When they heard that the dance between flowers required Confucian scholars to understand the talents and magical powers of Mingzhou-level poems, everyone felt like frosted eggplants, wilting.
"That poem just came out not long ago. It has been well known to scholars all over the world since it was published in [Wen Dao] at the beginning of the month. It has only been ten days since it was published. Even some officials in the academy dare not say that they have fully understood its profound meaning."
The few talented students who stood out were in trouble one after another, worrying that they would not be able to finish their books until they were used.
"Hibiscus emerges from clear water, and the natural carvings are removed. It is evaluated by the [Wen Dao] as the first auxiliary poem at the Mingzhou level. If you want to understand the divinity in it in such a short period of time, you must be a genius Confucian scholar."
"Miss Hua Xiu, is there really no other way to treat this person? I have read some other famous articles, but I don't know if they can be used."
Huajianwu frowned slightly and said: "He won't be able to hold on for long. This is the only way to save him quickly at the moment. Unless you are talking about the famous poem, it cannot be worse than the first auxiliary poem in Mingzhou Too many. Otherwise, even if you lift someone up and use it, you may not be able to save him."
"this...."
Everyone looked stunned.
A few days ago, they tried their best to praise the prosperity of Confucianism in the Shuangmingzhou poems in [Wen Dao], but now the problem is faced by the Confucian people, and these Confucian scholars have become useless one by one.
The wealthy man who had been chatting with Li Xingyun before listened to those people talking, and then turned his head to look at Li Xingyun.
"Brother, you just said that you are a Tong Sheng from Chang'an? I think you are so young, you should be a Tong Sheng who just took the imperial examination this year, right? To be promoted to Tong Sheng in the imperial examination in Chang'an, you must have some talent. Then Isn't the phrase 'Clear water brings out hibiscus' written by one of your former saints in Chang'an? You came from Chang'an, do you know if you have understood the mystery?"
The rich man's words attracted the attention of some people nearby.
When they heard that there was a boy from Chang'an nearby, they all thought of something.
The crowd made way for some.
There was a lot of discussion: "Then the Shuangming Prefecture poems published in [Wen Dao] were written by Tong Sheng from Chang'an? There are Tong Sheng from Chang'an here, why not come forward and try it?"
The discussion was loud and attracted the attention of many people.
At this time, the road in front of Li Xingyun was completely cleared. People lined up on both sides, and the corridor led directly in front of the flower show girl.
Perhaps it was a serious matter to save someone, and I heard that there were other Confucian scholars present at Huajian Wu, and they were not willing to let go of the opportunity to save a life.
"May I ask this young master, if you have understood the magical effect of that Mingzhou poem?" The corners of Huajianwu's purple skirt swayed gently in the breeze, and the small bell hanging on the wrist of her raised hand was ringing slightly.
Seeing that everyone was paying attention, Li Hongying patted Li Xingyun on the shoulder and finally walked into the front row to eat melon, so she decided to take the first step.
Li Xingyun has nothing to say no to. Human life is at stake, and as a scholar, you cannot ignore death.
He then walked into the crowd and saw the flower show at close range. A particularly refreshing fragrance spread into the nose, making people feel refreshed.
Li Hongying also joined in the fun, looked up and down at the person lying on the ground covered in blood, and said: "It's true that he was injured by the demon barbarian. Do you know who this person is? If he is a criminal, even if he is It’s a human race, and we won’t save it.”
Have integrity! Li Xingyun silently praised Li Hongying in his heart. I thought she liked to join in the fun and meddle in other people's business, and would get involved in everything, but at least she still had the ability to judge the right and wrong.
If you think about it carefully, wasn't Li Junqin throwing her to a place like Dali Temple, where cases were often solved, to train Li Hongying's ability to distinguish right from wrong?
A voice came from the crowd: "I know this person. He is a swordsman who lives on East Street. He has a good reputation around him. He occasionally goes to the West Lake to practice himself, but he has always been safe. I don't know why he is so good today.
I encountered a demon and barbarian, and I don’t know where I could have encountered such a fierce fight.”
"I have no problem, are you coming?" Li Hongying stood up and then asked Li Xingyun, who was holding an arm full of snacks.
"Auntie, are you going to let me use these things to show off my talents? I'm still a child, and I don't know how to speak well!" Li Xingyun gestured.
"I'll just take it."
