Into Xuancheng Xianxian, From Not Being A Son-In-Law

"Father, why are you here?"

He Xiao shouted out his identity as a thin Confucian scholar.

He Qishi's easy-going smile was like a warm spring breeze: "I have half a day's leisure in Fusheng, so let's take a look."

Everyone was a little surprised. They didn't expect that this thin Confucian scholar turned out to be a senior student in Youlu Academy, not to mention that He Zhen, a burly man, and his father were so thin, he even looked a little weak.

Of course, they also know that this is just an appearance.

No matter how you think about it, it is impossible for the senior student of Youlu Academy to be a weak scholar with no strength to restrain a chicken.

Chen Xianhu had met this good friend's father who was a college student before, so he was much calmer than the others. He cupped his hands and smiled and said, "Mr. He Da is so elegant."

"It's not that I have a taste for elegance, it's thanks to Xu Zhenren who helped me steal this half-day leisure."

He Qishi shook his head, his clear eyes swept over Chen Xianhu and the others, and landed on Xu Nian.

He nodded slightly in greeting.

Thanks to me?

Xu Nian thought about it, and thought that it could only have something to do with Yuanzhen, after all he had done nothing else in this academy.

He Qishi then continued the previous topic, and said with a smile: "Just now I saw Master Xu talking about poetry, I wonder if there is any elegance in composing a poem?"

Xu Nian was stunned. It was a comment just now, how could it suddenly become a poem?

The difficulty has become even greater.

He shook his head, but still said sincerely: "Mr. He Da, I really don't understand poetry."

Except for writing a composition in the Chinese language test, it is all about poetry.

What poetry can he do?

It's hard to make a fool of yourself and come up with a piece of shit that doesn't make any sense.

He Qishi smiled slightly: "It's okay if you don't, as I said just now, poetry is to express your mood."

"To be honest, for every ten poems published in this autumn test, there will be six or seven poems similar to Artistic Conception. No matter how delicate the mediocre confrontation is, I will get tired of reading too much. I want to hear some different poems now."

"Even if a real person expresses his mood as a poem, I will write for a real person... Well, if a real person doesn't dislike it, I have a little research on poetry, and I can be a real person."

Well a little research there.

The masters of Youlu Academy are only considered to have a little research, so how many scholars in this world can be called Mastery poetry?

Besides, Mr. He Da wrote the pen.

This is not just how much gold and silver his calligraphy attainments are worth.

Different practice systems have their own magic. The qi and blood of martial arts can shake mountains and rivers, the spirit power of Taoism can move the world, and the awe-inspiring energy cultivated by Confucian scholars can be expressed in mouth or on paper, and can turn poems and songs into artistic The mystical power of Conception.

As a master of Youlu Academy, He Qishi is one of the top Confucian practitioners in the world, so he is naturally a leader in using this kind of power.

Every word and sentence, the words can be followed by the law, one stroke and one stroke, the painting is a prison.

Xu Nian is no longer an ignorant boy in Hezhu Village. His understanding of spiritual practice is no longer at the stage of half-knowledge, and he knows the significance of asking Mr. He Da to write.

This should be a gift in return.

Xu Nian thought for a while, and remembered the poems he had recited in his previous life. He asked softly, "The better the poems, the better the Artistic Conception, and the more precious Mr. He Da's pen and ink?"

He Qishi smiled and nodded: "This is natural."

"What if I didn't write it?"

"Well, in fact, it doesn't matter, as long as the Artistic Conception can match Xu Zhenren's state of mind... But it's better if I haven't heard it before, otherwise I won't lose the shock of hearing a good work for the first time."

Ever since.

After careful consideration, Xu Nian chose a familiar poem and made a decision to go against his ancestors...

It's time to make a big copy!

"Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely..."

Mr. He Da did not know where to take out a pen, ink and paper to write a poem.

But when he really heard the opening line of Xu Nian's poem, he let out a little surprise and seemed to have suddenly forgotten the pen in his hand. The ink only condensed on the tip of the pen, but failed to fall on the paper and turned into words that condensed the power of Confucianism.

He looked up at Xu Nian, his smile widened, and he quietly waited for the next sentence.

