Is Bao Dalang going to write poetry?

Li Qingming's face turned solemn, and he looked at Bao Zheng with a rare look of seriousness. A white air like clouds and water floated above his head, and there were waves of clear chants hidden, and the Confucian righteous spirit was activated.

The sixth prince Zhao Shouyi sat upright, and it was the place where the emperor's spirit was sent to the transit.

Liu Jinchan and Enu looked at Bao Zheng, and their eyes were obsessed. Before, they only heard that the immortal master Bao Brother was very talented and had awesome in his poetry. The talented woman was famous in the capital. Today, I finally had the opportunity to see her with my own eyes.

This is a huge opportunity. Compared with this opportunity, whether it can achieve the "Yangsheng Ghost Body" and pave the way to advance to the fortification is no longer so important.

Bao Zheng looked at Li Qingming, pondered for a moment, and felt secretly glad in his heart.

Since he plagiarized the works of Tang Yin, the Lanxing of the previous world at Ouhualou that day, he has made a lot of preparations. He often read the masterpieces of contemporary poets and poets in his spare time, including "The Complete Works of Su'an Jushi".

Li Qingming of this world has done anything and never done anything. He has already done it in his mind and never has to worry about crashing a car.

"Be a hero..."

The first sentence is chanted, and the air in the pavilion seems to condense, and seven colors of light appear slightly.

"You're just starting to move?"

Li Qingming's face changed and he looked at Bao Zheng in surprise. Talent is the biggest knot of the Confucian school. This thing is different from the essence of heaven and earth and the essence of the five elements. After practicing, you can naturally touch and find it. It is also different from the Confucian school's great righteousness. As long as you enter the realm of the third-grade great Confucian school, righteousness will arise.

These great scholars may not have poetry and lyrics. They can also become great scholars by hanging their heads on the beam, stinging their heads, and experiencing the classics with their heads all the way.

Nothing like her, the fortune of heaven and earth is simply the darling of heaven and earth. She usually drinks, plays cards, and writes a few poems to stimulate her talent and break through the realm.

But even she never had the first poem that could trigger the colorful chapters.

The talent shows the seven-colored light, which is a colorful chapter, and it must be a shocking poem!

Li Qingming looked at Bao Zheng in a daze, his mouth was slightly wide open, and his saliva was popular, just like a lustful old aunt who saw the young and handsome man.

I heard Bao Zheng say again: "Die is also a ghost hero!"

The seven-colored light suddenly burst into flames, forming a canopy and rotating upwards!

"I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River!"

The seven-colored light bulbs quickly expanded, and combined with Li Qingming's righteous spirit, condensed into a cloud of talent, revealing the lotus flower building, rapidly expanding for ten miles, and the fragrance of poetry fills the capital!

"Be a hero,

Death is also a ghost hero,

I still think of Xiang Yu,

I refuse to cross Jiangdong!”

In this world, there is also Xiang Liu fighting for the hegemony. It was the end of the Great Dark War that all the heroes emerged. Xiang Yu, a great hero, competed with Liu Bang, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, to compete in the world. After all, the real hero could not defeat the hypocrite, leaving behind a tragic song of heroes.

The sound of reading aloud comes from the clouds of talent and resounds for thousands of miles, covering several places around the capital.

"Hey, it's such a good poem. I wonder which talented wise man wrote such a majestic poem that can actually be condensed into a talent and a sensational attitude?"

On Shandong Road, a great scholar stood in the sky in Kong's mansion, looking at the talent Qingyun condensed from the direction of Bianjing, and his heart was shocked.

According to Confucian legend, those who can gather talent during enlightenment can only be regarded as a few sages such as Confucius, Meng Master, Zhu Master, etc.

Even if an ordinary Confucian monk reaches the second level, he will only condense the true intentions of the saints or the song of righteousness, and he will achieve the highest level of half a saint in the future.

Those who can condense their talents and celebrate the clouds in the middle level are called "shortcomers" in the Confucian school, and they will all become saints in the future.

Moreover, these saints rely on the Ming classics to study, have unparalleled strategies and arguments, and can only bring about the merits of teaching to bring about talent and celebrating the clouds. It was not until the Tang Dynasty that a great man known as a poetic immortal appeared. With a poem "Jingjinjiu", he used poetry to bring about talent and celebrating the clouds!

It’s a pity that this poet is too crazy and is still a drunkard. He is obviously a saint, but he refuses to study hard. He actually dares to fight against the true dragon with his second-level cultivation, fights on the moon on the river, and eventually dies in battle.