A pile of snacks filled Li Hongying's arms, covering half of her head.
Then he took out a writing brush from his waist.
The writing brush was a treasure given to him by Li Hongying before, and it was engraved with the famous sayings of the semi-sage Zhuge Liang.
"It's a cultural treasure!!!" A scholar recognized the quality of the brush on the spot and was shocked.
None of the talented people present has ever owned a cultural treasure!
"This Confucian scholar from Chang'an has quite an origin!"
"Perhaps this man can be saved. I don't know what level this young Confucian scholar has understood that poem."
"In such a short period of time, if you can understand the basic level, you can say that you are one of the best. If you can understand it to the master level, you can be called a genius."
Everyone who is reading here knows that the ability to comprehend a piece of writing by someone other than the original author can be divided into several levels: entry level, superb level, proficiency level, peak level level, and superb level level.
Once you understand it at a superb level, the talents and magical powers you exert will be comparable to 90% of the effects exerted by the original author.
Looking at the young appearance of Li Xingyun in front of them, they all guessed that the other party should be at the entry level. If coupled with the background of being able to show the treasures of Juren, someone who can touch the master level is already the limit.
"Master, let me grind it for you." After Huajianwu saw Li Xingyun taking out his writing treasure, he also knew that the other person's Tongsheng writing skills were not yet able to write out of thin air. He needed something as a medium, and the scholar's paper
is the most effective.
But she looked around and found that Li Xingyun had not taken out the ink and inkstone, not even the paper.
"No need." Li Xingyun waved his hand, but the paper still limited the performance of his poems.
Ignoring the dumbfounded gazes of others, he squatted down and looked at the young man covered in blood, using the brush to draw out the talent in the palace.
The strange behavior aroused the curiosity and surprise of a group of people watching.
"What is he doing? He is a Tongsheng, can he display his talents and magical powers without the help of ink and paper? I have been promoted to Tongsheng for many years, and I still have the four treasures of the study. There are very few talents in the literary palace.
, once you use it up, you have to read sages’ books for a long time to nourish it again.”
"Look! There is talent flowing from the tip of the pen!"
"How is it possible!!! Using a pen to draw one's talent to compose poems out of thin air is something that at least a scholar can do! How is it possible for him to be a child?"
"Could it be the ability to lift people's cultural treasures?"
"That's most likely the case."
Everyone speculated like this, but also determined this direction.
Seeing this, the flower show girl in the fluttering purple skirt no longer struggled with Li Xingyun's explanation of why she didn't need to grind.
She stood aside quietly and began to look at the young girl in front of her.
The girl in the red skirt with fire cloud patterns on the side seems to be very relieved about the young man in front of her?
But in her opinion, this girl's hidden aura was obviously stronger than hers.
"Juren Wenbao, a girl who is so young but stronger than me, and a Confucian scholar who understood the Mingzhou poems that [Wen Dao] had just published within ten days in a short time..."
Mysterious origin!
This is Huajianwu’s self-understanding of the two of them.
But one thing she was relatively reassured about was that judging from their willingness to save people, they were at least kind-hearted people.
Now, it depends on whether Li Xingyun can heal the broken internal organs so that she can proceed with the detoxification process.
On the busy street, more and more people were attracted because of the incident.
The people in the inner circle stared at Li Xingyun's back.
As he waved his wrist, the pen tip turned into characters one after another, and finally formed a poem.
"Hibiscus comes out of the clear water, and the natural carvings are removed! The poem is completed! Let's see what the vision is like!"
Everyone stared with wide eyes, wanting to see how well Li Xingyun in front of them could comprehend this poem.
Stop writing!
In an instant, that line of poetry transformed into an astonishing vision!
A clear pool gurgled out of the air, making a clear sound of jingling bells.
"What a refreshing and natural sound of spring water! It's like being at the spring in the sky in an empty valley!" Hua Jianwu was astonished and fell into intoxication just after seeing the vision of the first bloom.
One scholar even exclaimed in amazement: "What an amazing control! Just from the initial surge of the clear pool, it can be seen that his understanding of this line of poetry is not less than exquisite!"
In the clear pond, a hibiscus and green lotus bathed in the cold water and sprouted buds, and then bloomed into delicate pink and white petals!
The petals kept swaying in the wind in the ripples of the clear pool, as pure as an elf in a flower.
