v4 Chapter 367： Xiangshan crosses the sea, students ask the saints

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Outside the soft garden, everything was calm.

Although I haven't seen such a thing as Qihua taking the initiative to throw herself into her arms before, isn't it that Marquis Wu has never been here before?

"normal".

The only question everyone has now is: will there be a first-class poem next?

If so, can the rhyme be further improved?

"I'm afraid it won't work..." Although he was full of gratitude to Chen Luo at this time, Lu Changle still sighed softly, "Rouyuan was built by Emperor Lin for Princess Roufu, and the upper limit of flower quality is determined at its root. It is first-class. If the poetry is really first-class, the rhyme is at best to make the quality higher."

"That's right!" The Confucianist in the Caotang twirled his beard and said, "All the objects of the holy grade need the holy rhyme of the great way. Emperor Lin has not been consecrated as a saint, and Marquis Wu has only opened the way for six thousand miles. This flower is at most a first-grade flower. !"

The Confucian of the Shihao family also nodded, and said: "The gap between the holy rank and the first rank is much larger than the difference between the first rank and the ninth rank. How can it be so simple? At most, the first rank!"

The Great Confucian of Yellow Crane Academy coughed dryly: "Everyone, listen, are you speaking human language?"

"Just one product?"

"Yipin is the splendor of Wenhua! What else do you want?"

"Let you enter the garden, can you guarantee to write a grade one... No, can you guarantee to write a poem above a grade three?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone present was stunned.

That's right, when did Sanpinhua become worthless in my impression?

Ye Shuyi looked at Chen Luo who was in a daze in the picture, and said with some taste, "It's not because he looks too relaxed..."

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At this time, Chen Luo came back to his senses, and there were still three hundred miles of flower fields in front of him, but there were no bird statues.

It was the phantom of the bird flying around the flowers that made Chen Luo frowned slightly.

"Birds and flowers? Illusion of birds? Stone statues of birds? What's the connection here?"

"Brother..." Seeing that Chen Luo was lost in thought once, Wang Bugui yelled. Chen Luo came back to his senses and shook his head slightly, "I'm fine!"

"Brother Wuhou, should we order the first birth of this strange flower, or look for it elsewhere." Xia Qingchuan asked crisply. Although this little girl looks innocent, she is the leader of the Yellow Crane Academy after all. His mind was naturally clear, and he changed the topic with one sentence, not giving everyone a chance to ask why Chen Luo was in a trance.

"Just this one!" Chen Luo also had a realization in his heart at this time, and the birds he saw in the weirdness turned around, as if they were waiting for him to order flowers.

He suddenly had a premonition that strange flowers would continue to grow in this place, so he let himself plant them one by one.

Since it has come, let it be safe.

Chen Luo raised his hand, and Ling Jueding, Liu Chenzhou, Xia Qingchuan, and Wang Bugui all took a few steps back in tacit understanding. At the same time, there were constant disciples entering the garden who were attracted by the fragrance of flowers before, and fell behind everyone.

Chen Luo stretched out his hand to touch the first-born strange flower, and suddenly the first-born trembled, and another illusion fell—

In the illusion, the bright moon hangs high, the sea breeze roars like a roar, and the waves rise from the sky like mountains. There is an old man in the waves, holding a bamboo stick, stepping on a huge page of a book, moving forward in the wind and waves. The old man's heart seemed to be pierced by someone, and a cloud of green energy filled it, but the old man's face was calm, his eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't seem to care.

"Xiangshan crossing the sea!" Ling Jueding's complexion changed, and he quickly bowed deeply to the old man in the illusion. Liu Chenzhou also put away his folding fan, Xia Qingchuan bowed with his knees folded, and Wang Bugui bowed with his crown full.

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"It's Xiangshan crossing the sea!" Outside the Rouyuan, people suddenly exclaimed, and then everyone bowed deeply. Even Yun Siyao, who had been sitting in the car the whole time, came out of the carriage and bowed earnestly; Qinglian trembled and transformed into the human form of Lang Feixian, Lang Feixian put away the unruly expression on his face, solemnly, and walked away Respect teacher ceremony.

Xiangshan, Lu Zijing is also known as Mr. Xiangshan.

