I Turned Out To Be a Peerless Expert

Yandu inner city.

A few gloomy aura suddenly flashed in the ancestral hall, as if preventing something from breaking out.

With a "tear" sound.

The obscure aura dissipated, and a Confucian student dressed in a plain robe stepped out of the door. He looked ordinary, as if he was just an ordinary scholar in a remote town.

But from the moment he came out of the door, the heaven and the earth seemed to be shrouded by an incomparably peaceful, yet extremely powerful power.

The artistic conception is moving, as if taking roots and sprouts in people's hearts, moisturizing things silently.

"Xiao Su, you look a lot older."

Tang Hanjin said to the old man in front of the door.

He opened his mouth quietly.

"Tang... Master Tang."

The gray-robed old man who was guarding the door stepped forward with excitement, tears in his eyes.

Everyone in the city was still discussing whether the appearance of Wen Quxing might have anything to do with Ji Xiao. At this time, they were shocked when they saw Tang Hanjin coming out.

Who is this?

Was there anyone else in the Stone Forest of Ancient Sages?

The old man whom he worshipped is a Confucianist and Taoist first-grade Wenzong, who can be called a teacher by him, and his surname is Tang...

The readers lost their voices for an instant, and an uncontrollable surprise spread in their chests.

From the princes to the general public, who do not know the poets of the Four Seasons in the Yan Kingdom?

This kind of character, who only appears in books, suddenly appears in front of you alive, which is a feeling of being at a loss and indescribable.

They are now, as if suddenly one day, you are reading a Tang poem, and suddenly you find Li Bai standing in front of you.

But in short, everyone is very excited.

"Shijun?"

In Wenyuan Building, the officials all stood up.

They know better than ordinary people what the appearance of Shijun means.

This can also explain why there was a strange phase in the sky before, and the appearance of such a vast literary spirit has caused the Wenquxing star to shine in the sky that has not been seen for a thousand years.

Then there is only one possibility.

There are poems and essays forever!

Therefore, only the very high personality of the poetic monarch can leave the stone forest of ancient sages and come to Yandu.

Seeing the young man mentioned by Shijun, the Ji Party officials present suddenly turned pale.

In the hearts of all the public, they all looked like Ming Jing. What level of Ji Xiao didn't know? Whether he wrote the poem or not, ordinary people may be deceived, but they know it well.

The reason for this is to believe in Ji Lang's handwriting.

But the appearance of Shijun obviously exceeded everyone's expectations.

Countless eyes looked at the first seat of Wenyuan Tower with surprise, surprise, incomprehension, and even pleasure.

The old man who hasn't spoken since he came in.

Ji Lang.

The red-robed old man still kept his head down, making people wonder what he was thinking in his heart. This is how he was. No matter what happened, he was still sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.

But now, this posture can no longer serve as a pin for the party feathers, and all Ji party officials panicked.

That is the poet of the four seasons, the ancient sage!

When people wrote the name of the poem and passed it through the ages, the semi-sages of the Zhou Dynasty didn't know where to play the eggs. Ji Lang looked like a beautiful scenery, Yan Guozheng, second-ranked scholar.

But the status is still not one level.

For so many years, the right phase has changed, but there has never been someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the poet in poetry. Even if the Zhou Dynasty is taken out as a semi-sage, from the perspective of the name, it is beyond the reach.

The three words Tang Hanjin are the name of the poem.

........

Inside the Lotus Heart Building.

At this time, this world-famous fireworks site should be the most joyous, but now it is deadly silent.

Because at this time, all the monsters seen and heard here.

There is a pile of bones in the lobby.

All the deaths were miserable and withered. The originally beautiful girls and romantic scholars lay here. Even some of the rich and powerful did not escape, as if the guards he brought were treated as rubbish. Throw it there.

On the fence, on the wine table, where you can see, there are foxes of different colors squatting.

"Hehe, that young man is so handsome, he will become him."

"You are a saucy fox, that's a man, you have to have a brother become a woman if you change him."

"It's okay, I just like this."

A group of foxes were chatting, their shrill voices echoed in the hall, but they couldn't get out.

The outside is covered by a layer of greasy black light. If there is a hapless person passing by, you can still see singing and dancing inside...

"Children, have all the energy been sucked out?"

A hoarse voice came from the shopkeeper's room in Lianxinlou.

Through the window paper, it seemed as if several dark shadows danced wildly among them, and finally merged into one place, restoring peace.

"Squeak—"

The door opened, and a young woman with a peony print on her brow came out.

People who often come to Lianxinlou can recognize that this is the shopkeeper of this place. In the early years, he was a famous prostitute who was famous for Yan Guofang, and he was also a master of music.

I heard that she has recently reached the old Zhuhuang grade, but at this time she seems to have regained her youth, with a beautiful face.

"Master Tu Shan, I have heard Peony's singing. If you want to be more beautiful, you have to change your voice." A rather handsome scholar next to him said.

There was also a demonic aura on his face.

"How about this."

The peony transformed by Tu Shanjun said another word, and when he looked back and smiled, he was full of charm and amorous feelings, not only with form, but also with spirit.

"You are also proficient in temperament, so it is like a peony in the world."

The handsome man bowed his hands in a sincere heart.

"Peony is alive?"

Peony's slender eyes flashed a bit fiercely.

"Yes... is far more than! Peony, a cheap prostitute, how can you be like Mr. Tu Shan in case."

