Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 390: Cui Cui, Qingning, waiting for the big driver

"Receive!"

A blank picture scroll suddenly flew out of Ge Huaiying's sleeve, and the picture scroll unfolded and covered the city wall. In an instant, all the paintings drawn by the poetic mood fell on the blank picture scroll. Hua Yi, at a glance, seems to be the four-line poem of "a boat full of clear dreams and a star river", and it seems to be a picture of a drunken boat, very mysterious.

Everyone's eyes flashed green, staring straight at the scroll. This is the intention of poetry and painting. Although it is only a one-time treasure, it is enough for hundreds of Mengtong to visualize day and night. There is a high probability that poetry and painting will be planted in the soul, and the poetic realm is almost a smooth road.

The minimum is also a master's level.

The sooner you become a master, the more likely you will become a great scholar!

It is a treasure of family luck!

It's just that the scroll didn't pay attention to everyone's eyes at all. After one scroll, it was gathered into a bunch, and then flew to Chen Luo.

There are thousands of beautiful things in the world, just not related to you.

……

Shi Lezhi felt a little pain in his brain.

The mentality that had just calmed down had a violent ups and downs.

Three poems in a row, which are handed down from generation to generation.

From poetic sentiments, to writing brushstrokes, and finally to poetic sentiments...

Such performance, such literary talent, such age!

Could it be that one?

Shi Lezhi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he took a deep breath.

No way.

How could it be so coincidental!

That one is still in Dongcang City!

As that person, it is impossible to travel without a guard of honor.

Impossible!

The world has its own heroes, and maybe Brother Liu is such a great talent in poetry.

It must be so!

At this moment, a demonic energy erupted behind him, briefly attracting everyone's attention.

Shi Lezhi turned around and saw that it was his demon servant, Aoki Chan, with wide eyes and an incredible look.

"Uncle Qing, you..." Shi Lezhi was stunned for a moment. Qing Muchan was considered to be a relatively old demon servant in his family, and he was the strongest among the three demon servants who followed him this time. .

If he felt right just now, Aoki Toad broke through.

Promote from the fifth-grade soul-shattering realm to the fourth-grade soul-melting realm.

Shi Lezhi felt a little certain, feeling that he had a little more confidence in front of Brother Liu.

What if your poetic talent is extraordinary, but I have a rank four monster guarding me!

The fourth-grade fusion spirit realm is only one level away from the great saint of the demon clan. Even if you return home, you can no longer treat it as a demon servant, but as a family guest.

Shi Lezhi was about to step forward to congratulate him, but Aoki Chan walked over with an excited expression.

Shi Lezhi was stunned for a moment, and immediately noticed that Aomuchan's breakthrough had attracted some attention, and instantly understood Aomuchan's thoughts.

Uncle Qing is trying to find some face for himself.

Think about it, the fourth-grade monster pays homage to him under the watchful eyes of the public, which can help him to a certain extent in the limelight of Brother Liu.

#Liu Dongchen’s three poems break Qingning, and Qingmuchan’s fourth-grade worship master#

Shi Lezhi thought about the hot search tag in a blink of an eye.

"Uncle Qing still loves me!" Shi Lezhi felt a little moved, so he took a deep breath, looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, and waited for Qing Muchan.

Then, Aoki Chan walked past Shi Lezhi.

Gone...

In the past...

Passed by.

"Huh?" Shi Lezhi turned his head and was about to call out to Aoki Chan, when he saw Aoki Chan respectfully kneeling on one knee in front of the carriage, with a look of excitement on his face, shouting: "Aoki Toad, Bloodline Qing Er, is pleased to see you. Passed the ancestral line of your son."

The demon clan respects the bloodline, among which the bloodline that goes straight to the Great Sage level without bottleneck is called the ancestral bloodline, which is the authoritarian class in the same clan.

Actually, Qing Erxi's own bloodline is not pure, and it was an accident that he could cultivate to the peak of the fifth rank. According to his understanding of himself, there is no hope of breaking through to the fourth rank in this life.

