Ninth Grade Jailer: He actually went on a blind date with the leader of the Demon Cult at the beginn

Ah, what happened? Why did a portrait appear in the sky?

Hey, this virtual image looks familiar! Oh, isn't this a portrait of Jian Yuyan? The old man's grandson studied at Lushan College. I saw Jian from a distance at the foot of Lushan Mountain last year!

It turns out that he is Jian Yuyan, the great scholar with many talents all over the world. I heard that he was the one who fought with the barbarians twenty years ago and drove out the Northern Barbarian envoys who came to cause trouble from Chang'an City!

An older man recalled with regret.

After ten breaths.

The shadow turned into dots of light and poured down, falling on all the people who knew Jian Yuyan by the Ba Bridge.

Hey! I suddenly feel energetic.

Oh, me too. I suffered from the autumn cold last night and I feel weak today. But I had to go to the city to work. I didn't expect that my body suddenly recovered. Could it be that the Bodhisattva appeared?

The Bodhisattva of Fart has appeared. This is Master Jian Yuyan using his literary energy to heal you. Kneel down and kowtow to express your gratitude.

The crowd was whispering and talking.

Visions of heaven and earth... this, this, this is... a war poem?!

How is this possible? Li Zian's foundation in Confucianism and Taoism is ruined, how can he write war poems?

All the students on the scene, as well as the three great scholars Wang Ziyun, Wang Yangming, and Du Yan who were offering wine, also looked shocked!

Is this the vulgar martial artist Li Zian?

Give me a break!

If this is vulgar, then they will live like dogs for a long time!

At this moment, all kinds of envy, jealousy, and hatred arose spontaneously, and everyone looked at Li Zian with complicated thoughts.

All right.

They admitted that they were sour!

The pair of teachers and students, Jian Yuyan and Li Zian, will be recorded in the annals of history and will be remembered forever.

well.

Why am I not such a good student?

Wang Ziyun looked at Xu Yuncheng, whose face turned blue and white, and sighed. Xu Yuncheng is good, but compared with Li Zian... no, there is no comparison at all!

I looked at the farewell poems written by my disciples and found them boring...

Du Yan thought of Lu Zhishan.

But Lu Zhishan didn't come today.

Fortunately, he didn't come.

Otherwise, he will die of depression.

Wang Yangming, on the other hand, has a mentality like a spring breeze.

Because he thought of the only female disciple - Luo Mi.

hey-hey.

The south wind blows the old nine-curved wave,

Luo Shen's hair turned white overnight.

After being drunk, I don’t know whether the sky is water or not.

A boat full of clear dreams fills the galaxy!

As long as this female disciple is here, the more famous Li Zian becomes, the more he will be unable to avoid this poem.

Then he, the teacher of Little Luo Shen, can keep picking at Li Zian's wool until he dies!

So far, a total of 508 war poems have been recorded in Confucian history.

Li Nuo's farewell poem became a war poem, so any Confucian scholar who has reached the eighth level [Literary Mind State] can use it. As for how much power it can exert, it depends on each person.

Think about it, there are thousands of Confucian students who have traveled all over the world, and from now on they all have the opportunity to learn this war poem, so the names Li Zian and Jian Yuyan are absolutely unavoidable.

Who in the world doesn’t know you!

From now on, Jian Yuyan's reputation will probably be comparable to that of Yasheng and Confucian Sage!

At this moment, Li Nuo had ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping past in his mind.

Looking at the enthusiastic eyes of these Confucian scholars, it seemed as if they were going to eat him alive. It was too scary.

In fact, he just wanted to show off casually, but he didn't expect that the pretense seemed to be a bit too much...

Of course, the only thing that reassured him was that he only contributed three-thirds of this war poem, and the rest was due to his mentor.

No one in the world knows you.

If this jun were replaced by another person, then this poem would be far from the level of a war poem.

Who doesn't know that Jian Yuyan has been teaching and educating people in Lushan for more than thirty years, and has gained students all over the world!

This is the most fundamental thing!

Li Nuo just fully released the reputation and prestige that Jian Yuyan had accumulated over the past thirty years at this moment.

