The holy power condenses the holy pen, just like someone holding it in his hand, with strokes, horizontal and vertical strokes, vigorous and powerful, and carving one magnificent and grand regular script characters on the holy text stele.

As soon as the two words Qiu Ci were released, everyone present knew that the last poem in "Sacred Literature" was really Su Lin's Mingzhou work.

"No... impossible! The jealous "Chu Qi" is already the peak talent of Mingzhou! How could there be a poem about Mingzhou that is more outstanding than "Chu Qi"?"

Pan Shi was grinning, staring at the Holy Monument with his eyes intent, and murmured: "I want to see... I want to see... what kind of Mingzhou poetry is..."

"Is this word? Is Su Lin's handwriting?"

Fang Chong, the head of Jian'an Prefecture, did not care about the poems and essays of "Autumn Ci", but instead stared at the fonts on the Holy Memorial Monument with an unexpected look on his face. He couldn't help but exclaim: "This regular script is unprecedented... and unprecedentedly magnificent? No wonder... no wonder the holy pen reappears... If you don't use the holy pen, you will not be able to reproduce such a majestic font!"

“Font?”

Only then did everyone realize and look at the regular script characters under the Holy pen. It turns out that every word is gems, with the brush evenly and hidden the tip, strong inside and warm outside, and the twists and turns of the characters are round and powerful. The overall style is ancient and vigorous, vigorous, and grand. One stroke has a thousand pounds of force, and the body is natural.

Soon, the entire song "Autumn Ci" was presented.

"Since ancient times, I have been sad and lonely in autumn,

I say autumn is better than spring.

A crane lined up on the clouds in the clear sky,

It brings poetry to the blue sky.”

The open-minded and cheerful optimism in the whole poem forms an extremely sharp contrast with the unwilling regret recalling the past in "Chu Qi". When the two are opposite, they are like the Chu River and Han Realm. In the sea of ​​wisdom of everyone present, they seem to be divided into two. Some of their thoughts are touching the death of Xiang Yu, while the other part of their thoughts are feeling the optimism in "Autumn Ci".

"A few strokes and no gorgeous words can even write the bright and open autumn so optimistically. It can be said that he is the first person who has never been sad about autumn in the ages!"

Even Mr. Cai, who has never talked much, couldn't help but exclaim, and a knowing smile appeared on his face. "The Autumn Ci is outstanding with its plain optimism and open-mindedness, no worse than the "Chu Qi". With this vigorous, majestic and grand regular script, this poem can be barely placed on the last page."

"No... How can such a simple and straightforward poem be better than "Chu Qi"? It's just that the handwriting is a little more generous. I'm not convinced. "Saint Literature" is also arranged by the semi-saints of the Temple, with a personal subjective color. "Chu Qi" is the peak of Mingzhou, so how can it be compared with "Autumn Ci"?"

After seeing the full text of the entire poem "Autumn Ci", Pan Shi, the head of Jianning Prefecture, was not convinced. Why are the two poems Mingzhou, but "Autumn Ci" can be the end of "Chu Qi"? He felt that it must be Su Lin's font that aroused the preference of the semi-saint in the arrangement.

"Impossible! The "Chu Qi" written by my great scholar, chanting the life of the ancestor Xiang Yu, the King of Chu, is a mere vernacular poem written by Tong Sheng? I, Chu Tian, ​​was jealous! It must be unfair to arrange the semi-saints in "Saint Text"!"

Chu Tian couldn't help but be jealous. A domineering aura soared from the sea of ​​wisdom, and his holy power surged all over his body, all with a majestic and domineering aura. He shouted at the Holy Monument.

This domineering aura mixed with the juren's holy power, and even the Holy Memorial Monument could not help but shake. However, the Holy Memorial Monument did not express anything else because of Chu Tian's jealous roar. The holy pen on it did not stop. After writing a song "Autumn Ci", it continued to write a large pen.

"Look! The holy pen is still moving... This... hasn't the "Autumn Ci" been written?"

"Maybe it a semi-saint's comment..."

