"Hey! Master Qinglian, you have enough, you are not allowed to attack personally!"
Chen Wangu shouted loudly, is Zhang Yi a normal person? Can that be compared? Isn’t that a dimensional reduction strike?
Why does it seem like it’s endless?
Taoist Qinglian was too lazy to pay attention to Chen Wangu, but turned his head to look at Zhang Yi, and smiled diligently, "Do you think so? Master Zhang."
"It's all up to you to enter Wensheng Academy this time, you must help me."
Taoist Qinglian looked aggrieved and said coquettishly.
However, Zhang Yi did not take this trick, especially the trick of Taoist Qinglian. "Aren't you going to force yourself to Wensheng Academy? Keep going."
Zhang Yi felt a sense of happiness when he saw Taoist Qinglian being defeated.
"Mr. Zhang Yi, even you make fun of me. You have changed. You are no longer the one you on Qinglian Peak."
Taoist Master Qinglian shouted sweetly, saying as if he was pointing some advice.
"Hmm? Is there a story?"
Ren Qianchou and Shen Wangu instantly became energetic, raised their ears, and keenly smelled something wrong inside.
"It's here again! Is there still going to end? Whether you can enter Wensheng Academy depends entirely on your luck."
It was fine when they were only two of them before, but now Ren Qianchou and Shen Wangu are still there, so Taoist Qinglian cannot be told nonsense.
"Qinglian! When I become the emperor, I will definitely clean up you."
Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes and thought to himself.
Upon hearing this, Master Qinglian was overjoyed, "So you are willing to help me? I knew you have not changed yet, and you were the boy once."
Taoist Master Qinglian smiled like a flower, and was as happy as a child. It was difficult to associate her with the outside world's wind and flowing Taoist Master Qinglian.
Zhang Yi ignored Taoist Qinglian, and continued to do so, he would only be confused and messy.
I saw Zhang Yi walking on the Wensheng Platform, looking at the handwriting left on it, each of which triggered a lot of literary spirit, which is worthy of being Wensheng Platform.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, you try this sentence first."
"The spring above falls below the yellow spring, and there are no two places in the vastness."
Zhang Yi used his Wen Copyright's strengths again, but he didn't believe that he was full of knowledge and could not cause the Wen Shengtai's reaction?
"Good poems and good poems!"
Although Chen Wangu had never practiced Confucianism and Taoism, and had not read any books, he knew that this poem was not simple at first glance. It was mainly very simple and allowed him to feel the artistic conception in it. This is not something that ordinary people can do.
Chen Wangu immediately wrote this sentence on the Wensheng Platform as Zhang Yi said, but his words were hard to describe and were twisted. He could not have imagined that the words written by the son of the dignified Emperor were so ugly.
It was the first time that Master Qinglian saw Zhang Yi chanting poems. A strange light flowed in his beautiful eyes and said slowly: "I didn't expect that Zhang Yi's junior has this ability and hides it deeply enough. No wonder he was recognized by Feng Guan. ”
"Speaking of this... I'm a little envious of Yueyao. Being able to find you is a blessing she has cultivated in eight lifetimes."
A hint of envy appeared in Taoist Master Qinglian's eyes, which showed that he was really envious of Yueyao.
"Nephew Zhang Yi, can you write a love poem for me later?"
"Just one song!"
As if worried that Zhang Yi would reject her, Master Qinglian emphasized again, with a hint of expectation in his eyes and said sincerely.
Zhang Yi frowned. He always felt that Taoist Master Qinglian was a little abnormal today, but what did it have to do with him?
"no!"
Zhang Yi still refused mercilessly. Isn’t your old love/people contemporary Confucianism? Is he doing it with you!
It is rare that Master Qinglian did not bother Zhang Yi this time, but just sighed helplessly and turned his head lonely, which made Zhang Yi feel a little uncomfortable.
After waiting for a long time, the poem written by Chen Wangu did not react at all. "It shouldn't be. This poem is much better than what is written above. Why didn't it cause Wen Shengtai's reaction?"
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, if I tell me another poem, I don't believe it will not cause Wen Shengtai's reaction."
Chen Wangu said a little dissatisfied.
"The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face gives me a mirror and a flower gives me a tree!"
Zhang Yi thought about it and immediately met Chen Wangu’s request.
Chen Wangu couldn't help but clap his hands and slapped Zhang Yi again, and wrote it on the Wensheng Platform happily, but unfortunately it didn't cause any reaction, and what he wrote before It is becoming dull, as if it will be destroyed from the Wensheng Platform at any time.
Seeing this, Chen Wangu also knew that the problem was, so he spread his hands and chose to give up. "Fellow Daoist Zhang, it seems that I can't go to Wensheng Academy anymore. Only he can recognize what he thought of."
After saying that, he didn't forget to look at Taoist Qinglian, as if he was saying, "If I can't get up, don't even think about going up."
Zhang Yi also frowned and did not want to give up. If Chen Wangu didn't go up, wouldn't he have any help? He doesn't want to reveal his identity for the time being.
"Witch, come and try it!"
Zhang Yi thought of another famous line of eternal words and said slowly: "Where is the lonely restaurant tonight? A geese conquering the trellis, half a window of the waning moon, always leaving people tears."
Upon hearing this, a feeling of grief arose in Ren Qianchou's heart, especially when he wrote it to the end, the feeling became more and more obvious.
Ren Qianchou looked at Zhang Yi with a complicated expression, "What has the master experienced to write such sad poems?"
Before she could come back to her senses, the handwriting she wrote on the Wensheng Platform began to become dim, exactly the same as Chen Wangu's previous one.
"Let me try it out, maybe their cultivation is too low."
Taoist Master Qinglian volunteered.
Zhang Yi looked at Master Qinglian deeply and said as if he was pointing out: "The past has become empty, and it is still like a dream."
Taoist Qinglian's mind was like thunder blew up, and she muttered something in her mouth, "The past has become empty, and it's still like a dream... Isn't this what I mean?"
Taoist Master Qinglian suddenly realized and looked at Zhang Yi with gratitude. It seemed unintentional, but it was about his heart.
I saw Master Qinglian writing vigorously and vigorously on the Wensheng Platform, with big characters flying dragons and phoenixes carved on the Wensheng Platform, extremely clear.
It’s just a pity that even the cultivation level of Taoist Qinglian like the Emperor made her handwriting leave for a while on the Wensheng Platform, but it was finally destroyed on the Wensheng Platform without leaving any trace.
"It seems that Chen Wangu is right, it's not his own things."
Taoist Master Qinglian shook his head a little disappointed, and at the same time he looked at Wensheng Academy with unwillingness in his eyes. He had clearly reached the door and could not enter?
"Nephew Zhang Yi, I have nothing to do when I come to Wensheng Academy this time, I only want an explanation. If you see the contemporary Confucian saint in Wensheng Academy, I hope you will tell me that I am here."
Taoist Master Qinglian has made plans not to enter Wensheng Academy, but it does not mean that she gave up meeting the contemporary Confucian saints, but just put this hope on Zhang Yi.