Since then, after three thousand years, I have never seen anyone gather his talents to celebrate the clouds with poetry!

Su'an layman Li Qingming was the most promising person, but unfortunately he was a woman, and he was born with a congenital deficiencies after all.

Moreover, this female scholar has a bold personality that is not inferior to that poet. After being drunk, she once sarcastically persuaded her half-saint Zhu Hong in public. Master Zhu finally waved her sleeves and said angrily, "It's hard to raise a villain and a woman."...

Now, I have seen the talent gathering again, and it is still in the capital, thousands of miles away, and the sound of reading poems is bright. Is this another genius poet born?

In Bianjing City, in the Eight Kings Mansion.

The Eight Sage Kings stood in the air and looked at Ouhua Tower from afar: "Can Guan, is it that Su'an lay Buddhist?"

"No, no."

The middle-aged man with long neck and bony face next to the Eight Wise King shook his head slightly: "There is no fat in Qingyun. It's not that Li Suan, it must be someone else..."

The Eight Wise King said: "You and I will visit you and I?"

The middle-aged man smiled and stopped him and said, "No... With the cultivation of the Eighth Prince, I have never seen that Qingyun is about to arouse the Bian Jing emperor's aura?

It can be seen that there must be royal nobles beside him. The Eighth Prince's identity is subtle, but it is inconvenient to come forward."

"Using talent to attract the emperor's aura? It reminded me of the past of the six emperor's nephews. What Kou Tianguan said was that I was indeed inconvenient to come forward..."

The Eight Wise King nodded and said, "What a pity."

Kou Tianguan smiled and said, "What a pity? Since this great talent went to the Ouhua Building tonight, his identity was about to emerge. I am afraid that after tonight, the great scholars in the court will not be able to sit still, and even alarm the semi-saints of the Dagen Dynasty."

The Eight Wise King said: "In this way, is it possible that Dagen wants to add another future semi-saint?"

"It's hard to say, they may not necessarily be Confucian monks..."

Kou Tianguan smiled and said, no matter how he looked, it was weird.

Looking at the imperial aura above Bianjing, falling towards the Ouhua Tower like a stunning rainbow, Zhao Guanjia frowned slightly.

"Is Bao Dalang, Li Qingming and Liuhuanger the one who gathered in the Ouhua Building tonight?"

Tong Chenggong, who stood beside him with his hands down, said, "Your Majesty, it is the Sixth Prince and the other three."

"Oh? That's it. The command of the Sitianjian does not need to be investigated..."

Zhao Guanjia frowned slightly: "I don't know what Bao Zheng is going to do. Could it be that he, like the Sixth Emperor, has a confidante who has become a female ghost?"

Tong Chenggong smiled and said, "It's probably because His Majesty guessed. According to the information obtained by his subordinates, Liu Jinchan, who was in Yan Chasan's case, had not been reincarnated after his death, and most likely he was a ghost cultivator."

"Since it's a teenager's love, I'm too lazy to care about it."

Zhao Guanjia nodded and said, "But Bao Dalang is an elite in my Dagen Xianshi. He is now the Yangshen Zhenren of the Mo family. Whether he continues to practice Mo family or transfer to the Legalists in the future, it is best not to be a Confucian disciple.

Alas, my uncle was the same back then. He was obviously a contemporary martial saint, but he valued the most, but he was a scholar.

Now these Confucian disciples are almost out of their rules. They are talking about the government and even organizing me, but they are "no guilty"

It's like a bunch of spoiled kids!

I don’t want Confucianism to produce another genius, and there will be one more half-saint in the future..."

Tong Chenggong smiled and said, "Minister understands that if Bao Dalang stays away from the Confucian school, he should give him enough power to punish and kill. Isn't Hai Zhenggang now drifting away from Confucianism?

The Ministry of Personnel is now a Kou Zhun who has more things to do and insists on letting Bao Dalang be the magistrate of Kaifeng Prefecture, saying that Bao Dalang's future development is limitless and should not go to the place of criminal decree too early.

But he said it alone and didn't count. I will persuade several masters from the Ministry of Personnel, believing that they will soon become obedient. The position of Tongzhi of Kaifeng Prefecture is Bao Dalang!"

Zhao Guanjia looked at Tong Chenggong with a smile: "The spring breeze and rain should not be fierce."
Chapter completed!