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Chapter 185 A sensation in Liangzhou Mansion

Xia Ziran and Lin Yunhai next to Ji Chen were even more amazed. They were the closest, and they felt more intuitively. The sound of gold and iron horses coming out of the vision seemed to pull them into the mighty battlefield.

War horses are galloping, war drums are beating, horses are neighing, and people are roaring.

Fang Jingyu and others in the distance looked at this scene in astonishment, unable to believe it.

The light on the rice paper intensified, and finally turned into a dazzling white light that shot straight into the sky.

The sudden change shocked the entire Liangzhou City, and everyone saw it.

At this moment, the whole city was shocked, looking at this scene in shock.

In the sky, in the clouds, the aura of grandeur rolled, like the roar of the vast ocean.

A picture of a broken formation appeared in the sky, with gold and iron horses, sword energy like frost, horses neighing, war drums beating, fierce soldiers roaring, and generals roaring. The majestic battlefield artistic conception was released, covering the entire Liangzhou City. Everyone was on the scene and felt the sadness and heroism of the ancient battlefield.

That feeling is so real, immersive.

Confucianism and Taoism have no direct inheritance, and everything is in the book, which is why there is a saying that the book has its own Yan Ruyu, and the book has its own golden house.

Confucianism and Taoism all depend on comprehension.

After the fall of the Confucian saints, the awe-inspiring righteousness dissipated in the world, and the spirit and spirit were imprinted in the long river of time.

As if the god of death is still there!
If there are brilliant poems published and recognized by the spirit of Confucian saints in heaven and earth, they will manifest visions.

The more brilliant the poems, the greater the vision that manifests.

Ji Chen's poem not only manifested visions, but even manifested a broken formation map. Not only was it recognized by this world, but it also awakened the heroic spirits who died in battle in this world, and restored a scene that once happened here. fighting.

The awe-inspiring energy in Ji Chen's body soared, and his whole body was flooded by the blazing light.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the palace of literature radiates light, and the sea of ​​talent is surging.

Inside the Palace of Literature, a statue manifested, it was Ji Chen's appearance, lifelike.

The statue is dressed in a Confucian robe with a long sword hanging from its waist.

This is the manifestation of Ji Chen's spiritual power condensed to the extreme. Putting it in the Taoist gate, this is the realm of wandering in the world.

Ji Chen's realm of Confucianism and Taoism has broken through, his righteousness has skyrocketed, and the strength of Confucianism and Taoism has been greatly improved.

In the academy, Dean Yao suddenly turned his head to look at the sky, and he was astonished by the vast vision in the sky.

"The vision of Confucianism and Taoism has manifested, and has anyone made ancient poems?"

He is so powerful, his eyes are blazing white, at a glance, everything separates automatically, he saw the Dingbei Hou Mansion, saw Ji Chen, and saw the article on the rice paper.

I was drunk and looked at the sword by the lamp,

Dreaming back to the horn-blowing company,

When he finished reading this poem, there was a touch of shock in his eyes.

"A good poem, this poem of breaking the battle has written how many soldiers' patriotism, as well as their nostalgia for the army after their twilight years. The gift of a literary sage really deserves its name."

While Dean Yao was shocked, he also felt very sorry that such a good seedling was someone else's student.

A group of Confucian masters in the academy flew into the sky in unison, looking at Dingbeihou's mansion.

"It's such a poem that breaks the formation with one hand, but it actually caused such a shocking vision."

"Gen sage, is my Liangzhou mansion going to produce another sage?"

"A poem triggers a shocking vision and manifests an ancient battlefield. It's really amazing."

"A poem through the ages!"

The so-called poetry of a thousand does not necessarily have to be handed down through the ages. Poems that can manifest visions must be handed down through the ages, so they are called the poems of the ages.

As the demon master, Ding Zhao stood on the ridge of the roof, looking at the vision in the sky, "The sage of literature manifests, Confucianism and Taoism come together, and another genius emerges."