The so-called Xiangshan crossing the sea means that in the previous dynasty, when the heavens entered the sky, Mr. Xiangshan realized that "the heart is the law of heaven", broke through the holy position, integrated the way of heaven with his own heart, and won a hundred breaths of time for the sky. He used his remaining holy power to kill two incoming barbarian gods, and crossed the sea to chase down a fleeing barbarian priest.

Later, a sage once commented that it was the Xiangshan Mountain that saved the human race for hundreds of generations, so it was honored by the temple as a "Great Confucianism for a hundred generations"!

"This is Linhuang's question!" The Confucianist in the Caotang said solemnly, "It is not the spirit of Linhuang who can manifest Xiangshan and cross the sea to solve the question!"

"It's so difficult!" The great Confucian of the Shihao family sighed, "This question is too heavy, and ordinary romance, no matter how good the poetry is, I'm afraid it's useless!"

"It's not just romance, but singing praises is also a cliché."

"It turned out to be this question!" The scholar of the Yellow Crane Academy shook his head and said, "I remember that this question was the first year of the scientific examination after Emperor Lin defeated Mantian! It was written for three years, and no one could write it."

Ye Shuyi nodded: "The ancestors of the family once said this, saying that even a semi-sage would not be able to answer the question. If someone can match up with him, then he has a holy way in his heart, and the holy way is hopeful!"

"So this question is also called 'Xiangshan crossing the sea, students ask the saint'!"

Everyone looked at Chen Luo in the picture.

Can this Marquis Wu, who has repeatedly created miracles, still surprise them?

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"Xiangshan Crossing the Sea, the student asks the saint!" Chen Luo also received the information of this test question, with a strange expression on his face.

This is to fight the Fang family to death!

Chen Luo thought for a while and raised his hand.

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"Wuhou, be careful!" The people outside Rouyuan looked nervously at the scene in Rouyuan. They thought that Chen Luo would at least have to think hard for an hour, which was an overestimation.

I didn't expect this to be overestimated or underestimated.

It's just such a short time, and you're about to start?

We are not in a hurry, we can afford to wait.

You think about it slowly!

"Be careful!" Everyone shouted in their hearts.

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Ling Jueding looked at Chen Luo without blinking, Liu Chenzhou clenched the paper fan tightly, Xia Qingchuan firmly grabbed Wang Bugui's arm, and twisted it hard.

Wang Bugui's painful face was deformed, but he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Chen Luo, he just bit his other arm.

The students who entered the park were also breathing deeply. As Confucian students, who doesn't know the story of "Xiangshan Crossing the Sea" and the meaning behind it?

Could it be that today, they are going to have an extra conversation piece that they can boast about in the future?

At this time, Chen Luo's colorful energy was shining in his hand, and he volleyed down—

Dangerous Yi Yuan does not stagnate in the chest,

How is it different from floating clouds in space?

The night is quiet and the sea is thirty thousand miles away,

The moonlight flies down the sky with a flying stick.

After writing a poem, the twenty-eight Yawen characters floating in the air trembled slightly. At this time, the illusion reappeared, and Mr. Xiangshan, who was walking on the sea with a green breath in his chest, suddenly opened his eyes that had been closed all the time, slightly Turning his head, as if penetrating time and space, he looked at Chen Luo and smiled faintly. Immediately, he raised the bamboo stick and tapped it lightly in Chen Luo's direction.

When this stick is tapped, a blue light appears, and the illusion dissipates, but the blue light rushes out of the illusion, circles around the colorful Yawen poems just written, as if like a guide, guides the two The eighteen characters were pulled into the strange flower fetus in turn.

The strange flower buds suddenly bloomed with blue light, but they did not bloom instantly like the previous strange flowers, but slowly unfolded.

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"Gentlemen, Wu Hou's poem just now..." A master walked to the front row of the great Confucianism and bowed down to ask.

At this time, several great Confucian scholars also looked dignified, looking at each other, and finally the Thatched Confucianist opened his mouth first: "Holy poems!"

"Zhi Yiyuan is not stagnant in the chest, why is it different from floating clouds passing through space." The scholar of the Caotang said slowly, "It sounds ordinary at first, but after careful consideration, the danger is unimpressive. Floating clouds passing through space, this inside and outside, is a story The theory of boundaries."

