As Su Lin saw, Zhao Hong was not disturbed by the outside world at all. He directly ignored Ye Mingxin's ridicule and focused on conceiving ice-breaking poems in the sea of ​​wisdom.

At this time, Huang Hezhang, the prefect of Guide Prefecture, agreed to the request of the merchants after discussion. The prefect of Guide Prefecture said to the waiting merchants: "Dear merchant shopkeepers, the late spring cold this year is indeed a bit abnormal. Now the surface of the Yellow River is frozen, and you can't cross the river. Every day of business delays, it will be a day of loss. Therefore, our Guide Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture will hold an ice-breaking poetry meeting to help everyone break the ice on the river and ensure navigation!"

On the other hand, the head of the court, the head of the court gathered the students of the court and said to these scholars and juren: "Today is the cold spring, and the annual poetry meeting of the court is based on ice breaking. The students have shown their talents and the merchants of the past are willing to invest 100,000 taels as the lottery. Moreover, this is also your opportunity to make a name for yourself. If there are also some of you who can write poems like Su Lin, the genius, and not talk about anything else, these merchants of the past will bring your reputation to all countries in the country and the Tianren continent..."

Although Fang Zhengye knows the qualifications of the students in his home, he knows that the most powerful among them, he writes a poem about Mingzhou that is amazing, and it is impossible to have a national-level poem. However, he always has to say this. Only with the motivational effect can the students be more motivated.

In the crowd, Su Lin almost laughed and broke away when he heard Fang Yuanshou's words. He never expected that he had never been regarded as a role model on earth since he was young, but on this Tianren Continent, which is the supreme Confucian and Taoist Continent, he could be regarded as a role model for his disciples by the court of a prefecture.

"Criminal, did you hear it? Haha... the head of the Fangyuan of Guide Mansion treats you as an example! But that's right. Now let alone Wu, there is no other genius like the prince in the entire Tianren continent. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he wrote several poems in the country, and he won three imperial examinations in a row. At the age of sixteen, there are not many people on the entire Tianren continent!"

The Grand Secretary Ye Hongye of course was happy to see the praise and recognition of Su Lin by others, whether it was positive or side. Now, as Su Lin’s door, he is naturally the guest following the host. Su Lin’s fame is so great that his face is also lurking.

"Old Ye, it seems that I am famous now. I guess in other courts, the Masters and gentlemen may have used me as role models. Haha! This feeling is really wonderful."

No one doesn’t like to be famous, no one doesn’t like to be praised. Su Lin naturally enjoys this feeling of being regarded as a role model, but he won’t be so overwhelmed by it. He is just a mere Juren now. In the entire Wu Kingdom, there are no 10,000 Juren, and the entire Tianren Continent has even reached 10,000.

progress!

We must work harder and make progress!

In more than half a year, Su Lin got from a Mengtong exam to a Juren. He also gained a lot of literary treasures and thoughts, which was very difficult. However, Su Lin was not satisfied with it. He wanted to go further and pursue the end of that thought and find his own truth and Tao.

"The head of the court. How do we evaluate the rank of poems written by so many of us? Even if the poems that leave the county at the same time may be divided into high or low, right?"

Some people raised objections among the students in the government office. After all, this poetry meeting not only had a prize of 100,000 taels of silver, but also related to their studies. The annual poetry meeting is also a test to assess students' poetry level.

"This is simple! Look at the current river surface, more than ten miles have been blocked. The ice-breaking poems you wrote, no matter the grade, we only measure the ice range of the river surface that your poems can break. Generally, inequality poems, good ones can break the ice of 100 meters. If the poems that leave the county can break the ice of 50 to 100 meters. If the poems of Dafu are in the range of 100 to 500 meters. The poems in Mingzhou can reach between one to three miles, and the ice surface of the river is more than ten miles long, which is enough to measure your poetry level..."

Fang Zhengye, the head of the palace, pointed to the ice surface of the Yellow River in front of him and said lightly. One mile here is five hundred meters. Even if there are more than 150 scholars and juren, on average, each person's poems can only break through the ice surface of one hundred meters, and one hundred people can still 10,000 meters, which is twenty miles long, which is enough to break through the ice surface of the entire Yellow River.

This is a manifestation of the power of many people. If you rely on personal power, only poetry can you break through the ice surface of the Yellow River in one breath.

"Now, according to the rules of our Guide Prefecture Poetry Association, everyone only has one stick of incense to think and conceive. After one stick of incense, everyone must use the holy power to write poems! Collectively... break the ice!"

