The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 85 “Quiet Night Thoughts”, with moonlight in front of the bed!

“It seems that Brother Bu is already confident!”

Seeing this, Kong Xueli couldn’t help but eyes reveal the strange light, praised.

Immediately, he also pulled out his “little theme” from the red box——

“reunion!”

“It is the simplest theme to write reunion in the bright moon… It seems that the husband has good luck!”

Song Niang looked at the word’Reunion’ on the note in Kong Xueli’s hand and couldn’t help laughing.

Kong Xueli shook his head and said, “The theme is easy, but it is harder to write good poems and words…”

“Songniang believes in you…”

Song Niang smiled sweetly and stared at Kong Xueli softly.

“Song Niang…” Kong Xueli shouted emotionally with a warm heart.

“Ahem…”

Upon seeing this, Bu Fei Jing rolled his eyes and coughed.

Special, is it good to sprinkle dog food with sauce? !

“Brother Concession laughed!”

Kong Xueli reacted and smiled awkwardly.

Songniang blushed even more shame.

“Yes…”

At this moment, a scholar suddenly yelled and left the wine table happily. He walked to the side of the table with rows of pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He couldn’t wait to take a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Then he picked up his pen and dipped the ink quickly Wrote it.

Obviously, there was a thought, and there was a poem.

Soon, a five-character poem was written in his pen.

However, it is a pity that the scholar wrote the entire poem, and there is no vision vacated. Obviously, this is just a poor poem.

At the moment, the scholar seemed very frustrated.

Immediately afterwards, several more scholars got their thoughts, and one after another, they walked to the side of the desk with many pens, inks, papers and inkstones on both sides, which were arranged like a long dragon. They each took pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to write eagerly. Up.

However, none of the poems written by these scholars had a vision. Obviously, none of the poems they wrote had ever been recognized by the ‘Tai Xue Dao’ in the dark!

Then, one after another, all the scholars present slowly got their hands-on drafts, went to the desks on both sides one after another, took pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and wrote according to the ‘themes’ they picked.

For a while, the scene slowly became a little quieter, and everyone at the wine table looked at the scholars who were standing at the desks on both sides, writing eagerly, with a hint of curiosity and interest in their eyes.

It seems that we are all looking forward to the appearance of the first poem to be entered, and it seems to be curious who will write the poem first!

boom!

I don’t know how long it has passed, a scholar in Jinyi just wrote the first sentence.

A white light immediately jumped out of his paper, flying in the air to evolve a vision.

Although this vision is rather vague, it also means that if the poem by the scholar Jin Yi is not written later, it will definitely be a poem to be finished!

However, if the scholar in Jinyi breaks down the following verse, then this vision will also collapse and become a poetry of incompetence.

After all, to enter a poem, it is necessary for the content and artistic conception of all the verses of a poem to be recognized by the Taixue Tao. If only one or two sentences can be recognized by the Taixue Tao, the evolutionary vision, However, the latter was written too poorly and could not be recognized by’Too Xuedao’. After all, this whole poem could not really become the poem of the grade!

“Is the first poem about to appear?!”

“I hope he won’t write Beng later, otherwise it would be a pity!”

“That’s the son of General Yang’s family, really Bufan!”

“Young Master Yang has also made many second-rank poems, but unfortunately, he has not been able to make third-rank poems, so that he has not yet entered Taoism to become Confucianism!”

“I wonder if I can make a third rank poem in one fell swoop this time, enter the Tao…”

“…”

For a while, everyone’s eyes were tightly on Young Master Jin Yi.

Even the scholars who were struggling to write around Master Jinyi stopped writing and looked at him one after another.

The eyes of these people looking at Young Master Jin Yi revealed a look of jealousy, anger, or envy!

“The first poem is about to appear!”

“This is a good one. It won’t take long for you to enter Taoism and become a Confucianist!”

“…”

On the high platform, Liu Shifeng and others also looked at Young Master Jin Yi and nodded in satisfaction.

For a time, the young man in Jinyi was like a star holding the moon, bright and dazzling.

boom!

However, just as the second sentence of Young Master Jin Yi wrote, on the other side, a white light flew out of a Confucianist’s ‘child’s living environment’, and the sky evolved into a vision.

Suddenly, it attracted the attention of many people——

“Look, there is also a vision over there!”

“Another poem that may be included in the product is about to be born?!”

“That’s the Prince of the Royal Palace, self-taught, he was absorbed into the school by the Imperial College of Yu State not long after he entered Taoism!”

“…

“Buzz…”

Soon, under the gaze of everyone, Young Master Jin Yi wrote his poem.

Suddenly, two “Echoes of Confucian rhyme” rang out in the void, and then two bleak literary spirits fell from the horizon and sank into Young Master Jinyi.

However, before the Jinyi Master Wen Palace was opened, these two small cultural qi could not enter the Wen Palace. Therefore, these two cultural qi only stayed in the Jinyi Master for a while, and then turned into strands of strength and dissipated.

And most of this literary energy is floating in the air, and only a small part of it is integrated into the body of Young Master Jin Yi, moisturizing his body, and achieving some physical fitness functions!

“Ugh…”

Young Master Jin Yi smiled bitterly when he saw this.

After all, it was still one step away.

“Unfortunately, I still failed to reach the third rank!”

“Although he failed to reach the third rank, he was also in the rank, and it was the first poem to be entered in this literary meeting. This is enough for Young Master Yang to become famous in Shouyang City!”

“indeed!”

“…”

The audience sighed.

“Buzz…”

In the next second, the Confucianist on the other side also finished his poem.

Immediately, the Confucian rhyme reverberated in the void again, also twice.

This Huo Ran is just a “second rank poem”!

Seeing this, everyone sighed and admired again.

Next, with these two people at the beginning, soon, several scholars and Confucian scholars wrote poems.

However, most of them are in the second rank, and only a talented Confucian scholar of the “Xiu Talent Realm” has made a poem that can reach the third rank!

“Brother Bu, have you thought about the draft?!”

A quarter of an hour later, in the corner, Kong Xueli looked at Bu Feihua, and suddenly asked.

“Forget it!”

Bu Feifan nodded slightly and said with a chuckle.

“Brother Kong is great!

Kong Xueli smiled slightly and turned to say, “It just so happens that Kong also has a draft, why don’t you go to get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone together and write the poem?!”

“good!”

Bu Feihua nodded, and walked to the desk on the left together with Kong Xueli.

At this time, most of the people present had already written their own poems, so there were many desks left and right.

Soon, Bu Feifan and Kong Xueli each went straight to find an empty desk, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, began to pick up the pen and dip the ink, put the pen on the paper, and started writing!

“Quiet Night Thinking”!

Standing next to the desk, Bu Fei Fei raised his pen and dropped the paper, and without hesitation, he mentioned a poem title.

Immediately afterwards, the ink pen in his hand was like a dragon and phoenix dancing, and quickly wrote the first verse——

“Before the bed…bright moonlight!!”

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