He does not produce water, he is just a porter of nature!

But fortunately so.

otherwise……

His literary spirit must be sealed again. Mountain Chief Li Qi is afraid of internal bleeding again!

Ahem...that mentor, this poem doesn't have a title yet, why don't you give it a name, mentor?

Li Nuo really couldn't bear the wonderful atmosphere on the court, so he could only laugh dryly to resolve the embarrassment in his heart.

The students beside Ba Bridge came to their senses, but their eyes still looked at Li Nuo with a hint of strangeness and enthusiasm.

When a poem comes out, the world is shocked.

Is this really the Li Zian who abandoned literature and became a martial artist?

Is this really Li Zian who has exhausted his talents and ideas?

So what have they been studying so hard all these years?

No, I don't believe it! Li Zian, you must have prepared this poem before you abolished the foundation of Confucianism and Taoism! It must be so, it must be so... Hahaha!

The only one who couldn't accept this fact was Xu Yuncheng, who laughed maniacally.

It should have been him who shocked everyone, how could it be Li Zian?

He carefully polished this masterpiece three days ago, so Li Zian can also prepare poems

It must be so!

This is to use oneself to save others.

All the students on the field looked at Xu Yuncheng, who was trembling with Wenxin and looking crazy, with pity, and felt deep regret and sympathy for him.

Even if Xu Yuncheng's poem was placed in the Wenyuan Poetry Society, it would still be a masterpiece that would be ranked among the top three, and the reputation of the talented scholar would be further spread.

However, the most fearful thing about some things is comparison.

Although his poems are excellent works, Li Nuo's is a divine war poem!

And this comparison is like a bright moon to a firefly, or a pearl to gravel!

not to mention.

Some things can be prepared in advance, but some things are about a sudden surge of inspiration.

If a war poem could be prepared in advance, it would not be a war poem. And this is also an insult to war poetry!

Even if it is a masterpiece that is one level lower than a war poem, it must be done according to the situation. Otherwise, the surging literary spring cannot perfectly blend with the scene, and at best it can only reach the level of good.

Xu Yuncheng, Wen Xin is covered in dust.

I'm afraid that Enke will have no chance next year.

While everyone was feeling sorry, they were also a little happy.

In this way, wouldn't he lose a competitor?

Brother Yu Yan really took in a good student, no wonder he is so dedicated... It's getting late, I'm about to set off, so let's just say goodbye!

Wang Ziyun cupped his hand, his face burning hot.

I deliberately went to Bashu two months in advance just to see Jian Yuyan's jokes, but in the end I lost everything...

Comparing this disciple between myself and others, whether it is talent or temperament, there is a huge difference!

But think about it carefully.

Even Zhang Jianshen, Hua An, and others, who were extremely talented and knowledgeable, were severely suppressed by Li Zian, not to mention Xu Yuncheng, the little brother who was talented at the [Seventh level of verbal swordsmanship]!

Hahaha... Brother Wang must do his best to benefit the people of Li and Shu when he goes to Bashu. Since ancient times, Shu has produced beauties. Brother Wang, please don't fall into the gentle land and be unable to get out. Otherwise, there will be no place for this old face.

Jian Yuyan teased him to his heart's content.

It turns out that the feeling of being slapped in the face is so good!

Huh, Brother Jian, you should worry about yourself. The yellow sand in the sky at Shangyang Pass is like a sharp knife, so don't get cut in the face.

Wang Ziyun could only retort feebly, and then he hurriedly boarded the carriage and ordered the driver to drive away quickly, ignoring the students from the Imperial College.

If you stay here, do you want to see Jian Yuyan's name written on the title of the poem by Li Zian with your own eyes? And then he was bullied by Jian Yuyan to the point of being ashamed?

Out of sight, out of mind, just run away quickly.

Haha, Brother Wang, please go away slowly. But if Zi Anru composes good poetry again, I will [Wen He Chuan Shu] let Brother Wang know as soon as possible.

Jian Yuyan laughed heartily and vented her heart.

Comfortable!

readily!