The head of the Guide Prefecture Courtyard, just as the task was issued, he immediately lit a stick of incense. All the students were trapped in meditation and thought hard, and they all wanted to shine in this ice-breaking poetry meeting.

The green buds planted on the banks of the Yellow River are floating in the wind, and their vitality is not affected by the cold at all. Many merchants parked their carriages beside the big willow trees to rest, and then waited for the students in the palace to write poems to break the ice and cross the river.

Su Lin and Ye Hongye were hiding among the crowd, and the merchants did not deliberately point out their identities, and turned their attention to the students of the government. After all, as long as they follow the college’s head Fang Zhengye, every student just writes a poem about leaving the county, it is enough to break the ice.

At this time, at the bottom of the Yellow River, Prime Minister Turtle saw so many students from the palace on the shore and shouted: "Grand Princess! Oh no, the students from the Guide Palace have come and held an ice-breaking poetry meeting. You see, Su Lin is already hiding among the crowd, obviously he doesn't plan to take action! If he doesn't take action, we may not be able to confirm whether the spirit of the Qiankun Cauldron is on him."

"Hmph! It's a bad thing again. These human race's Confucian scholars really hate it! If I hadn't been in this inland, otherwise, this princess would have transformed into the true body of the dragon clan and swallowed these Confucian scholars in one bite!"

The dragon clan princess who lived for more than two thousand years was a proud heart, indeed a female demon dragon who killed people without blinking! It is no joke to say that swallowing people. With a dragon's mouth, the powerful suction force is enough to swallow hundreds of living people in one breath. It is no exaggeration. Once, because she was in a bad mood, she destroyed the fishing village on the coast and swallowed thousands of human fishermen and people, which was simply notorious.

"Grand Princess, please calm down! For nearly a thousand years, the Dragon King has finally maintained a good relationship with the saints of the human race. We must be careful. There are many semi-saints of the human race now. If you really want to attack our East China Sea Crystal Palace, the Dragon King can't resist it." Prime Minister Turtle hurriedly advised, "Anyway, the eldest princess has the ice cold bead in her hand. It will be a big deal. I will try my best to freeze it again! I don't believe that Su Lin won't take action!"

The dragon clan's eldest princess Ao Xin and Prime Minister Turtle were hiding at the bottom of the river. The students of the palace on the shore had no idea. At this time, they were racking their brains to think about their ice-breaking poems.

Soon, a stick of incense was lit. As soon as the time came, Fang Zhengye, the head of the palace, announced sternly: "The time is here, everyone, facing the ice surface of the Yellow River, write poems with the power of the holy power within ten breaths!"

"promise!"

In an incense stick, basically, the students of the government, whether scholars or juren, have already conceived their own poems. These poems are of varying quality, but they took the unified posture of Wenbao brushes, used holy power to turn ink, and wrote poems neatly towards the ice surface, which was a huge momentum and amazing.

"Hurry...Look! The ice-breaking poetry meeting of the students of the government college has begun!"

"I've written poetry! This is a 150 Confucian scholars who wrote poetry together. Although most of them are scholars and juren, the movement is probably not small! It's rare to see it! It's rare to see it..."

"So many scholars and juren do icebreaking poems, it seems that they will be open to navigation soon! Guys, prepare the carriage and get on the boat later..."

...

All the students of the government and courtyard lined up, right next to the bank of the Yellow River, leaning against the willow trees along the coast, holding a treasure brush in their hands. They breathed a sigh of relief, and the holy power rolled down from the wisdom trick and turned into the ink in the treasure brush.

After writing, more than 150 scholars and scholars began to write poems, and their momentum was connected. Moreover, since they were studying in the same courtyard on weekdays, there were no obstacles in their mental communication, which meant that they once again played a role in strengthening morale between each other.

When the thoughts are connected, more wonderful ideas will be born. So at the moment when the writing is about to be written, many scholars and juren burst out with temporary inspiration, completely overturning the original ice-breaking poems and writing them completely improvised...

"Spectacular! So spectacular! Unexpectedly, the poems written by these scholars and juren are best just the poems of Dafu, but so many poems are brewing together to appear in the world... They can actually superimpose thoughts on each other and achieve such a wonderful state and momentum... Lao Ye, have you ever seen such a scene?"

Even though Su Lin had no idea about the poems written by these students in the palace, he couldn't help but exclaim that this ice-breaking poetry meeting was really interesting. No wonder those merchants with high vision were also full of expectations. (To be continued...)

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