But the medicine that the little cyan frog gave back to Shi Lezhi just now changed everything.

If only relying on the one pill of Jinguagua, of course, it would not be able to help Aomu Toad break through, it would just make his demon power more pure, but Aomu Toad found that there was a trace of ancestral spirit in the pill.

That's when the top ancestral nobles used themselves as the furnace to refine the medicinal pills and incorporated a trace of pure aura. Although this aura is only a faint trace, it has the meaning of the ancestor of the toad. The Aokitoad bloodline was instantly sublimated, which helped him break through to the fourth-grade realm.

How could he not know that he has encountered a great creation.

"My descendants, Qing Erxi, I want to see Grandpa Zumai!" The fourth-grade demon was excited and shouted again.

Shi Lezhi stayed where he was.

That cute little frog?

Oh, no way! Absolutely impossible!

At this time, a crisp frog croak was heard in the carriage.

"Cuck! (See, see!)"

"Cuck! (That pill is your master's reward for explaining the problem to my eldest brother, you don't need to worship my uncle!)"

"Gua! Gua! (Don't disturb my uncle listening to Confucianism's interpretation of poetry! This uncle is a cultural frog!)"

Afterwards, there was another low murmur.

"Huh... (The pills are not sugar-coated, I am not interested...)"

Shi Lezhi's scalp is numb.

A monster pet is so generous, so that person's identity is simply his Shi Lezhi's seventh uncle, Shi Chui.

The meaning of the little frog is very clear. The explanation in front of the city gate can be paid off with this medicine pill.

Shi Lezhi remembered what he said before, and his face was on fire in an instant!

Half a person! Some craftsmanship!

Shi Lezhi, what the **** did you just do!

Speaking of benevolence and righteousness to Confucius and doing nothing with the Taoist master?

I lost my mind!

Wait, if Brother Liu is really that one, the woman in the carriage...

As everyone knows, Bamboo Forest sent a guardian for the one who was a woman.

A woman who forced the chess master to tear up the chess classics.

Shi Lezhi didn't dare to think further, how could a thunderbolt hit him in this great blue sky?

Why is my heart a little cold?

He looked at the wagon carriage.

I should be under the car, I shouldn't be here.

……

All the students present were qualified for the spring exam, and naturally they had some insight.

As soon as this poem came out, I linked the previous two questions, and everyone knew who the person in front of me was.

For a time, everyone looked at Chen Luo with bright eyes.

You can see a living person.

At this time, Chen Luo didn't seem to see everyone's eyes, put away the scroll of poetry and painting, and bowed his hands to the great scholar on the city gate.

"Thank you, Daru Ge!"

"Xiaosheng Liu Dongchen, please compose poetry!"

I know you know who I am, but you are all pretending you don't know who I am, so I don't know you are pretending you don't know who I am.

Ge Huaiying's bones softened when she heard Chen Luo's thanks, and she quickly smiled and said, "Wu...It's my duty, so I don't need to thank you much."

All Confucian students are tired: what are you pretending to be! All seen.

Steal the bell, but that's all.

However, the students changed their minds.

We know you're pretending we don't know who you are, so just pretend we don't know.

Since we don't know who you are, it's okay for everyone to be close, right?

Wait and find an opportunity to cut the chicken's head and burn the yellow paper to worship the handle. What if it succeeds?

Hmm! No problem.

Thinking about this verse, a student suddenly said loudly: "Please comment on this poem by Brother Liu Xuexiong by three great scholars!"

The three words Liu Xuexiong said were extremely heavy in his speech!

"That's right!" The Wenchang Pavilion official said quickly, "Let's do business first, and the last poem that breaks the title still needs to be checked by three great scholars!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes fell back to the four verses on the city wall.

At this time, even though the pictorial meaning in the poem has been collected, the rhythm remaining in the poem also urges the flowers to bloom.

"Cough, cough..." Li Daru couldn't hold back for a long time, and took the lead to speak: "The west wind blows the old Dongting wave, and the Xiangjun has gray hair overnight. These two sentences can only be said to be wonderful sentences, but they talk about it. Not a good word."

