As Chen Shaojun wrote, the entire capital calmed down unknowingly.

Not only in the palace, the Confucian Temple, the Holy Temple and the teahouses of the capital, countless great scholars looked at the direction of the deer garden, and also showed a look of attention.

Wen Zhuxiaohan!

This is a rare prosperous era in literature and Taoism. Every time this kind of strange phenomenon occurs, it means a famous work that has been passed down from generation to generation.

Holy Temple.

In front of the huge statue of Confucius, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the void.

"Is it Luyuan? My Wendao lineage finally has another decent disciple."

The man nodded slightly and said with a smile on his lips.

His literary spirit is as vast as a sea of ​​smoke, and it is countless times stronger than that of the great Confucian masters. Only the legendary Confucian leader can have such literary spirit.

At the same time, there were also a group of great scholars in the Yuehe Tower who were also watching the sky and swelling in the void.

"Wen Zhuxiao Man, you have such a good look! This year's snow appreciation conference has produced an amazing figure."

In front of the railing on the second floor, a great scholar in green had a sharp look and was amazed in the void:

"Brother Wu, if I remember correctly, wouldn't your disciple Xie Chuan be in the deer garden? Could it be that he did this article?"

"Yes, yes! The last time the phrase "Smoke Locking the Willows in the Pond" was an absolute success. With the talent of Xie Chuan's child, maybe the vision in the sky was really caused by him."

"The literary spirit of Wen Zhuxiaohan is the best. There is no surprise in this snow-appreciation conference. He is the first place."

Around them, a famous scholar praised him.

The song "Smoke-locked pond willow made by Xie Chuan in Zizhang's school has long been spreading. Everyone knows it among the great scholars. Until now, no one can match it. This is what everyone knows.

At the back, Wu Ruhai, the master of Zi Zhang's school, gently stroked his beard and smiled:

"Everyone has praised it, that child is just a clever hand."

Having said that, Wu Ruhai's expression showed a deep appreciation and satisfaction.

If there is a disciple like this, what else can I ask for? Isn’t this the most proud thing for a teacher?

"Maybe it's really that child."

In the dark, a thought flashed through Wu Ruhai's mind. Although he was not sure, Wu Ruhai believed that Xie Chuan was completely possible to write a poem of such a look.

"You go out to explore the news and see how your senior brother Xie Chuan is doing in Luyuan. If you have any news, come and report it immediately."

Wu Ruhai spoke.

"Yes, teacher!"

A student from the Zhang Xueshou School immediately flew away.

It is difficult for ordinary people to approach the palace, but today is different. The winter worship hall, the palace opens a convenient door, and all poems will be conveyed with the fastest news.

In fact, it was not just them. Outside the palace gate, countless families and families noticed the literary spirit that soared into the sky above the palace and were silently waiting for news in the palace.

"It's amazing to have such momentum at the beginning. But Qu Gao and Wu are not sure if he can maintain this momentum later. If he can do it, it will be a true masterpiece of the world."

The head of a large family stared at the palace.

...

At this moment, Chen Shaojun's poem was coming to an end in the deer garden. Everyone held their breath, fearing that they would disturb him, and silently waited for his final next verse.

Chen Shaojun held the pen in his hand, pondering silently, as if thinking. This simple action immediately made everyone's hearts hang up. The needles in the whole deer garden can be heard. However, in just a moment, the brush in Chen Shaojun's hand, the pen was swift and the snake was swift, and soon wrote the last two sentences:

"There are different peaches and plums mixed with the fragrance of the fragrance, and they are scattered into the universe and the world will be clear for thousands of years."

After writing the last clear word, the ink and color complement each other. In an instant, a more vast literary energy surged into the sky. The literary energy was so vast that the dark clouds in the sky were burst open, revealing a clear void. At that moment, even the flying snow in the sky stagnated for a moment.

Not only that, the statues of Confucius, the Temple of the Three Provinces, the Temple of the Cultural Palace, and the statues of Confucius everywhere in the capital were all shaking, and each burst out with a burst of literary spirit, which seemed to echo the visions in the void.

"Wen shocked Confucius!"

"Who is that person? He actually wrote such an article!"

Just in the Confucian Temple, a master looked at the direction of the palace and was shocked.

Wen Shu was revived. He was originally here to visit Wen Shu like everyone else, but this sudden change had already attracted his attention. Wen Zhuxiaohan was amazing, but there were still some masters who could do it, but Wen Jing Kong Sheng was probably difficult to do it even at the level of a master.

"No, I must know who makes such a bold poem!"

The master's figure shook and immediately turned into a literary spirit and soared into the sky, disappearing from the Confucian Temple.

...

"A good poem, a good poem, a scattered world is a world of tranquility."

When Chen Shaojun finished writing the last word, all the scholars in the deer garden were already shocked.

The previous essay in Chen Shaojun is about snow whiter than plums and fragrant more than snow. Both sides are different, but immediately followed, and the pen peak immediately expressed that the two are different and the same destination.

