At this time, countless beautiful figures of women flashed through Fang Tiancheng's mind, including dewy love, love but not getting what you can do, and living together day and night.
There is nothing else. These women are all women who are moved by him. Since ancient times, literary people have been very popular and have been talking about this.
Gradually, Fang Tiancheng's eyes became clear, and a trace of lovesickness flashed across his body, as if... some people hadn't seen it for a long time.
"Only you will never miss you in your life, you will miss you, and you will miss you."
This time, Fang Tiancheng was inspired, so I would like to give this poem to the girls he missed.
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden literary spirit surged, and the bamboo around him also grew vigorously, especially the bamboo closest to him had undergone a qualitative transformation and turned into a golden bamboo.
"Golden bamboo! It's actually Jin bamboo! The last time Jin bamboo appeared was because of the Northern Confucian Saint?"
"I didn't expect that the senior brother's Confucianism and Taoism had reached this level, so I feel ashamed of myself."
"I'm afraid I can't surpass my senior brother in this life."
The Confucian disciple immediately exclaimed and looked at Fang Tiancheng with admiration.
Fang Tiancheng subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the appearance of Jin Zhu. Before this, he never thought that his literary spirit would irrigate a golden bamboo.
There are also great differences in bamboos in the Ru Sheng Forest. Jin Zhu requires too much literary spirit and has high requirements for the quality of literary spirit. It also requires one-time irrigation to produce Jin Zhu.
There is also a kind of dragon bamboo above the golden bamboo, but the dragon bamboo has not appeared in the Su Sheng Forest, and they all think it is a legendary existence.
Legend has it that the birth of dragon and bamboo can attract thousands of bamboos to worship, and under it, it will be like a tiger with wings, and will have unexpected results.
Although it caused the birth of Jinzhu, Fang Tiancheng did not dare to underestimate Zhang Yi. God knew what kind of work Zhang Yi would make.
This person... is very weird. After all, Fang Tiancheng has never seen anyone who can trigger so many high-quality literary spirits before practicing Confucianism and Taoism.
Zhang Yi did not blurt out this time, and became cautious about it and began to think of which love poem to deal with it.
As he thought about it, Yue Yao's figure appeared unconsciously in Zhang Yi's mind, and the scenes of the Lantern Festival that day kept flashing.
Finally, when Yue Yao turned around and smiled at him with the candied haws in her hand, Zhang Yi unconsciously outlined a sweet smile.
Suddenly, Zhang Yi seemed to have a 'sour stinking smell' of love all over his body, and he felt aroused, and said leisurely: "I searched for him in the crowd for thousands of times, but when I looked back, the man was in the dim light."
When this poem was read, it contained Zhang Yi's feelings for Yue Yao, which was particularly affectionate, making everyone immersed in that mysterious artistic conception.
The he/she in everyone's mind unconsciously emerged.
This is the highest level, not only makes people immerse themselves in it, but also makes people immerse themselves in it.
"When I look back, the man is in the dim light."
Taoist Qinglian was muttering something, and Zhang Yi's figure appeared unconsciously in her mind. The scene of their first encounter with each other flashed through her mind.
But soon she felt a little jealous and became more envious of Yueyao, "Yueyao is not here, what's the use of writing poems for her?"
I also thought that when she was at Wen Shengtai, she asked Zhang Yi to write a love poem for her, but she was ruthlessly rejected by Zhang Yi.
The more I thought about it, the more unbalanced I felt, and the jealousy became more and more intense. "I really don't know what's good about that ice lump, it actually made this kid so fascinated."
That's right, in her eyes, Yue Yao was just a lump of ice with nothing to say, with no fun.
"No, I have to get a magic weapon to get the venue back when I go back this time."
Taoist Qinglian remembered that he was beaten by Yue Yao last time and had no power to fight back, and he became even more angry.
"Boom boom boom!"
The golden literary spirit like a torrent irrigates on the towering bamboos in front of Zhang Yi like a waterfall. In the blink of an eye, the nine bamboos turned into gold, and the color was even greater than that of Fang Tiancheng's golden bamboo.
Dazzling.
Golden bamboo! Or nine golden bamboos!
Well, this is a convincing Confucian disciples. If the first time is a coincidence, the second time is definitely a real skill.
Their eyes looked at Zhang Yi as if they were looking at a monster. They really didn't understand how a person from the ruthless Taoist Sect could have made such a affectionate poem?
"Monster! It's simply a monster!"
"That sentence 'When I look back suddenly, the man is in the dim light' is simply comparable to the quatrain of the ages, not... better than the quatrain of the ages!"
"I have gained more knowledge, and I have gained more knowledge. Senior Brother Daozong has such a good talent, and it is a pity not to practice Confucianism and Taoism."
The hearts of Confucian disciples had already had huge waves. They had never seen anyone who could irrigate nine golden bamboos at once. I really couldn't imagine how much literary it would take.
Even though Fang Tiancheng knew Zhang Yi's ability, he was still deeply shocked by Zhang Yi, but when he saw the reactions of Confucian disciples, he felt a little better.
"It's worthy of being a fellow Taoist Zhang, and nine golden bamboos were irrigated at one time!"
Fang Tiancheng showed respectful expression on his face. Through these two topics, he had been completely conquered by Zhang Yi, but... he was still a little unwilling to accept it.
"Really speaking, I have lost, but I want to continue until the end, which is also an explanation for myself."
In fact, through this discussion of Taoism, Fang Tiancheng's mentality has improved a lot, especially when he saw the expressions of Confucian disciples.
Not to mention Confucian disciples, even in the middle of Beiling, there were times when they were incompetent. Although they only flashed by, they still could not escape Fang Tiancheng's eyes.
It’s not that he is too weak, but that Zhang Yi is too demonic and too outrageous!
Of course, Zhang Yi had no objection to Fang Tiancheng's request. In order to complete the mission of the Confucian Sheng Pen, he had to continue playing with Fang Tiancheng.
Moreover, the feeling of feeling just now also made Zhang Yi's cultivation improve, which was an unexpected gain.
"Confirm the last topic."
Fang Tiancheng glanced at the Confucian disciple and said softly.
He hoped that his fellow disciples would not cheat him anymore this time, but thanks to their unintentional actions, otherwise they would not have seen such a quatrain.
He felt that what Zhang Yi had just written was more amazing than the poems on the Lantern Festival that day.
"Let's use life and death as the topic? Since ancient times, life and death have been the most difficult."
After knowing Zhang Yi's true strength, Confucian disciples did not dare to underestimate him. This last topic was carefully considered.
Upon hearing this, Fang Tiancheng fell into deep thought. Most Confucian and Taoist people would not use life and death as their topic.
There is nothing else, just because you accidentally fall into it because you use the topic of life and death. I don’t know how many great scholars are trapped in it, indulging in life and death, and eventually becoming obsessed with it.
But the benefits are particularly great. The literary spirit caused by the sensation is not ordinary literary spirit. It contains the meaning of life and death, which can eliminate life and death in a person.