I have a book of salvation

Chapter 169 The Great Confucian’s Birthday Shocked Everyone

In short, the matter with the Beacon Horse Thief Group is over.

The government has no idea.

When Yang Qingfeng and the others went to Yinwuze before, they didn't see any trace of Yin soldiers crossing the border.

As for the ghost judge.

——He has always been on Jinling’s wanted list!

I just can't catch anyone, what can I do?

The days are still the same, passing day by day.

The same is true for Yu Chen in Wanjia Mausoleum.

The energy of heaven and earth in his body is always heading towards the spiritual realm. He himself sweeps the cemetery every day, goes down the mountain to listen to operas, and drinks tea. The years are quiet and leisurely.

Those hard-working corpse collectors were busy all day long, bringing the corpses to the room and telling Yu Chen all kinds of strange things in the city.

For example, the girl from Zui Chun Tower battled hundreds of people in one night, the ghost ship at the port was haunted, or there was a murder case at the Datong Martial Arts School in the city because of someone from the government...

All kinds of complexity, all kinds of human world, all can be heard.

Once the incident with the Beacon Horse Bandits was over, the entire Jinling seemed to have returned to peace.

If there really is something, it’s not like it’s nothing.

——There seems to be a big incident in Hede Academy today.

how to say?

Today is the birthday of Dean Zhao of Hede College!

Although he didn't like this kind of situation, he couldn't stand the pleading of the academy's senior officials, so he decided to do it anyway.

——Although Hede College teaches and educates people, it is such a big behemoth after all. The relationships inside are complicated, and the world of people always has to interact with the outside world.

Zhao Weixian could naturally see that it was a lie to wish him a birthday. It was true that all the big shots in Jinling wanted to take this opportunity to have their own plans!

So, it was just dawn.

Carriages drove out from various places in Jinling and headed for Hede Academy.

By three o'clock in the morning, the entrance of Hede Academy was already filled with the carriages of all the important figures in Jinling.

Either rich or noble.

Then comes the joyful part of giving gifts.

Everyone gave gifts that they thought were precious to this great scholar from Jinling.

Zhou Mu, Shenwu King, Ba Si Siming, as well as major chambers of commerce, major forces... No matter how hard the ceremony officials shouted, those rare and rare treasures from the world were also enviable.

But Dean Zhao just sat there without moving his eyes.

After the rituals of the outsiders are over, it is the rituals of the disciples in the academy.

At this time, these gifts will appear much more "elegant".

Either a calligraphy treasure, an ancient book, or simply a gorgeous article, presented to the dean.

——These disciples and disciples are all smart, and they all know what outsiders are like. If the people in the academy send those stinky things, then their teacher can crack their heads open!

Facing the gifts from these literati disciples, Dean Zhao's expression softened significantly, but his mouth was very poisonous.

Someone gave me a calligraphy treasure, but he said that if there is no water in his stomach, no matter how good the calligraphy is, he will not be able to write good things.

Someone gave him an ancient book. He asked the student who gave the gift if he could read and understand the book.

Someone wrote an article to praise it, and he even bluntly said that it is disgusting for you to write this thing.

On the other hand, those Li who concentrated on writing poems and painting, although they looked ordinary, made Dean Zhao quite like them.

Finally, it was Qing Huan's turn.

As soon as the little girl came up, there was an uproar below.

——The literati look down upon each other.

This situation is the same in any academy, even if it is Jixia in the capital.

In addition, Qing Huan was born as a handyman, but he just relied on his talent to get the guidance of Zhao Weixian, who was envied by everyone.

It's absolutely impossible for you to say that these senior brothers and sisters don't have some knots in their hearts.

Of course, it's not a malicious intention, it's just that Qing Huan's talent is not worthy of such good treatment.

"What can this girl give me?"

"Do you want to take care of it? I bet you that no matter what she gives, the dean will only be happy. Believe it or not!"

"After all, it's Wenqulinggen. It's not at the same level as the rest of us."

"Let me tell you, this Junior Sister Qinghuan is really ignorant - I heard that she goes to the grave every day and wastes time. If I had her qualifications, wouldn't I spend twelve hours a day in the library? "

"..."

There were many voices in the hall, noisy.

And those big shots also looked over.

——Hede Academy has a new seedling with Wenqu spiritual roots. They all know about it. Zhao Weixian had given him a slap in the face before for advising to accept disciples!

Now we finally see each other, but can we not see each other?

Just watch the little girl come out, take out a scroll, bow and say, "Uncle, Qing Huan, please give me a courtesy."

When everyone saw that the scroll was not a rare treasure, they knew that Qing Huan was probably like those other academy students who took poetry and painting as a gift.

As expected, I heard Qing Huan say crisply: "Qing Huan is stupid. Even though he knows that my uncle loves snow, he can't write decent poems and paintings, so he went to ask for a few poems and gave them to his uncle."

Zhao Wei listened first and raised his eyebrows.

I was thinking that Qing Huan had just arrived and no one knew either of them. Where could he go to find some poems?

But out of curiosity, he still nodded slightly and said, "Qing Huan, please read it and listen."

