Speaking of which, the method of Confucianism in cultivating a mighty spirit has not been passed down for a long time. It was created by a Confucian saint a thousand years ago, and it has only been more than a thousand years.

In terms of the life of a monk, this period of time has not been long.

However, mortals have experienced changes in sixty or seventy generations, especially in the past five hundred years, the strength of Confucianism has developed very rapidly. Some great Confucians have been exerting their strengths, and their strength is quite amazing, and they have been increasingly valued by various countries.

After all, Confucianism has great advantages, it grows very quickly, has a large range of cultivation, and consumes less resources.

The main disadvantage is that the life span is too short.

Therefore, many great scholars practice Taoism and Buddhism, seeking new paths to break through the lifespan limit.

Jiang Yunhe sat on the top, looking at the many Confucian scholars below, and many thoughts changed into his mind.

However, those have nothing to do with him. At that time, you should pay attention to whoever has doubts among these people. Maybe you can follow the clues to find those demonic people.

The scholar below also focused a small part of his attention on him.

After just a few words from a few people, everyone knew that this was a monk and his strength was not weak.

Most people are just curious.

A few people also feel the crisis.

For example, the monk who played the piano who was noticed by Jiang Yunhe, a trace of haze flashed in his eyes.

When he saw Jiang Yunhe, he subconsciously felt that the other party was trying to make a move on Ji Shize.

The daughter of the prince and the real person, and with such an identity, there are naturally many people who want to make a decision on her.

Although the starting point was wrong, he was right, and Jiang Yunhe's goal was also Ji Shize.

Jiang Yunhe sat by and watched for a while, and then saw a line of maids placing a box beside each of them, containing pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He immediately knew that the poetry meeting was about to begin.

"Every time the poetry meeting, you will choose three questions, and you will choose one of them. This time is no exception." Ji Shize said with a smile. "The two gentlemen will take one for this question, and I will take one. I guess you have no objection, right?"

"Of course not." The student below immediately smiled.

This Lanyuan Poetry Conference was originally organized by Ji Shize. Everyone came here to increase their knowledge and make friends. Secondly, they wrote good poems at this poetry conference. It was easy to become famous by word of mouth. Thirdly, there were extremely outstanding people. Ji Shize recommended them, and fourthly, the top three people in each poetry conference were offered a lot of money.

As for the last point, everyone knows that Ji Shize likes poetry. Many people want to get close to her, and maybe they can catch her eyes, so they will struggle for thirty years less.

People in any era want to take shortcuts.

Jiang Yunhe didn't want it, he didn't want it at all.

In a moment, three questions came out, namely sword, fishing, and wild fun.

Ji Shize's title is sword, which is somewhat unexpected.

Jiang Yunhe's heart moved a few times. As far as he knew, Ji Shize had always liked leisurely, wild and free verses.

And the sword is a killing weapon.

Although it does not meet her always-off preferences, it may not be without reason for Ji Shize to issue this topic.

After thinking for a little while, Jiang Yunhe felt that it was probably Ji Shize who had murderous aura and was dissatisfied with something.

It can make Ji Shize dissatisfied, but it is under his heart.

Jiang Yunhe felt that it was very likely that it was a matter within the Ji family.

"Brother Jiang, are you interested in writing one?" Ji Shize turned to Jiang Yunhe and smiled.

Many monks are well-known in poetry, songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially those who like poetry like Jiang Yunhe.

Jiang Yunhe smiled at each other and looked at Ji Shize. He looked calm and comfortable at a glance, but he found a hint of congestion between his eyebrows.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang sees me like this, is it because there is a flower on my face?" Ji Shize asked with a smile.

"Of course there are flowers." Jiang Yunhe said with a smile.

Without waiting for Ji Shize to ask questions, he continued:

"Beautiful as a flower, smile like a flower, like a jade, flowers look like moon, and flowers are as beautiful as moon, and flowers are ashamed of flowers."

Jiang Yunhe blurted out a series of idioms, and finally said regretfully: "I only regret it when I use the words."

Seeing Jiang Yunhe's regretful look, Ji Shize immediately chuckled.

There are many people who flatter her, but the same words are different, but different people say them.

Like Jiang Yunhe, Zhiyue, who has scandals, Su Xiaoxiao and Zhuo Rumeng, whom he saw with his own eyes, isn’t that amazing?

Moreover, after a series of idioms, a regretful expression does not appear frivolous at all.

Therefore, what he said was particularly useful, and the depression between Ji Shize's eyebrows was unfolded.

"Fellow Taoist is too good." Ji Shize said with a smile.

"Do you know, I know, heaven knows, earth knows." Jiang Yunhe pointed to the other party and himself, and then to the heaven and earth, and said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang thinks we are all blind?" Ji Changyu said intriguingly.

Ji Shize immediately covered his mouth and chuckled.

