The moment the poem was written, the secret place of broken bridge and remaining snow was shaken by it!
In the snow forest filled with wind and snow, above the open-air pavilion in the center of the ice lake, one day the spiritual roots of the earth were shaped by the wind and snow!
Its shape is the same as the plum tree in the center of the lake pavilion, but it is completely transformed by the wind and snow!
Rumble!!!
The dome of the world covered by the secret realm was almost instantly pierced by a beam of light!
Finally it landed three feet above Li Xingyun’s head!
"The talent is one and a half feet! Shicheng left the county!"
Seeing this scene take place in an instant, Li Hongying and the three Confucian Hanlin officials were all confused.
One second they were thinking about how to leave Broken Bridge and Canxue as soon as possible under the secret surveillance of the fifth-grade Snow Wolf Demon Master. However, the next second they were staring at Li Xingyun in a daze, and actually composed a song as if they had an epiphany.
poetry!
Moreover, this poem has a vision!
Poetry comes out of the county!!
"This..." The three Confucian Hanlin looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally focused their eyes on Li Xingyun, as if they were looking at a monster that was even more terrifying than the monster clan!
Three days of double singing in the state! The war poems spread all over the world shocked the saints! Now, not long after setting foot in Yangzhou City, in the predicament of being trapped in the snow on the broken bridge and surrounded by monsters, I suddenly realized the county poem by looking at a plum tree!
"What a refreshing scent." Li Hongying sniffed with her suet-like nose, and a refreshing scent spread into her nasal cavity.
The wind and snow here are intertwined, and there is only endless ice and coldness. What kind of fragrance can penetrate the wind and snow?
"It's plum fragrance!" The commoner Hanlin almost blurted out, he was very familiar with this fragrance.
Because it rhymes with the plum tree in front of me.
Phew~~~
It took a foot and a half to land and penetrate directly into the Wen Palace between Li Xingyun's eyebrows.
Li Xingyun believed in Li Hongying and left the safety of the surroundings to her and the three Hanlin officials. He slowly closed his eyes, forgetting both things and me, and fell deeply into it.
"Is he receiving talent initiation?" Li Hongying felt something was wrong and asked the three Hanlin officials.
"It should be more than just talent initiation. He wants to take this opportunity to step into the realm of scholarly scholarship!"
"How long has it been since he was promoted to the rank of Tongshengwen? If he wants to enter the scholarly realm so quickly, won't his foundation be unstable?" Li Hongying became a little worried.
In less than half a month, I went from being a child to being a scholar! Looking at the entire history of the human race, the only person with such inhuman talent is the Confucian sage Confucius!
"For others, it is true that such a speed of growth makes it easy for the foundation to be unstable, but almost all of his talents in the literary palace are transformed from his own poetry, and have already been integrated into his flesh and blood soul, so there is no need to worry about this.
"
"Protect him! I have an intuition that the poem he came to know this time will be of great help to us in overcoming this predicament." Han Lin ordered the civilians, and the other two Han Lin opened their armors one after another.
, be ready.
When Li Hongying saw this, her beautiful and shining eyes quietly looked at the delicate face of the young man who was sitting on the ground and meditating.
Rumble!!!
It took him a foot and a half to fill his body with energy, and Li Xingyun's literary palace suddenly shook.
Originally, there were three stone pillars inside, but now a stone pillar that is much smaller than those three has been erected, with a few lines of words imprinted on it, which are exactly the poems that I just wrote about leaving the county.
And having the ability to write a state-level poem, to write a world-level war poem, and to receive the initiation from the Holy Temple, his childhood environment has been much more solid than that of ordinary Confucian scholars who have just set foot in childhood. Before leaving the Holy Temple,
The talent in his body has reached the pinnacle level of a child's life, and he is only one step away from becoming a scholar.
Now that he has published poems at the county level, and after his talent initiation, Li Xingyun has also touched the threshold of scholar status.
In the Wen Palace, the wisps of talent that were originally as thin as silk threads were actually swallowed up by the four stone pillars in the Wen Palace!
Buzz!
When Shizhu spit out his talent again, he was already an extremely sharp needle!
Talent is as sharp as a needle! Tough and sharp! A sign of successful promotion to a scholarly position!
I don’t know how long it took, but Li Xingyun’s eyes suddenly opened!
歘!!!
The eighth grade Confucian scholar!
"Li Xingyun, have you been promoted to the rank of scholar?" Li Hongying shouted excitedly when she saw him opening his eyes and looking around.
"Yeah." Li Xingyun nodded, then stood up.
Before he could ask about the surrounding situation during his promotion period, the three Hanlin officials couldn't restrain their loneliness and curiosity, and opened their mouths to ask questions.
"Li Xingyun, can you say the poem you just wrote again?"
"Does a poem from the county have a name?"
“What magical power does this poem have??”
Facing the three people's questions, which did not give them any chance to breathe, Li Xingyun was speechless for two seconds.
Then he took the lead in answering the first question: "I am wearing this body in the ice and snow forest, not like peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, the fragrance spreads all night long, spreading like spring throughout the universe!"
The name of this seven-character quatrain "White Plum" written by a poet in previous lives may not be so familiar, but the following two lines are famous lines that countless students in previous lives have heard!
In addition, the author of the original poem also has a famous poem "Mo Mei" that is more popular in the world.
The original poem is as follows:
The trees at the head of the pond where I wash my inkstones are all blooming with faint ink marks.