Qing Huan opened the scroll and started reading according to the above.

"The strong wind blows on the jade trees on both sides of the strait, and a bright moon shines on the silver sand."

The crisp sound echoed in the hall of the academy.

Zhao Weixian's originally nonchalant expression suddenly froze, and he chewed on each word: "The strong wind blowing the jade trees on both sides of the strait... a bright moon shining on the silver sand?"

Following his thought, the big figures in Jinling around him were also startled and savored it carefully.

There is no word for snow, but every word is snow!

Wonderful!

"good!"

Zhao Wei first pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "Yes, it's a good poem! Qing Huan, you have a heart! You have a heart!"

——Someone said, this is the first time he has praised so generously at this birthday banquet!

Everyone was also shocked and started talking about it.

"This poem is good! Where did you get this little girl?"

"There are some great scholars in Jinling who can write such poems, but this little girl shouldn't know them!"

"This poem is definitely the best among all the birthday poems written today!"

"..."

But just when everyone thought it was over, Qing Huan spoke again.

"Miyagi Tuan returns to the stern and bright light, and falls into pieces during the day."

As soon as this poem came out, Zhao Weixian was stunned.

besides?

All the guests were also shocked!

Come again!

But before they could react, Qing Huan seemed to have no bottleneck and started spewing out one sentence after another!

"I don't know if Tingsan will fall this morning, but I suspect that the forest flowers bloomed last night."

"Spreading salt can make the difference in the air, but it's not like catkins blowing up in the wind."

"The swirling bead curtain passes over the white wall, lighter than catkins and heavier than frost."

"..."

As he listened, Zhao Weixian's expression changed.

As a well-informed scholar, his poetry and prose can be said to be at the pinnacle!

Naturally, one can tell that Qing Huan's poetry and prose are of the highest caliber!

If it's just one or two sentences, that's it.

It's astonishing that just one "snow" can write so many superb poems and essays!

What's even more outrageous is that Zhao Weixian heard it.

Each of these poems has a completely different style. If a literati masters these several styles at the same time and is proficient in them, it can only be said to be... a monster!

Look at Zhao Weixian's expression.

These big shots in Jinling also swallowed their saliva.

They have little attainment in poetry and prose, and even Yang Wei can't hear any good or bad in them - he feels that these are not even as good as the poems he wrote when he was a child.

But looking at Zhao Weixian's expression, they knew that these poems were probably not something ordinary people could write!

But while everyone was horrified, Qing Huan seemed not to notice the change in the atmosphere at all.

Here comes another sentence.

"It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces."

At that moment, Zhao Weixian's pupils suddenly shrank!

It was like seeing the drunken immortal above the clouds, while reciting poems and composing poems, the white clouds in the sky were crushed and scattered, turning into vast snow, covering the sky and the earth!

At the same time, Qinghuan Wenqu's spiritual root stirred up the energy of heaven and earth, turning it into a sky full of wind and snow, pouring into the lobby!

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Zhao Weixian said three good words in a row!

"I originally didn't want to host this birthday banquet. I felt it was a waste of time, but now I see where the waste of time is? It's like I have received a great gift! Qinghuan, my uncle likes the poems you requested very much!"

Qing Huan also laughed heartily after hearing this and said: "Uncle, don't worry, I have one more sentence!"

After that, he listened to her chanting.

"——Suddenly, a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom."

After reading, Qing Huan collected the scroll, presented it respectfully, and then withdrew.

But at that moment, the energy of heaven and earth moved again!

In the blink of an eye, everyone saw an illusion.

One night passed, the spring breeze blew, and pear blossoms bloomed on thousands of trees!

But in the blink of an eye, I found that the endless pear blossoms were actually filled with snow!

"Wonderful!" Zhao Weixian took a deep breath and said!

"This last sentence is a stroke of genius!" Zhou Mu also sighed!

"It can be called unparalleled." This is the evaluation of King Shenwu.

"It's actually half as good as my poems." Yang Wei felt ashamed.

"..."

There was a lot of noise and discussion.

And everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Qing Huan.

"Where can this little girl... get so many superb poems? Can she even easily arouse the energy of heaven and earth?" Someone murmured. You know, for ordinary people, poems are just pretentious, but for those who practice writing, For a Qi practitioner, a superb poem is no less than a terrifying supernatural power!

"In this vast summer, I can only think of someone who can write such a huge amount of poems with snow as the theme..." Someone said without hesitation.

"Shut up! Are you crazy?" Someone immediately alerted.

But in any case, one thing that everyone is extremely curious about right now is where did this helpless Qing Huan get so many poetry classics?

Even Zhao Weixian couldn't help but have blazing flames in his eyes.

——It’s like fire when you meet your opponent in chess, like mountains and rivers!

"Qing Huan, where did you get this poem...from?"

Qing Huan did not shy away, stood up and said crisply: "Uncle Master, my disciple obtained these poems from Mingshan Mountain!"

After hearing this, everyone frowned.

Mingshan?

Which holy place for learning in Jinling is called Mingshan?

Which famous academy in Daxia is in Mingshan?

its not right!

Why haven't you heard of it?