Chapter 3: Poetry before the Holy Spirit? Half Que Poetry, Opening of the Palace of Literature!
Sitting on the edge of Qin Keqing's bed, Li Xingyun knew that it was useless to be anxious, so he quietly looked at the sleeping oval face.
Due to the lack of blood, her face looked very white and had a sickly delicate beauty.
But as he watched, he suddenly slapped his forehead and almost forgot one thing.
"This is a world of scholars! A world where Confucianism and Taoism are respected! Since we have the ability of scholars, why can't we find a solution on our own!"
I was so worried about Qin Keqing's condition that I forgot the rules of this world.
If you want to follow Confucianism and Taoism, the imperial examination is the simplest and most common path, but it is not the only one!
Another most direct way is to compose poems and songs yourself!
It's just that it's not easy for people who haven't read books to write a poem or song that can be recognized by talented people all over the world, so most people like to ignore this path.
He hurriedly got up and ran to the main room to find pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Compose poetry!!
No matter what, give it a try!
Spreading ordinary paper on the table in the side room, he thought about it while grinding it.
There is no doubt that one can compose poems even without obtaining a literary degree through Confucianism and Taoism.
but!
Scholars can compose poems as they please, but whether the poems and songs can reach the desired state depends on the various conditions for poetry writing at that time.
The surrounding environment, the mentality of the literati, etc. are all important factors that affect whether poetry and songs are excellent or not.
From Chuxian, Dafu, Mingzhou, Zhenguo, Chuantianxia to Jingsheng, the higher the level of excellence, the more benefits can be fed back to the literati.
For example, if he silently wrote a poem beyond the Great Wall that was famous in his previous life, it could have reached the level of being passed down to the world. However, because he has not experienced the hardships beyond the Great Wall, the literati's mentality is inconsistent with the intention of the poem, and he is likely to suffer backlash from the poem, which will make the original poem unpopular.
Poems spread all over the world can only express the vision of Mingzhou.
"The right poem, the right person, but not the right place."
Li Xingyun finally understood that this point was probably not restricted specifically for him.
After all, the scholars in this world have not experienced the corresponding things, so how can they be like him, full of poems that have been spread all over the world?
"em..." The grinding hand stopped, and the ink was already ground.
But Li Xingyun was a bit confused.
What should I write so as not to waste a good poem, but also allow myself to gain corresponding talent empowerment?
If there is no talent initiation, how can one have the ability to help the charming Qin Keqing on the bed?
His eyes fell on Qin Keqing's oval face, but for just a moment, his body trembled, and a sentence appeared in his mind involuntarily.
!!!
Pick up the pen!!
In an instant!
Li Xingyun's mind was like being struck by lightning. He was not disturbed by any external objects, and only a fair face kept appearing.
As the pen and ink flew, there were traces on that ordinary piece of paper.
Hibiscus emerges from clear water!
...
The next door is only an alley away, Gu family!
The Gu family has a big business, and has relatives working in Jingzhao Mansion. In Wannian County, where dignitaries are everywhere, they can be considered to have some say.
At this time, after receiving Li Xingyun's request, Gu Qinghui came to visit his aunt who was a practicing warlock at home.
Beside a pond in the inner courtyard, Gu Qinghui was pleading with a beautiful woman: "Auntie, please go and have a look. Ziqing has been my classmate for many years, and we often go to school together. Besides, I have already praised Haikou.
If you don’t go, where will I, a scholar, put my face??”
It has become common sense that scholars should save face.
Aunt Gu is wearing a white dress of a magician. Although she is over thirty years old, she still has the charm of a cultivator.
Aunt Gu's family was unmoved by Gu Qinghui's pleas, and said earnestly: "Mingtang, she is just a maid. Although Li Xingyun is the second son of the Prince of Qin, I noticed last night that there is a warlock in his family.
Breathing in and out. Obviously...that is what his own family does, and if we get involved, we will only cause trouble for ourselves."
"He was killed by his own family..." Gu Qinghui learned an important piece of news from his aunt.
But he did not shrink from fear of the terrifying power of the Prince's Palace behind him.