"There are different peaches and plums mixed with fragrance" means that no matter whether it is snow or plums, both are noble and proud, not ordinary things. The last sentence "Scattered into the universe and the world for thousands of years" greatly enhances the artistic conception of the whole poem. It is said that although a person dies, his reputation remains, the plum blossoms will wither and the snow will melt. When spring comes and winter comes, both will disappear. However, the coldness of snow and the nobleness of plums can be passed down forever for thousands of years, just like the saints of literature and Taoism, although the body dies, the spirit will never be destroyed.

Chen Shaojun's poem is inconsistent with the essence of all saints. Its appearance and momentum are by no means comparable to everyone present.

"Such poetry... I am really convinced. It is said that the talents of the Ziju School have withered, but such a courageous and talented person is really amazing. I can't stand it!"

"A good Zi Ju School, a good Chen Shaojun! At least they are all the masters!"

Everyone in the deer park was shocked. The trees were covered with rain of flowers and drizzled in the deer park, but everyone was completely shocked by Chen Shaojun.

At the snow-watching ceremony, everyone did their best to make articles that show their sages. However, in front of Chen Shaojun, all the poems seemed to be overshadowed.

At this moment, time seemed to be still.

"call!"

Without any sign, a breeze blew, and suddenly, the rain of flowers falling in the sky turned into a whirlpool, like a river surging, passing through white jade tables, passing through plum trees, and heading towards the Queen Mother on the high platform.

Wherever you pass, countless petals from plum blossom trees flew out automatically, like birds throwing into the forest, making the sea of ​​flowers even bigger.

However, in just a moment, the sea of ​​flowers dissipated, and a pretty figure was covered with ribbons, with ice-skinned and jade bones, and naked fairy feet, slowly falling from the sky like a fairy.

"See the Queen Mother."

A crisp and pleasant voice suddenly sounded in the deer park. As soon as the fairy-like figure appeared, he immediately bowed to the Queen Mother of the Da Shang on the platform.

"Who is protecting the car!"

Seeing someone suddenly breaking in, the nearby Jinwu Guard looked shaking and rushed forward immediately.

"Don't panic, just retreat."

Unexpectedly, the Empress Dowager of Da Shang waved her hand and waved her around Jinwu Guards.

Her expression was calm and she didn't look panicked. Instead, she stared at the extraordinary and fairy-like figure in the air with curiosity, as if she knew something.

"Are you Mei III?"

The Empress Dowager Da Shang took two steps forward and spoke.

"The Empress Dowager's wise eyes. I was born from the chaos thanks to Emperor Taizu's golden mouth. Although it was Taizu's joke in wine, I was moved in my heart."

Mei Sanshidao.

"I didn't expect that it was really the Plum Blossom Goddess. I was a young man and sneaked out of the palace to play. I saw you by chance in your temple and saw your portrait on the wall. I didn't expect that you could transform into a state of enlightenment once you attain enlightenment. It's really gratifying."

The Queen Mother said with a happy face.

"Ah? The Plum Goddess!"

There was a burst of exclamation around.

Everyone noticed that the woman was coming strangely, but no one expected that she was actually a god or a plum blossom goddess.

"This is also my luck. In addition to meeting the Da Shang royal family and thanking the name for me, I came to thank this young master this time."

The plum blossom goddess in the air said, suddenly turned around and looked at Chen Shaojun opposite him.

A few words attracted everyone's attention to Chen Shaojun.

The Plum Blossom Goddess actually came for him, and the scholars were already indescribable.

"I?"

Chen Shaojun pointed at himself, and was quite surprised. He didn't understand what the relationship between this plum blossom god and himself?

"Today's winter worship hall, thank you for your kindness. I wrote a poem so that I can draw a fortune from the winter worship in this world, wake up from the chaos, successfully transform into shape, and get the body of the gods."

The Plum Blossom Goddess said, and gave a gift to Chen Shaojun Yingying.

The gods bowed, and it was a big deal. Boom, Chen Shaojun immediately felt an invisible force blasting into his body. In the dark, Chen Shaojun's bones were strong, his strength increased, and even his literary spirit increased a lot.

"boom!"

In an instant, a stream of literary energy soared into the sky from Chen Shaojun's head, one foot, two feet, three feet...eight feet, nine feet!

Nine dou of literary spirit!

Master’s realm!

However, Chen Shaojun's literary spirit was still growing, and he stopped until the peak of the Nine Dou Dou and was close to the Ten Dou Dou.

Seeing this scene, there were bursts of exclamation around him. When the literary spirit reached a certain level, it became extremely difficult to improve again. It was difficult for ordinary people to reach seven dou, and it was even more difficult to increase half dou. Chen Shaojun just participated in a snow-watching event, and his literary spirit increased by two dou. With this, Chen Shaojun surpassed many Masters.

But thinking about it, when Chen Shaojun wrote this poem by Wen Zhuxiaohan, everyone felt relieved. It is completely normal to be able to write such poems and articles, have such talents, and have such performance.

Chen Shaojun was also surprised. The poem he wrote did indeed raise the plum blossoms to some extent, but it is very common in poetry writing. He just didn't expect to make this plum blossom goddess. The plum blossom goddess gave a gift in the void, and finally made herself the other way. She really sucked and slapped her because the fruit is the cause!
Chapter completed!