"Exactly." Lu Changle nodded, "Marquis Wu once wrote, 'If you are strong, let the wind blow over the hills; if you let him be strong, the bright moon will shine on the river." The sentences are different, but the reasoning is the same. It doesn't matter Huge waves are raging, if I don’t move my heart, it will pass through the sky like a cloud without leaving a trace.”

"There are the last two sentences." The scholar of the Shihao family said thoughtfully, "It is obviously a stormy sea, but the third sentence says that the night is quiet and the sea is 30,000 miles away. How can there be peace? It's just a calm heart. It is obviously a desperate fight for 30,000 miles. At this time But Yueming flew his stick down into the wind, like a trip. What a grand mind! He is worthy of being a great scholar who has melted the way of heaven in his heart!"

"This poem, everything is based on one's own heart, but it is at odds with another holy way!" As soon as these words came out, everyone subconsciously looked at Tianxin Academy.

The Confucian of Yellow Crane Academy looked solemn: "Don't say anything else, what grade can this poem inspire?"

A word awakened the poet, and everyone immediately looked up at the picture in the soft garden again.

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The flower unfolded slowly, and the petals were covered with colorful streamers. Under the gaze of everyone, an ordinary flower bloomed.

"Huh? No fragrance?" A student asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"There is no bird song!" Another student also said.

Xia Qingchuan glanced back and said softly, "Fool, use your soul to feel..."

Hearing Xia Qingchuan's reminder, the other students quickly calmed down and sensed their spirits, and then their faces changed drastically!

"Dark fragrance!"

"It's the dark fragrance of the soul!"

"The ultimate dark fragrance that only the soul can feel!"

The faces of all the students were immediately overjoyed. A gentleman loves fragrance, and the top grade is "dark fragrance", which can nourish the soul. The so-called "poetry and book spirit in the belly" means that the fragrance of ink in the classics can make a person The soul is clear, and this ink fragrance is one of the dark fragrances.

"Thank you Marquis Wu!" The students saluted one after another, meditating cross-legged one by one, slowly absorbing the dark fragrance. It is no exaggeration to say that the benefits of absorbing enough dark fragrance have surpassed what they gained in the soft garden.

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"Is it a dark fragrance?"

Outside the Rouyuan, seeing the students meditating one after another, some people naturally guessed the reason, and many leading masters and even great Confucians of the academy showed joy.

With a faint fragrance in their brains and a clear mind, the cultivation base of this group of students will usher in a period of rapid development in the future.

Great harvest!

Immediately, many people saluted the car where Yun Siyao was.

Seeing this, Ye Shuyi pouted: "Hmph, it's obviously my family's Rouyuan, Master Lu, just say something casually to draw everyone's attention to our existence."

Lu Changle said silently in his heart: Can't hear you, can't you hear me! The night is quiet and the sea is thirty thousand miles away. If you can't hear it, you can't hear it.

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"Yipin?" Ling Jueding looked at the strange flower, there was a faint fragrance, where is the bird singing?

At this moment, another colorful butterfly that was not smaller than before flew out of Chen Luo's body, crashing into the petals of that strange flower.

"Will it be promoted?" Wang Bugui stared at the strange flower Ling Jueding and others focused on the strange flower.

There is a faint fragrance, it is undoubtedly a first-class one, coupled with Chen Luo's literary charm, what will happen to this strange flower?

It is said that when Mr. He Jing wrote "Sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating at moon and dusk", it attracted a dark fragrance, and the flowers bloomed. What kind of vision will it be if a piece of literary rhyme enters the flower!

At this time, the light on the strange flower flickered, as if something was about to grow, but suddenly, a sudden change occurred, and a bunch of flames jumped from the petals! Immediately afterwards, the whole flower was quickly wrapped in a ball of flames!

"Huh?" Chen Luo was startled, this is a rare flower guaranteed to be the first rank, you want to burn it?

Chen Luo reached out to pick off the strange flower, but the flame suddenly expanded, covering the whole strange flower in an instant, the flame spread, and the flower field also burned out of thin air.

"Brother Chen, step back, this is no ordinary flame!" Ling Jueding's expression changed suddenly, and he shouted!

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