Divine Book Era

Chapter 30 Cold Moon Fairy
The Dragon Boat Festival is a hot time, the sun is rolling and extremely hot, and the earth is like a steamer. Most people who read books are sweating, and their bodies are soaked and uncomfortable.

Liu Xiu's face was dripping with sweat, and his whole body was hot and dry, as if taking a bath.

Thinking of Xia Ri's poems, I just frown.Looking around again, I saw only a large number of scholars, who were also frowning, depressed, and unable to write poems.And those two talents from Yingzhou, the sun and the moon, also frowned, as if it was difficult to write.

Some scholars have finished writing poems, but quickly discarded them.

The quality of the poems is so poor that it would be embarrassing to hand them in.

At this time, Zhao Yong splashed ink and had finished writing, and handed it over to Mr. Ti Xueshi.

The Tixue envoy looked at the poem and couldn't help but read: "Lazily shake the white feather fan, naked in the green forest. Take off the scarf and hang it on the stone wall, and let the wind blow from the top."

"Informal!" Tixueshi adults laughed, "it fits your character!"

"It's a pity. In the poem, you can come here naked and lie on the bluestone to enjoy the cool air, but you can't do it now!" Zhao Yong said regretfully.

"This poem can be rated as good! Are you convinced?" Ti Xueshi said.

"Convinced!" Zhao Yong said, "The sun is scorching, the mood is already bad, and naturally the inspiration is lacking, this poem is just so-so!"

At this time, Li Xian also finished writing and handed it in.

The Tixue envoy looked at the poem and couldn't help but read: "This poem is called "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion": the green trees are thick and the summer is long, and the reflection of the building is reflected in the pond. The curtain of water is moving and the breeze is blowing, and the whole courtyard is full of roses. Fragrance. This poem can be rated as good. Are you convinced?"

"My song is not as good as Zhao Xiandi's!"

Li Xian commented indifferently.

And at this time, another poem after another was sent up, most of which were medium or good.

Liu Xiu tried to write a few poems, but in the end she discarded them, just because they were so-so, and it would be embarrassing to read them, so it's better not to go.

With summer as the theme, I really can't write good poems.

It seems that the most famous writing about summer is Li Qingzhao's "Summer Quatrains",
Live as a hero, die as a ghost, still think of Xiang Yu, and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

This poem is quite famous, but it's a pity that it doesn't have a taste of describing the scenery. It's a poem on discussion, and the main part has nothing to do with Xia Ri's dime.In a way, it's a poem that's off topic, and while it's brilliantly written, it's off topic.

The last poems submitted were less than a dozen.

Most of them handed in blank papers.

Liu Xiu also handed in a blank paper.

Whoohoo!
Whoohoo!
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up in the mountains.

I saw huge clouds appearing in the sky, blocking the sun, and the hot weather reduced a bit.There was another gust of wind blowing, with an indescribable smell, the leaves rattling endlessly, the green grass on the ground shaking, blowing away the hot feeling between heaven and earth.

Originally, it was hot and sweaty, but now they feel much more comfortable, as if they felt much more comfortable in an instant.

But at this time, the Heavenly Snake King suddenly made a voice: "Silly scholar, be careful. A great monk of Yuanshen appeared. She has already experienced the baptism of thunder and calamity, and her Yuanshen has turned into pure yang, and her strength is extremely terrifying. Even It's me at my peak, not necessarily her opponent, you have to be careful. I'm going to hibernate so that she won't notice me!"

After finishing speaking, the Heavenly Snake King lay dormant completely, as if he wanted to disappear.

The Heavenly Snake King was afraid, and only by hiding completely and restraining all his breath, could he survive.

Suddenly, traces of snowflakes fell from the sky, fluttering like snowflakes in June.

The endless snowflakes formed an extreme contrast with the hot June.

Under this extreme contrast, the originally hot weather became completely cooler, as if entering autumn from summer.

A round of silvery moon rose in the sky, like the only one in the world, and from the silvery moon, a woman walked out slowly, dressed in palace attire, proud and cold, only felt her eyes were cold from a distance, but It can't be played with from a distance, just like a fairy in the moon palace.

All the scholars present were stunned.

"Greetings, Princess Hanyue!"

I saw that the Tixue Envoy quickly got up and saluted.

And Li Xian and Zhao Yong also rushed forward to salute.

"is her!"

Liu Xiu was slightly surprised because he knew the woman in front of him.

It was the Hanyue Palace disciple, Fairy Hanyue, whom I met in Wei Xueshi's mansion not long ago.

At that time, Fairy Hanyue was just a diligent and humble girl, and her status as a disciple of the Great Immortal Sect was just a decoration.But at this moment, Fairy Hanyue is the only one in the world, frightening the world.

