I Turned Out To Be a Peerless Expert

Ancient sages in the stone forest.

　　The stone tablets all over the sky have been suspended, and countless famous articles seem to be welcoming the vast river of literature.

At the end of the sheep intestine path, on the large cauldron in front of the palace, the three sticks of incense were originally like a candle in the wind, and they looked like they were about to go out.

　　 But the immense river flows back down.

　　 The big tripod is like a bottomless vortex, greedily inhaling the literary energy into it, and then the surface of the joss stick is lit with golden patterns, climbing up the incense head that is about to extinguish, and gradually becomes the essence.

　　 In just a few breaths, the incense candle skyrocketed by nine inches.

　　 Four Seasons Road, now it can no longer be called the Four Seasons Road, there are more pavilions on it, floating clouds and spiritual springs, just like a fairy house.

　　 After the incense was at its peak, a scholar walked out of the hall.

　　 This person's appearance is not handsome. The plain robe on his body has been washed and turned white, and his hair is inserted with a wattle. It feels very clean.

　　His eyes are very clear, and there is a flash of light.

　　 looked at the distance thoughtfully, and he walked down the intestinal path.

　　 "This poem should be my teacher."

　　 The voice seemed to drift by the wind.

　　 In the small broken temple.

　　 "Pattern—"

　　 The half of the pear that Cao Tu hadn't finished eating fell on the ground.

　　 His breathing was difficult, because Li Xuan's poem was not finished yet.

　　 "It's sloppy."

　　 Cao Tu also muttered to himself.

　　Who would want to get this special, let this kid fill the stone tablet with the town country poem, really fill it?

　　 Just fill it in, in the end the stone tablet is not enough for him to write...

　　 Is this still a person?

　　 Nima is outrageous.

　　 "Grandpa Cao, Mr. is almost finished writing..."

　　 Su Lingyin reminded in a low voice.

"Ok......"

　　 Cao Tian nodded, and brought two more stone tablets back from the outside, and he erased the Zhenguo poem on it and placed it next to Li Xuan.

　　 Poor these two poems, but because of Li Xuan's unfinished chapter, they were sacrificed to heaven...

　　 The stone tablet that has just arrived was soon written with new poems.

　　"

　　 When I want to go, I am generous with tears.

　　 sighed that you were superbly talented, and marked the best.

　　Open the feast to introduce the ancestral account to comfort this far-reaching expedition.

　　 The pommel horse is like floating clouds, send Yu Li to ride the pavilion.

　　 The song clock does not fulfill the meaning, the white sunset Kunming.

　　 To Youzhou in October, Ge Yunruo Luoxing.

　　 The king abandoned the North Sea, sweeping the floor and borrowing the whale.

　　 Breathing and walking across the rivers, Yan Ran can destroy it.

　　........"

　　 The faster he moves, the more dazzling the Wenquxing star guards his head, it almost becomes a cloud of star fog.

　　 "This poem is not a town."

　　 Tears flickered in Cao Tian's eyes.

　　 He said with emotion: "With poems shining through the ages, from now on, a bright and brilliant chapter will hang on the heads of people below the sky.

　　 This poem is passed down through the ages. "

　　 This poem not only surpasses the Four Seasons Road, it even takes it to a new height.

　　 The gaze he looked at Li Xuan was no longer a junior.

　　 is true equal treatment.

　　 How can someone write this kind of poem without the slightest literary spirit?

　　 Can mortals be treasured to the heavens?

　　 It is clearly written that a celestial monster descends to the earth and has experienced the story of red dust in the world, and even some plans and layouts are hidden.

　　 Wenquxing projection has been brought...

　　 There was a drop of old tears in the corner of Cao Tian's eyes, and there was no idea how much bitterness and excitement it contained.

　　Long days in the sky, there are still deceased people who remember the things of the year, how is this not an exciting thing for the people of the year.

　　 "Tuya, what did you say before?"

　　 Cao Tian suddenly turned his head and coughed lightly: "Stupid brother, you seem to say...you want to give up your position..."

　　 "Is there such a thing?"

　　 Cao Tu also stiffened for a moment, then just pretended to have amnesia, "You are getting older, have you remembered wrong?"