In the center of the hibiscus green lotus, a crystal dewdrop is like the purest element in the world.
Immediately afterwards, a beam of talent suddenly fell!
“That’s!!!Original Baoguang!!!”
"It's the original Baoguang!! He's the original!"
"The vision that can give birth to the original Baoguang has already exceeded the level of transcendent comprehension! Because he is the original author of this Mingzhou poem! It is the highest level that is enough to be on the same level as the Jingsheng!"
It wasn't until the moment when the original treasure light fell that they understood.
The young man in front of me is actually the original author of the first auxiliary poem at the Mingzhou level, "Clear water brings out hibiscus, and nature removes the carvings"!
He was also the former saint who left Shuangmingzhou poems on [Wen Dao]!!!
The onlookers looked at the back of Li Xingyun saving people, and for a moment they felt a little ashamed of themselves.
Tongsheng before the Holy Saint! The first double-A case in the imperial examination in Chang'an! Two states in three days!
These deeds, they had already noticed Li Xingyun's name after learning about the two Mingzhou poems in Wen Dao.
But at this moment, Li Xingyun didn't notice at all how others looked at him.
He dropped the dewdrops from the lotus leaves on the injured body.
But I saw that the scars that were originally covered in blood were healing quickly!
Although the first auxiliary poem at the Mingzhou level is not as powerful as the first text and ink, it can still remove some hidden or external injuries on the body.
"call!"
Seeing that the man was recovering from his injuries, Li Xingyun also turned his pen and dismissed the Confucianism and Taoism anomaly.
He stood up and said to the girl in purple skirt who was lost in thought: "Miss Hua Xiu, I leave the rest to you."
After being reminded, Hua Jianwu, who had come back to her senses, nodded subconsciously: "Yeah."
Although Huajianwu is also very curious about Li Xingyun and has many things to say, saving people is more important now.
Li Xingyun gave up his position and returned to Li Hongying's side under the blazing eyes of everyone.
Carefully examine the spell-casting method of the girl in purple skirt.
He didn't have much contact with other systems, so he asked the girl at the side whose head was half covered by a snack bag: "Hongying, can you tell what kind of practitioner she is?"
"It's a bit like martial arts, and a bit like Taoist techniques." Li Hongying tilted her head and caught a glimpse of Hua Jianwu who was casting a magical spell out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't be sure.
Then the lazy sweet voice joked: "But if you want to know so much, why not ask her yourself later? I think she is quite interested in you."
"I'm just curious." Li Xingyun touched her nose angrily, then took out a bag of food from her arms and started eating.
Li Hongying watched with pain as Li Xingyun actually got his favorite pastry, and said angrily: "Save some for me!"
"I've just been tired for a long time, so I need to take some supplements."
While the two were chatting, the young man who was in critical condition finally showed signs of waking up.
Ahem!
He coughed lightly and slowly opened his eyes. At that moment, he was trembling with fear.
"Don't be afraid, this is Yangzhou City." Hua Jianwu saw that he was in a bad state and explained.
When the young man heard the reassuring voice of Huajianwu, it was like a dawn in the darkness.
He calmed down and then saw the appearance of Wu Jianwu.
How can anyone in Yangzhou City not know the seven fairies of Qixiufang?
So he calmed down, and after realizing something, he hurriedly knelt down and said thanks: "Thank you Miss Hua Xiu for saving my life!"
Hua Jianwu hurriedly waved her hands and told him: "I'm just the icing on the cake. The one who really dragged you back from hell is that young master."
The young man raised his head, was stunned for a moment, and then turned to look in the direction Huajianwu pointed.
A young man and a woman blocked by a snack bag were standing there.
"Thank you, Master, for saving your life!" The young man's mind was spinning quickly. Hua Jianwu said that Master saved him, so naturally only Li Xingyun met the conditions. He was not an ungrateful person, so he immediately bowed his head and said: "
If you dare to ask the young master’s name, I will remember it in my heart and never forget the grace of saving my life!”
Listening to the young man's sincere and forthright words, Li Xingyun was a little overwhelmed and stepped forward to help him up and said: "It's just a matter of effort for scholars, don't take it to heart."
But others had figured out his identity before, and now they went out of their way to clear up the young man's doubts.
He said: "Yang Ming, he is a former student in this year's imperial examination, a Confucian scholar who recited state poems in three days, Li Xingyun!!"