This sentence alone is much, much better than the poems written by the Taoist cultivator who is also a Taoist cultivator.

"I say autumn is better than spring."

As soon as the second sentence was read, He Xiao, Zhugetai, and Xiong Yu, who talked about what to eat more than the poems, were already carefully savoring the Artistic Conception in the poem. They held their breath subconsciously, not wanting to disturb Xu Nian thoughts.

Based on these two sentences alone, it is no longer just a masterpiece.

Especially from the most important point of view, it has already defeated those poems that are so sad every autumn in the academy's autumn exam.

Compete with each other.

"A crane rowing above the clouds in a clear sky will bring poetry to the blue sky."

The entire poem is published.

Chen Xianhu and Ye Yikui, who don't know much about poetry, can also feel the extraordinaryness of this poem.

The way they looked at Xu Nian changed slightly.

In the past, I only knew that his Taoism was profound, but now I know that his poetry talent is not mediocre.

He is obviously a Daoist fifth rank Daoist... But this kind of poetic accomplishment is rare even among Confucian practitioners, right?

Especially Chen Xianhu, he looked at Xu Nian as if he saw a fairy.

Others are still in the dark, but he is very clear that Xu Nian is only twenty years old!

Twenty years old!

Human energy is limited. Even if you start working hard from your mother's womb, don't eat, drink, sleep, and practice every moment, it's incredible to be able to achieve fifth rank in Taoism.

Where did the time come from, and can it be used to study poetry?

Chen Xianhu himself is a typical example. Martial Dao Tianjiao deserves the name, but when it comes to poetry and poetry, he can only know how to appreciate it. After all, he has studied in a wealthy family, but if he is asked to compose poetry and lyrics, it would be too difficult for him. It’s a cub from the Chen family.

Xu Nian can do it. Could it be that he was born with knowledge?

Born with such talent?

Chen Xianhu's Little Sister was known as an immortal in the capital, but at this moment, he felt that compared with his Dage Xu Nian, the little sister could not be considered an immortal, she was just a little smarter.

Xu Nian is so talented that he really doesn't seem like a human being...

As for what Xu Nian said in advance, "If it wasn't written by him", it has been ignored.

without him.

As long as this level of poetry is born, it is a certainty that it will be spread to the world.

How could Beijing not have heard of it?

Since Chen Xianhu and the others heard it for the first time, they were at least 90% sure that this poem came to light through Xu Nian's mouth.

"...What is the title of Mr. Xu's poem?"

He Qishi's eyes were filled with admiration, and his address to Xu Nian changed.

Just talking about real people and Mr.

It is hard to say which title is more valuable. After all, one is Taoism and the other is Confucianism, which is not mentioned in the same way as Dharma Phase.

But all the senior students at Youlu Academy are willing to be called sir.

This is a kind of recognition.

Extremely heavy.

"This...I don't know what it's called either."

Xu Nian forgot the name of the poem.

This is the full text recitation in the textbook.

What everyone puts effort into memorizing is the full text, and the title may not indicate when the textbook will be returned.

"If Mr. Xu can't think of a poem title at the moment, I wonder if I would have the honor to dare to think of one for him?"

"OK……"

Xu Nian was vaguely aware that he seemed to have underestimated the lethality of the copied poem.

What a strange thing that can give this poem its name is like a happy event.

Smiling.

"What should I write in Mr. Xu's signature? Should I use your name directly, sir, or should I leave a nickname?"

"No, this poem was not written by me. The author's name is..."

Xu Nian got stuck as he spoke.

The author is...who is it?

broken.

Forgot as well as the title!

Xu Nian stopped talking in the middle of his sentence. He Qishi thought about it for a moment, then showed a look of surprise and did not continue to ask.

Xu Nian is fifth rank, but he is unknown in the world.

If he hadn't been involved in the Heavenly Devil Cult's previous disaster, no one would have known that there was such a Taoist master living in seclusion in Yujing City.

It's clear what kind of character he has.

Then.

Mr. He Da from Youlu Academy nodded slightly, his smile showing even more admiration.

"Mr. Xu is so indifferent to fame and fortune. He feels ashamed and ashamed..."