Both sides have their own thoughts and are interested in getting to know each other. Jiang Yunhe made a few jokes, and both sides became much more intimate.

"But since fellow Taoists have invited me, I'll give it a try." Jiang Yunhe closed his eyes and thought. Since he guessed Ji Shize's thoughts, this poem has its own highlights.

Although I don’t write poetry well, my level of copying poetry is still good.

Not far away, the man who played the piano before picked up the smile of Ji Shize and Jiang Yunhe, and he felt unhappy.

I had lost all my heart and got close to Ji Shize, but the other party had never smiled at me like this.

"asshole!"

He claimed that he was not inferior to the Jiang monk, and he had no effort to find out about Ji Shize's preferences, spent a lot of energy to study poetry and piano skills, and it took more than a year to get closer.

"Isn't it because I am from a humble background? If the sect hadn't been too weak and could not provide me with more resources, how could I spend so much effort to please you?"

The man was depressed, so he simply closed his eyes and took a long time to calm himself down.

No matter what, I have to choose a question... should I write about "sword" or "wild fun"?

Although Jian is the title of Ji Shize, Ji Shize has always liked wild fun, and it is easier to impress her. Moreover, she has guessed that there will be such a topic, and she has been preparing for a long time.

"As long as I can suppress him in poetry..." The man saw at a glance that Jiang Yunhe's clothes were not ordinary things, and they were obviously from extraordinary origins. However, as long as he could suppress him in poetry and could catch the princess' eyes, he would have a chance.

In addition to him, there were a few people with their eyes flashing, and they made up their minds to win the first prize and make that guy look good.

Those who can be here are those who have confidence in their poetry attainments, and naturally they will not feel weaker than others.

...

The time for writing poems to everyone at the poetry meeting was two incense sticks, which is one hour.

However, most people were prepared for it. Before a stick of incense was reached, several people sat there after writing it, with a look of lust.

Just like the man who played the piano before, when he saw Jiang Yunhe sitting there with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, he immediately sneered in his heart.

So what if you have high cultivation?

Writing poetry is no better than other ones.

There is less than a stick of incense left, and I haven't started writing three topics yet. I'm afraid I don't have much attainment. Even if I write one in a hurry, how can I compare to myself for so long?

The thought of being able to step on the face of this Qihai monk for a while made him quite happy.

It was not until two incense sticks that Jiang Yunhe opened his eyes and picked up his pen to wander on the paper, writing a poem.

Everyone didn't care if they saw it. This song was temporarily kicked out until the end of the limited time. Generally, the quality was not high, so it could only be considered as making up the numbers.

"Time is here." Less than half a cup of tea after Jiang Yunhe put his pen, the second incense that had been ignited before was also at the end.

"I wonder who will come first?" Ji Shize asked with a smile.

Everyone looked at each other for a few moments, and a Confucian scholar smiled and said, "Then let me throw away the bricks and attract jade first."

"Since Brother Wanli wants to attract jade, I won't let it go." The Confucian scholar not far away suddenly smiled.

This person is named Cheng Peng, whose courtesy name is Wanli, and he is quite famous among the scholars of Yongcheng.

Next to him was a maid holding the two corners of the paper with her hands and lifted them up and recited them word by word: "Sitting on the head of the jade plate under the sun, the peach blossoms flow in the lake, and the bamboo poles are endless. I don't know who swallows my hook."1

"What a secret that I don't know who I'm going to the hook, Brother Wanli, I'm so good at poetry." Everyone immediately praised him and took the paper and read it.

The head of Yupan Lake is somewhere in Yupan Lake, and there are peach blossoms along the coast, which have just bloomed not long ago.

Especially the last sentence, it can be said to be the finishing touch.

This poem expresses the interest of fishing directly and is considered a masterpiece.

When Cheng Wanli's poem came out, many people suddenly thought it was not good. This poem was ahead of me and my own was a little bit unsuccessful.

I suddenly looked over with some resentment.

The poems of the next few people are indeed worse than Cheng Wanli.

It was not until the tenth person that another amazing poem about "wild fun" was published, but it was much worse than the previous one of Cheng Wanli.

Many people think that today's top name is probably Cheng Wanli.

"I think it's ugly." The 23rd person, the man who played the piano before, smiled.

This person is called Jiaozuo. He has outstanding appearance, excellent piano skills, and excellent poetry skills. He is also a monk. When he saw him speak, even Ji Shize paid much attention.

In fact, Ji Shize felt a little tired at this time.

As her identity as a cultivator in Qihai Realm, she is naturally not tired, but just a little bored.

I have been a little bored and disgusted in the past two days, so I used the title of "Sword".

However, there are almost all "fishing" and "wild fun" here, and only two sword-written ones are ordinary, and it is difficult to relieve the boredom in their hearts.

At this time, a few people who gave up were removed, and there were not many left.

Seeing Jiaozuo speak, Ji Shize's beautiful eyes immediately looked over.

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Chapter completed!