"I didn't expect her other identity to be Princess Hanyue!"

"Her cultivation base is really powerful, forcibly reversing the climate of the world, distorting the weather within a three-mile radius, from summer to autumn!"

Thinking about it, Liu Xiu secretly marveled.

With the appearance of Fairy Hanyue, she immediately became the only one in the world, with an air of arrogance and holiness all over her body, which overshadowed the world and made many scholars feel ashamed.Before, the pride of the sun and the moon was a safflower, and many scholars were embellishments; but now, Fairy Hanyue is a safflower, and the pride of the sun and the moon has also been reduced to an embellishment.

"Excuse me!" Fairy Hanyue said in a calm tone.

Soon, the main seat was moved away, and Fairy Hanyue sat in the center of the seat.

With fiery eyes in Li Xian's eyes, he stepped forward and said, "Fairy, come to Phoenix Mountain, Phoenix Mountain is like a phoenix descending, and it is full of splendor!"

Fairy Hanyue said indifferently, without any emotion in her tone, "All the talents from Yingzhou gathered on Phoenix Mountain. Are there any appreciations for famous works and good poems?"

Immediately, the manuscripts were handed up one by one. Fairy Hanyue flipped through the manuscripts, her expression unchanged. After a long time, she said calmly: "It's a pity, there are many talented people in Yingzhou, but none of the manuscripts has the talent of a sage. It's a pity, a pity..."

While talking repeatedly, Fairy Hanyue's eyes moved suddenly, and she looked towards a corner, which was Liu Xiu's direction.

Following Fairy Hanyue's gaze, Liu Xiu immediately felt a chill all over her body. From her bones to her body, everything was about to turn into ice.

Buzz!
As if feeling a sense of oppression, Liu Xiu's bookish spirit surged out, condensed on the top of his head, and turned into a ten-foot-high literary smoke column, impacting in all directions, resisting the power of peeping.

puff!

puff!

The power of peeping on Fairy Hanyue encountered the impact of Wen Qi, and was immediately blocked back.

Boom boom boom!

The momentum of the two sides collided together!
The book spirit is like a roaring tiger, becoming more and more condensed and fierce, countering Fairy Hanyue's aura.

If you are weak, you will be weak, if you are strong, you will be strong!
Usually, the bookish air is soft, without a trace of momentum, without a trace of power, without a trace of sharp breath, but at this moment, it is condensed into one strand, and it rushes away.

This is the collision of Wen Dao and Immortal Dao!

Stab la la!
Liu Xiu felt a lot of pressure and seemed to take a step back.

But that fierce feeling became more and more intense, and the bookish spirit in his body surged and completely exploded.

Bookish third level, the power is fully displayed.

The spirit of the book is like a dragon, twisting and surging, a will surges out of the spirit of the book, and the will in it trembles, forming a force of resonance with the will of the surrounding vegetation, the will of the surrounding mountains and rivers, a kind of fusion The power of the power attracted the will of the surrounding vegetation, the will of the mountains and rivers, and turned into a long sword to fight back.

puff!

Immediately, Fairy Hanyue's body trembled slightly, her aura swelled thousands of miles, and she was exhausted. Her soul was shaking, her five internal organs were heaving, and she suffered a slight injury.

"What a Wendao monk, what a Confucian third-level monk, you can't be petty!"

Fairy Hanyue looked calm and commented in her heart.

A cultivator of Wen Dao is not a Confucianist, and his combat power is not as good as that of a body tempered warrior.

However, Wendao monks cultivated their will and their will was strong, far surpassing warriors and monks.

"I lost a trick. But it's just the beginning!"

The invisible confrontation just now came and went quickly.Ordinary readers don't notice it at all.Only a few people noticed a slight change.

"Cultivator Wen Dao, I never thought that there would be a dark horse here, who would realize the spirit of bookishness!"

Li Xian was slightly surprised, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his heart.

In the Middle Ages, there was no theory of imperial examinations, and there was no theory of fame and fame, and there was only bookishness.Bookishness is strong or weak, which is a manifestation of the strength of knowledge and wisdom. Knowledge can be faked, articles can be cheated, exams can be copied, and literary names can be hyped, only bookishness cannot be faked.

Bookishness is the standard of one's own wisdom.

Wisdom is strong and bookish is strong; wisdom is weak and bookish is weak.

Only later, in order to popularize education, did the imperial examination come into being.

But nowadays, in the eyes of some sage families, the imperial examination merits are still innumerable, and only bookishness is the measure.

"Hmph, what about the third level of scholarly spirit? If you don't become a great Confucian, you are still a waste. It is so difficult to become a great Confucian. I don't think this poor man can become a great Confucian!"

Li Xian comforted himself again.

(End of this chapter)