　　 He turned his head and just saw Cao Tian "black face".

　　 "Puff!"

　　 Cao Tu also spouted a sip of tea, his old face turned red because of his suffocation.

"what's happenin?"

　　 "Nothing, nothing wrong..."

　　 At this time, footsteps came from the gate of the small temple.

　　 The two elders stopped the quarrel and looked at them together.

"long time no see."

　　 Before the door, Supao Confucian said hello with a smile, and said, "After so many years, you two are still the same."

　　 As he said, he turned his gaze to Li Xuan, who was struggling to write a book, and his stature was wanton.

　　 The scholars were filled with emotion, and waited quietly with his hands folded.

　　 At this time, the stars in the sky have already flourished to the extreme, shrinking as if the extremes of things are bound to be reversed, some kind of force restrains them and pulls them back.

　　 But Wenquxing seemed unwilling to dissipate. Suddenly, a place bulged out, like a big egg lays a small egg "spitting out" a cluster of stars.

　　 That little star shrank to the size of a firefly. He flew a few times around Li Xuan's head, and quickly disappeared into his body.

　　 Everything is calm.

　　 Cao Tian sighed under his hand.

　　 After all, it was not time yet, but this turning point had already appeared, and it was the young man in front of him.

　　 The three saints gathered together, no need to say more, the mystery that flashed in my eyes had already exchanged all the information.

　　 I am afraid that this young man has a terrifying origin and is even longer than their existence. Maybe he could vaguely see his handwriting back then, and even exist that spans a long river of time.

　　" Ninety-six sages, floating clouds with empty names.

　　 Heaven and earth gamble, fail to forget the war. "

　　 This poem writer is not just writing poems, but self-reported to show his identity.

　　 There are indeed ninety-six saints in the world today, but...

　　 Not them.

　　 Those saints are not in the right position, but they have no titles, but they are really thieves.

　　 In that calamity, Wen Quxing's imprisonment was just a microcosm of it. Among them, the fallen saints and the dead immortals were countless, which can be called the tribulation of heaven and earth.

　　 Even the Jedi Tiantong is a legacy from that time.

　　This is to tell them that this catastrophe is still in mind.

　　 The thoughts of the three Confucianism and Taoism sages, I sincerely admire Li Xuan's back.

　　 They chose to retreat, and the will that has never been obliterated for thousands of years is still in the ancient sage stone forest. Isn't this unreasonable?

　　 Nowadays, although Wenquxing has not been completely liberated, he has escaped a bit of aura because of this poem and was taken away by his husband. This shows that this man is preparing for the revitalization of Confucianism and Taoism.

　　 Such a layout will definitely change the world!

　　 Li Xuan finished writing.

　　 turned his head and stunned, then smiled freely and said: "This is the poor scholar you are talking about? It's really here."

　　 "In the Lower Tang Hanjin, I will pay a visit to the half-teacher."

　　 The Supao Confucian student was convinced and moved towards Li Xuan Zuoyi.

　　 After he said this, the entire stone forest of ancient sages seemed to be blown by the breeze, acknowledging Li Xuan's identity.

　　The teacher of the sages!

　　 Su Lingyin has a small mouth, her brain is a little down.

　　 It turns out that the husband is not the friend of Gu Shengxian, but the master...

　　 Little dizzy stars appeared in her eyes, and she was top-heavy.

　　 These ordinary old men, Confucian scholars, can be called the ancestors of the Yan Kingdom. Isn’t that the master of the ancestors...

　　 "It's just a few poems, I didn't expect to really call you out."

　　 Li Xuan came to the table and sat down. He glanced at Supao Confucian suspiciously, and said, "But you are here after all, that's fine."

　　 Hmm... Are Confucianism methods so magical?

　　 said that the poem appeared after writing, and it came out with a swish?

　　 No, I must cultivate Confucianism.

　　 He did not refuse to be respected as a half-teacher. After all, these poems are all quatrains of the ages, and eight poems were sent out at once. What happened to them being respectful.

　　 It is said that poetry is still very meaningful to Confucianism, so it is better to mention it implicitly.

　　 "Old Tang, after reading these poems, have you improved your Confucianism and Taoism?"