In the Liangzhou mansion, Xu Yuzhai also looked at the vision in the sky with complicated expressions in his eyes.

At this moment, in Liangzhou City, no matter whether they were aristocratic families or ordinary people, they all put down their things, looked at the sky, and immersed themselves in the shocking vision.

In Dingbeihou Mansion, everyone in the courtyard was stunned, watching this scene in astonishment, unable to believe it.

They actually witnessed the birth of an eternal poem, witnessed the spectacle of the vision caused by the poem, the magnificent artistic conception of gold and iron horses, and the battle on the battlefield, was shown by a poem.

The vision appeared for a long time and then slowly dissipated.

Ji Chen's talent is exposed all over his body, which is a sign that his talent has not been fully restrained because he has broken through the realm of Confucianism and Taoism.

"Good, good, good, good poetry!"

Zhao Qingcheng praised and was very excited. To witness the birth of an eternal poem and the vision caused by the poem, today's gathering is worth it.

There is no need to comment at all, and no one at the scene is qualified to comment on this poem. Poems that can be recognized by the world are all poems through the ages.

"Does this poem have a title?" Zhao Qingcheng asked curiously.

"It's been a while!" Ji Chen said.

"Broken for a while." Zhao Qingcheng muttered, "A good title, it fits well with the poem!"

She is a soldier, and she especially likes this poem.

Xia Liyun looked at Ji Chen, his eyes were full of curiosity, surprise, and anticipation.

She opened the mouth and said: "This poem can be entered in the Daxia Confucian Church, can you let me take it back and put it in the Confucian Church."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone on the scene was shocked. It is definitely the highest honor for a scholar to enter the Confucianism hall.

Confucianism Hall, the supreme hall of Confucianism and Taoism in Daxia, where all Confucian saints are worshipped, even some great Confucianists may not be able to write a poem that can enter the Confucianism Hall in their lifetime.

But Ji Chen did it when he was crowned, which made everyone both envious and jealous.

Ji Chen nodded and said, "Yes!"

Xia Liyun waved her hand, and a maid came over and picked up the rice paper carefully, for fear of making a mistake.

The rice paper was displayed in front of Xia Liyun and Zhao Qingcheng, and the moment they saw the handwriting, their eyes lit up instantly.

"What a beautiful word!"

Especially Zhao Qingcheng was very surprised. She has studied calligraphy very well, and she can tell at a glance that this character does not resemble any school, but a school of its own.

Ji Chen actually created a new line of fonts.

"This word is worth money!"

She realized in an instant that this piece of rice paper was worth a lot of money, no matter whether it was handwriting or poetry, it could not be copied.

After all, the vision of heaven and earth will only appear when writing for the first time, even if Ji Chen himself writes the same poem for the second time, the vision will not appear again.

At this time, a Confucian scholar below said: "Your Highness, General, may I also pay my respects."

Everyone was looking forward to it, eager to watch it, but with Zhao Qingcheng and Xia Liyun around, they didn't dare to pass by.

Xia Liyun nodded upon hearing this.

The two servant girls next to them hurriedly found a tray, spread the rice paper on the tray, pressed it down with a ruler, and then stood up the tray.

The two knew that this sticker was very valuable, so they were very careful.

A group of Confucian scholars hurriedly stood up and watched closely.

"Good word!"

First of all, the handwriting catches everyone's eyes.

"This word is in a class of its own!"

"My God, brother Beigui has created a line of fonts."

"'This post is worth the money!"

"Nonsense, let's not talk about this word. Just because this poem has caused a vision, this post is a priceless treasure. Every word contains Dao Yun. Otherwise, you would think that any rubbish poem can enter the Confucianism hall."

Compared to everyone's amazement and amazement, Fang Jingyu and the others looked much uglier.

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At the third watch, ask for a monthly ticket!

(End of this chapter)