If you want to promote it first, I will comment on it.

"But this old man loves the word 'Chui Lao' the most. Ordinary people use words to refine characters, most of them are puckering and swaying to make poems, but Wu...cough...Liu Xiaoyou uses the word Chui Lao, which makes people feel It's refreshing."

"It's wrinkled in old age, but it adds to the feeling that time has passed. Dongting is like a beautiful woman who is twilight, making people sigh."

"There is no need to say more about Xiangjun, there is a description in Qufuzi's Nine Songs, Mrs. Xiang cried for her husband's blood, and integrated this allusion into the image of Dongting blowing old. Beauty with white head...how lonely!"

"These last two sentences..." Li Daru paused slightly, intending to whet the appetite of the crowd, then Lu Daru said directly: "These last two sentences are amazing!"

"When you get drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water. This sentence is wonderful in the three words that the sky is in the water."

"Du Zimei once said 'the boat in spring water is like sitting in the sky', and this sentence 'you don't know the sky is in the water when you are drunk'. As soon as the Mufangtang opens, the sky, clouds and shadows linger together', which is also a general scene."

"When ordinary people write this, it should be the highest meaning of the whole poem. I didn't expect Liu Xiaoyou to raise the poetic spirit again and write the last sentence 'A full boat and a clear dream over the galaxy', from the scene to the dream!"

"Is that the light boat pressing the Xinghe River? No, it's a dream of the people on the boat!"

“Jushi Yi An has a good saying 'I am afraid that the boat will not be able to carry a lot of sorrow'. It is the first time to use a boat to carry sorrow. open-minded and unrestrained.”

"With the title of the poem 'I sing in the moon, I dance in chaos', it is just generally lonely, but generally unrestrained."

"But in my opinion, Qing Lianxian also has a poem, which fits very well with this poem."

"Everyone has a good heart and a strong mind, and wants to go to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon. The water will flow more when the water is cut off, and the sadness will be relieved by drinking. Life is not satisfactory in this world, and the Ming Dynasty will send out a boat!"

"If Liu Xiaoyou hadn't written the poem, the old man saw it with his own eyes, and said that the poem of Qingmeng and Xinghe was written by Li Qinglian, and the old man would have believed it!"

After talking so much in one breath, Lu Daru heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Ge Daru: "Brother Ge, what do you think?"

Ge Huaiying looked at Lu Daru with a smile on her face.

You're done talking again, what can I say?

Okay, you forced me!

Ge Huaiying sighed and said, "I see this poem today, I'm afraid I won't be able to discuss other poems with peace of mind in the future."

"There are poems in front of me that I can't read, but the three poems of Qingning are in my heart."

"Old man, from now on, I will not comment on poetry!"

In a dark tone, Ge Huaiying stood on the wall and bowed to Chen Luo, and Chen Luo hurriedly returned the salute.

But Ge Huaiying didn't get up, and Chen Luo couldn't get up either.

One old and one young, just across the city wall, worship each other.

Sunset, the setting sun fell on the two of them, as if they were frozen into a beautiful picture.

This scene was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone present.

Some students sighed: "I pay my respects to Wenhua, what a great scholar~IndoMTL.com~ The great scholar bows and respects Wenhua, and the young man also thanks his confidant! This is a good story, a good story through the ages!"

"We actually witnessed a good story! It's worth it, and this trip is worth it even if it's famous."

"Take a photo, one thousand taels of silver, who will sell me a photo talisman!"

"I'm out of two thousand taels, hurry up, they'll get up in a while... eh? There doesn't seem to be any sign of getting up."

Above the city wall, Li Daru and Lu Daru looked at each other and looked at Ge Huaiying, who was still bowing.

Fuck!

Hello!

The Confucian scholar in Wenchang Pavilion coughed dryly, spreading his voice throughout the city.

"Three questions broken!"

"Qingning City, I respectfully invite Mr. Liu into the city! Mrs. Cui welcomes you from the house..."

At the same time, a loud voice resounded in Qingning City.

"Qingning Cui, please wait for the big drive!"