　　 Li Xuan asked with a smile.

　　 is a pun, pointing out that these poems were written by myself, and at the same time I asked the other person about his Confucianism and Taoism.

　　 It's a genius to pay back my mother.

　　 "Half-teacher's poem, the true meaning of the poem is known."

　　 Tang Hanjin stood up earnestly, and said, "Mr.'s poem, I broaden my path by 30%, and even point out the direction for the future, and I will use it for a lifetime."

"That's good."

　　 Li Xuan nodded.

　　 Get it done.

　　 This poor scholar, Tang Hanjin, is a person who knows his gratitude and repays him, so I will tell you later, you can ask him about the opening of the Wen Palace.

　　 But speaking now, it's kind of a hint of repaying kindness.

　　 "You just came here."

　　 Li Xuan pondered for a moment, then said: "It happens that the two old men are also there. Why don't we come to play a game? I asked you to come for this originally."

　　 "Game?"

　　 Tang Hanjin was shocked.

　　 The two Cao brothers looked at each other.

　　 Then the three of them solemnly agreed.

　　 This game, can it be a normal game? To really think so, it would be too superficial.

　　 With heaven and earth as the chessboard, this game may have profound meaning.

　　 "This game is called Mahjong."

　　 Li Xuan smiled unpredictably.

　　 As the saying goes, there is no one circle of Mahjong that cannot be solved. If there is, then two circles.

　　 "Mahjong?"

　　 Tang Hanjin was taken aback.

　　...

　　 Ji Xiao riding a white horse set foot on the Four Seasons Ancient Road.

　　 Horseshoe da da da da da da da da da, he is in a very bright mood.

　　 Ah, we are about to reach the pinnacle of life.

　　 Father is really exhaustive, knowing that the royal antiques, the ancient sages in the stone forest are not so easy to enter, the "Excerpts from Confucianism", I thought it was for me to memorize for reference, but I didn't expect it to have such a miraculous effect.

　　 From now on, I have to listen to my father.

　　 How about letting my father propose to the royal family when I go back? With my credit for writing the poems of the town, it is hard for King Yan to refuse, right?

　　 Ji Xiao stepped on the Four Seasons Road, and stopped vigilantly.

　　 suddenly felt warm in my chest.

　　 took a look, it was the stone carving in the food box.

　　 The stone carvings hang in the air, pointing to the east.

　　 "Is this showing me the way?"

　　 Ji Xiao was overjoyed and hurriedly rode through the woods.

　　 In the middle of the journey, he encountered a lot of dangers, all of which were transformed by poetry and prose, but they were all blocked by the halo of the stone carvings.

　　 The light gray text in it is unbreakable.

　　 "Every decision made by my father ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is so far-sighted, it seems that it is difficult for me to comprehend in this life."

　　 Ji Xiao was happy, but she couldn't help feeling.

　　 He never knew what Ji Lang was thinking.

　　 Father is a deep-minded planner and the most calm chess player.

　　 Not long after, a small temple appeared in front of it.

　　 There seems to be someone talking inside.

　　 "The power that can live in seclusion in the stone forest of ancient sages?!"

　　 Ji Xiao raised her eyebrows with joy.

　　 If you get the guidance of this, even a few words will be enough for him to use it for life.

　　 Naturally, he saw the words in front of the door.

　　 "Whoever can keep the engraved works can enter the temple."

　　 This is the place where the ancient sages carved the town's national poems in the stone forest.

　　 Ji Xiao knew that if it weren't for stone carvings to guide the way, he wouldn't find a place.

　　 So, he picked up the stone carving logically and wrote the "Xia Ke Xing" which was already familiar to his heart.

　　 The stone stele floated up suddenly, spinning round and round into the temple.

　　 The temple door opens.

　　 In front of a stone table.

　　 There are five people sitting.

　　 A handsome young man is holding a block of stone tablets used to write the town's national poems, polished to the size of a half finger, and carved a beautiful chicken on it.

　　 then talked about certain rules of the game endlessly.

　　 Su Lingyin took a small notebook and wrote it next to her.

　　 Two old men, a scholar, listened earnestly, as if listening to the main road.

　　 Ji Xiao was stunned.

　　 What is the situation? ?