The scholar knelt on the ground in a panic.

"Find the body quickly."

Peony ignored him and shouted at the bottom.

Immediately, the nine tails opened, as if shielding the sunlight from outside.

Suddenly the blood-like viscous spirit lighted up on the ground, and the fierce and complicated formation was slowly outlined on the ground, and one glance made people vomit blood.

In the place of formation, the surging halo seemed to have turned into a pool of blood, swallowing all the miserable bodies in the lobby.

Suddenly, a group of demons danced wildly below, and the demon wind swept across.

"Hehe, don't grab it with me."

"Isn't it beautiful that we share a body?"

"It turned out to be this way of being a human..."

The foxes jumped in and caused a riot.

Not long after, all the red-eyed people crawled out of the pool, as if the gate of the underworld opened, and Hyakki Ye walked.

"Gluck..."

Peony looked into the distance with a deep gaze, and suddenly smiled charmingly: "Even Sijun Shijun has come out, Ji Lang, you may also miscalculate.

In this way, you will never retreat, you can only be with our three tribes...

Tu Jinyandu! "

........

Tang Hanjin turned around, his gaze swept over as if time had frozen at this moment.

His eyes finally stopped at Wenyuan Tower.

The extremely magnificent voice spread everywhere:

"Today, a scandal happened in the literary world of our country.

Ji Xiao, the son of Ji Lang, was ashamed of my literary style and deceived the world. He passed partial tests through other people's poems and entered the ancient sage stone forest to commit crimes. Abandoned the literary palace to try to emulate you.

Ji Lang indulged his children and even added to the flames, vainly trying to shake the foundation of poems, until you start, generations to come will not be allowed to write poems! "

‘I really didn’t commit the crime...’

Ji Xiao laughed miserably, but didn't bother to argue anymore.

One is because he can't speak, and no one can refute the words of the sage Chrysostom.

Of course, the most important thing is that his heart is dead and he doesn't want to argue.

Ji Xiao was not that stupid. Even now, he knew that he was just his father's abandoned son. His only function was to be thrown out and burned, and to assassinate the extraordinary Mr. Li.

Even he was deceived by concealing the truth.

Tang Hanjin, the poet of the four seasons, should not have been within his father's calculations, so the assassination failed.

But failure and success... it doesn't matter to him, it's nothing more than the difference between death and life.

Everyone was still in a daze, and felt a radiant force pressing on the top of their heads.

Ji Langyun's breezy figure was instantly smashed three feet lower, and his ruddy complexion suddenly turned pale, turning from a childlike face of a crane into a dead end.

It seemed that something had been pulled away from his body.

The officials on the court suddenly broke into cold sweat.

This is the sage, and this is the sage power of the four seasons poetry monarchs. Just a single thought can mobilize the great power of heaven and earth. It is even more terrifying than the half-sage imprisoning Chen Zhengyang.

And this punishment is too terrible.

Generations of generations are not allowed to write poems...

In the future, Ji Lang's tribe will disappear in the literary world, and it is of course possible to write the classics, but the status of that kind of thing in the literary world will not be compared to poetry after all.

There has never been a literati who won a place in the literary world because of his poor scriptures and compiling classics.

After all, the current Scripture...

"Ugh......"

After doing this, Tang Hanjin put his hands on his back and looked at Yandu, a familiar and unfamiliar city in the distance.

A few hints of worry flashed in his eyes.

It's a pity that he can't stay longer, this is the limit he can do.

A ray of thoughts can't control the general situation after all, and he is not like a gentleman, who can hide himself in the shadow with the light and dust.

He is now as dazzling as the only bonfire in the deep forest at night.

However, fortunately there is a sir!

"Xiao Su, when we are away, Yan Guo has bothered you."

Tang Hanjin returned to Shilin.

Except for this sentence, I didn't take away a cloud when I left.

..........

"Does your head hurt?"

Li Xuan turned around and coughed slightly, "That little gadget can't hurt me. Don't do this next time. You have to believe that I can solve it, you know?"

"Ok......"

Su Lingyin held her head and spit out the tip of her small tongue gently.

Her fake beard is crooked, and her small appearance is fresh and cute.

"Well... next time you really want to push, just change the direction."

Li Xuan sighed, stretched out his hand to straighten the moustache at the corner of her mouth, squeezed her Qiong nose, and said: "I thought you pushed me out to prevent disasters. I didn't save people by pushing it out. Just hit my chest , I hit my head in two steps."

"You... isn't it all right."

Su Lingyin lowered her head and UU read www.uukanshu.com in an attempt to pass the test.

"Sir, your thing...can you hand it over to me?"

Cao Tian was full of excitement, and his hands trembled slightly.

"Uncle Cao, you have a problem..." Li Xuan's heart stunned, only to realize that the uncle was talking about the stone carvings in his hand, and he was relieved immediately.

"What's so good about this stuff."

Li Xuan said, handing out the stone inscription.

PS: Get up and sit in front of the computer, sniffing and finishing the code.

The plot is actually in the mind, and it will become more and more attractive as it unfolds, but more and more things are involved, and it will become a lot more complicated to write.

Li Xuan hasn't been at home all the time to pretend to be remote. In addition to being behind the scenes, he should also be an entry.

The idea is good, but I often lose my hair when I write.

For the sake of hair, this is a recommended monthly pass...