Instead, he directly cursed: "The sage said: 'The one who started making figurines has no descendants!'"
Even though Aunt Gu is not a scholar, she can still tell that this sentence is a curse on people who have no children or grandchildren.
She looked serious and looked at Gu Qinghui, wanting to preach.
But suddenly he looked not far away from the next door.
A seventh-grade warlock who is a qi watcher, he can observe all kinds of qi between heaven and earth. There is a strong talent condensing next door!!
"That's talent from heaven!!" Aunt Gu's family was a little horrified. Judging from that condensed talent, the poems and articles must be at least Mingzhou level!!
If a scholar is suddenly enlightened in any field such as poetry, song, and poetry, it can trigger the stars of literature and music in the sky to show their talent!
"Talent from heaven?" Gu Qinghui was stunned for a moment. As a scholar, how could he not know the importance of talent from heaven?
Generally, after passing the imperial examination, children can only go to the academy to receive talent initiation in order to gain talent and advance to a degree.
But the talent that comes from heaven is completely different. It is an article or poem directly ordered by Wenquxing in the sky!
If the person who receives the talent from heaven is not in the academy, he is called a saint!
Even if the other party has a literary position and can make Wenquxing lower his talents, his poems and articles must be at the county level and will be sought after by all!
"That's not right! Your talent is still there! The poems and articles are not finished!"
If she could witness the publication of a poem that was at least state-level, Aunt Gu would not be able to settle down just thinking about it.
This is always a world for scholars!
After saying that, she ran directly towards the place where her talents gathered.
Gu Qinghui was stunned when he saw his aunt running towards Li Xingyun's home.
"Is it Ziqing?! If it is completed, this will be a perfect holy place!!" After being frightened, he quickly ran towards the next door.
Li Xingyun's home.
He turned his pen and finished the last stroke.
"Clear water brings out hibiscus, and nature removes the carvings!"
Rumble!!!
In an instant, his eyebrows seemed to be split open, and a huge palace was erected!!
The palace was completely gray, with only two lines of poems emitting bright golden light.
"This is... Wen Gong!!!" Li Xingyun was a little surprised!
The Wen Palace is the place where talents are stored in a scholar's body, which is equivalent to the Dantian of a Taoist. Having a Wen Palace means that talents can be stored, and talent is the lifeblood of a scholar.
He just wrote a poem that was not even half a poem, but he actually opened up a literary palace!
If it were a complete version, wouldn’t it have to reach the level of being spread all over the world?
Unfortunately, this poem was too long, and it was not something he had to memorize when he was in school. He could only remember one paragraph and some of the more popular verses.
As a result, this is not a complete poem and article and cannot be truly recognized. Even the condensed talent is only condensed and cannot be initiated, and will then dissipate.
But he didn't complain. After all, the whole poem was written silently, and he didn't have the corresponding literati mentality. It was a surprise to be able to open up a literary palace now.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The two figures of Aunt Gu and Gu Qinghui fell in the courtyard of the Li family.
They watched helplessly as a talent condensed without falling!
Aunt Gu didn't want to miss that scene and walked straight in.
Gu Qinghui wanted to call his aunt. After all, unless a scholar suddenly had a sudden inspiration, he was most afraid of being disturbed by others when he was meditating and composing poems.
He wasn't sure which category Li Xingyun belonged to, so he didn't have the urge to interrupt.
But he didn't expect that Gu's aunt, with her ability as a seventh-level warlock, walked in directly without even having a chance to speak to Gu Qinghui.
Helpless, he had no choice but to follow and take a look...
In the side room, when Li Xingyun put down his brush, he also saw two people gathered at the door.
One of them was Gu Qinghui, and he knew that the plump and beautiful woman next to him should be Gu Qinghui's aunt.
"Ziqing!! You are really composing a poem!!!" Gu Qinghui looked at the two poems on the table and was stunned for a moment.
"Clear water brings out hibiscus, and nature removes the carvings!" Aunt Gu's soul felt numb as if struck by lightning when she looked at that line of poetry, and she was also shocked.