Don't let anyone praise the color, just leave the pure air to fill the universe.
If white plum blossoms can go out of the county, then this poem of black plum blossoms can touch the level of Mingzhou! Using this poem to temper your literary courage can make your literary courage stronger and stronger.
It is worth mentioning that the original author of this poem, Wang Mian, was not the best at writing poetry. He was good at painting! He loved plum blossoms throughout his life, planted plum blossoms, chanted plum blossoms, and painted plum blossoms. He painted plum blossoms with dense branches. It is complex, full of business, vigorous and powerful, and has a greater influence on later generations. It can be said that Wang Mian knew the true meaning of plum blossoms. When he created this poem, the fact that it can be passed down to future generations is the best reflection of his lifelong devotion to plum blossoms.
He had an epiphany at this moment about [White Plum], not the more widely circulated [Black Plum], mainly because when he had such a thought before, the literary palace in his body was a little shaky, and the courage of the literary man was shaking.
Several Hanlin officials were also immersed in the beauty of this poem when he recalled the past.
Finally, Hanlin, who was carrying a spear, was the first to raise his head and look around the windy and snowy environment.
Said: "Plum blossoms grow in the woods with ice and snow, and are not mixed with peach blossoms and plum blossoms, and fall into the dust of the world. The fresh fragrance spreads out all night, and actually spreads the New Year in the world."
He first gave a simple answer.
Then I began to understand and analyze the divinity of talent and learning.
"[This body is worn in the forest of ice and snow]. In terms of color, the "white" of "this body" is shaped like "ice and snow"; in terms of character, the "ice and snow" is shaped like the perseverance and cold resistance of "this body"! This is a poem that can be compared to the God-given ability to lift a person to be clean from dust!"
One line of poetry, the talent and supernatural power can be compared to the ability given by God!
This sentence alone is enough to rank among the county poems!
But Buyi Hanlin also knew that this poem was not just a list of counties based on his talent, learning, and magical powers, which can be compared to those given by heaven.
His serious face, which had been as cold as frost for thousands of years, ushered in emotions of excitement and excitement, and he said: "[Suddenly, a refreshing fragrance spreads all night long, spreading like spring all over the world]" This sentence makes people feel that all of a sudden, in one night, everything is...
The plum blossoms in the world are in full bloom, the fragrance is overflowing, and the jade world is clear."
"Like a cold spring washing stones, it creates rapid rapids. When I read his poems, I feel relaxed and happy, with no distractions."
Buyi Hanlin gave this poem high praise.
The remaining Hanlin saw that both of them had finished pretending, and he still had no answer to his question.
Then he asked again: "What is the name of this poem?"
"White Plum." Li Xingyun almost blurted out. Unless it was necessary to involve some characters and things that were not suitable for this era, he would not casually change the title of the original poem. Otherwise, he would borrow the poems of so many predecessors and deprive them of their will.
, also seemed a bit too domineering.
"White plum... Plum blossoms are generally red, pink, and white, but your white plum doesn't seem to come from a different color." Hanlin thought for a blink of an eye, and then his eyes lit up and he said, "It's snow?!"
"It's snow." Li Xingyun nodded slightly and responded.
"I have one more question..."
Otherwise speaking, in the world of scholars, any good poem will become neither big nor small.
A dignified Confucian scholar of the fifth rank, in order to know more about the poem "White Plum", he wanted to ask Li Xingyun for details.
It is truly what Confucius said, there is no before or after in learning, and those who master come first.
But Li Hongying, who had just heard the analysis from several Hanlin officials and felt a headache, was looking in all directions. At this moment, she suddenly became fierce: "There is something approaching!"
After hearing this, the three Hanlin officials also stopped their eager inquiries and began to rethink this dilemma.
"It should be the Snow Wolf Monster. They want to prevent us from leaving the Broken Bridge Formation, but if we don't move, they will keep watching us, waiting for opportunities."
Listening to Buyi Hanlin's words, Li Xingyun thought of the tactics developed by a great figure in his previous life.
When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy is stationed, we harass; when the enemy is tired, we attack; when the enemy retreats, we pursue!
Guerrilla warfare can be said to have been learned somewhat by these snow wolf monsters by taking advantage of the favorable environment.
Roar!!
At this moment, when several people were on guard, the fifth-level demon master pounced directly from the side of the few people without paying much attention!
Li Hongying, a martial artist with a keen sense of smell and a high fighting spirit, stepped hard and bounced up three feet in the air! He directly picked up the gun and said, "Come to fight! Look at the gun!"
Sparks were flying in the sky. Standing in the pavilion in the middle of the lake and looking up, it seemed like there was fire coming from the sky in the wind and snow!
"Princess! I'll help you!" The other two Hanlin officials were not idle when they saw this. With spears in their hands, they directly fought against the Snow Wolf Demon!
Buyi Hanlin also wanted to be wary of the other two sixth-grade monsters that had not yet appeared, so he had not taken action for the time being.
Li Xingyun on the side did not accept everyone's protection with peace of mind. He stood in the pavilion in the center of the lake, reached out from the literary palace and took out the Four Treasures of the Study and the Confucian Holy Page.
A hissing sound~~~
He directly tore off one of the few white papers at the back.
Wielding a writing brush that is a cultural treasure of Juren.
After half a cup of tea, Li Hongying was seen jumping down from the wind and snow, saying with a distressed look: "That snow wolf demon is still a demon master. When he saw that the situation was not good, he ran away, but he was still hiding in the ice lake.