confucianism and Taoism, is difficult to make. It is really the back wave of the Yangtze River pushing the front wave!”

There was an uproar on the fifth floor.

Liu Mang said that Mr. Shi’s student, the identity of this person, is ready to be revealed.

Shi Zhichang’s eight major gated disciples, and now only Bu Linfeng is the only one in Tianyahaige.

“Congratulations, congratulations to Master Linfeng for making a new sixth rank fairy poem “Xuemei”!”

“Such an amazing talent, Master Linfeng is a role model for young Confucianists of my generation!”

Bu Linfeng was really laughing this time.

He thought about the song “Snow Plum” for three full years. He had read too many poems written by former Confucian and Taoist sages, and collected the essence before he made it. It can be said that it was a waste of energy.

Can be valued by the teacher, as expected!

Because there were too many outsiders, Shi Zhichang was not easy to show special care, but just nodded in appreciation for Bu Linfeng.

But this is enough!

Zhao Linger looked at Bu Linfeng in surprise, and Lin Yueru did the same.

The two women didn’t expect that this step Linfeng would have such talents, and it is no wonder that Shi Zhichang would be favored by Shi Zhichang.

There were more than 1,000 copies of rice paper, and the last few pages were left soon. When receiving the rice paper, Zhao Linger was afraid that he would be noticed by someone who wanted to give it up.

Therefore, she handed over one by one, and this resulted in two extraordinary poems, none of which were discovered by Shi Zhichang.

Seeing that there were only a few rice papers left, Zhao Linger was very worried.

Could it be said that “Dongxue: Farewell” was not seen by Shi Zhichang?

impossible!

The seventh-rank hymns were so praised by Shi Zhichang, how could it be possible that the 9th-rank hymns were unsuccessful?

Soon, only the last page of rice paper was left in Shi Zhichang’s hands.

Obviously, everyone on the fifth floor saw Mr. Shi Zhichang’s face, which changed a lot.

Every time he wanted to say something and stopped, Mr. Shi Zhichang finally looked at Zhao Ling’er.

“Girl Zhao Ling’er, right? Since you said that “Plum Blossom” was made by your father-in-law, Zhao Feihua, the old man dare to ask a question!”

“You say!”

Zhao Linger obediently said.

“You mate, are you also in Guangling City?”

“Yes!”

Mr. Shi Zhichang breathed a sigh of relief, and said: “Then please inform him and let your grandfather come to Tianya Haige in person. I will send a book boy to pick you up and take your husband and wife through the whole journey. What do you think?”

Zhao Linger was stunned!

She took the two poems of Bu Fei Huai this time to participate in the Great Winter Festival without telling Bu Fei Fei.

She has full confidence that her extraordinary poems can take the first place in the Great Han Festival and get the Sumeru ring of the dimension.

She wanted to give Bu Feihua a surprise, and of course it was impossible for Bu Feihua to come over at this time.

“I, I refuse!”

As soon as Zhao Linger’s voice fell, Shi Zhichang frowned, and everyone on the fifth floor consciously stayed away from Zhao Linger.

Because everyone looked at the discolored face of Mr. Shi Zhichang, and through the dialogue between him and Zhao Linger, two words appeared in their hearts.

Plagiarism!