"No, look at it... It's the title of poetry... Yanqiu... Ci... It's Yanqiu Ci. There is actually another poem. Who wrote this poem? It's actually at the end of "Autumn Ci"?"

"I heard... It seems that if a person has several poems in the "Sacred Literature", it will be placed on one page. Could it be... this poem "Yanqiu Ci" was also written by Su Lin?"

"It must be written by Su Lin after "Autumn Ci". Then... Isn't it said that "Yanqiu Ci" is even better than "Autumn Ci". Could it be a national-level poem? Oh my God! How is this possible! Tong Sheng has never heard of the national-level poems written by the national-level poems!"

...

As soon as "Yanqiu Ci" was released, everyone held their breath and focused. They stared at the holy pen intently, swaying horizontally, vertically, and stroked. Even the unwilling Pan Shi and Xiang Tianni, who were unwilling to lose, widened their eyes and looked over incredibly.

"What is love in the world? It's a matter of life and death. People fly together in the world, and the old wings have been in the cold and heat..."

As soon as the first sentence came out, it was already extremely shocking. Everyone's wisdom sea was suddenly shocked, causing waves of waves. This is the power that only poetry in the country can have! It can truly resonate from the depths of the wisdom sea, and penetrate thoughts and emotions into everyone's heart.

When the whole poem is settled and the last sentence "Visiting the Yanqiu" ends, everyone's thoughts still spread a sense of love that "life and death are a blessing", indulging in that beautiful love and refusing to return to reality.

At the end of the entire poem "Yanqiu Ci", the holy pen wrote eight big characters, which were the comments of Liu Yanfang, the first person in the rotation of the entire temple.

"The most affectionate love! Nothing beyond his authority!"

These eight big words are the highest evaluation of "Yanqiu Ci". The first saint on the rotation to comment and inscriptions means that the entire temple recognizes that "Yanqiu Ci" is a poem that describes the highest level of love. There is no longer a love that can surpass "life and death to agree with each other".

"Zheng the country! It's really a poem about Zhenguo! Su Lin was able to write poems about Zhenguo with a child. He was so angry! He was so angry... I have such a talented boy in Jian'an Mansion, so what kind of court can compare with me?"

"Haha! How shameful is Jianning Mansion this time? Do you think a mere Mingzhou poem can compare our Jian'an Mansion? Haha! I didn't expect that we still have poems about Zhenguo? This is the only poem about Zhenguo in "Sacred Literature" in the past few months. Now they should be convinced, right?"

"Just just now, the head of Pan Yuan was arrogant and bullied me, Jian'an Mansion, and now our court is not enough to avoid the attack. The head of Su Lin, the head of the case, completely suppressed them. See how they will show off in the future!"

"Even Liu Yanfang, the first saint of the temple, wrote an inscription in person. What a high evaluation this is? See what else in Jianning Mansion has to say!"

...

As soon as Zhenguo's "Yanqiu Ci" was released, the scholars and scholars from Jian'an Prefecture immediately became imposing, and instantly felt a sense of singing like a serf. Even the scholar Liu Shimin, who had always hated Su Lin, was refreshed at this time. He felt that Su Lin brought glory to the prefecture, and he also benefited from it. He could straighten his back and raise his head in front of the students of Jianing Prefecture, so he no longer had to withstand their ridicule and contempt.

After a burst of amazement, the scholars and juren from Jianning Mansion also lowered their heads in shame in the face of the students of Jian'an Mansion, and they wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it immediately. They were originally following their heads to Jian'an Mansion to smash the ground and humiliate the other party, but they did not expect that they were suppressed and humiliated by the other party. From the heads of the school to the students, they all had no face! The face was gone!

"It turned out to be a word for governing the country... I... I lost, completely... I thought I would win, but the result was... so ridiculous... A real genius could actually write poems about governing the country in Tongsheng... Am I really old? My eyes have become so short-sighted?"

With a bang, Pan Shi, the head of Jianning Mansion, seemed to have lost all his strength. His legs became weak, and he sat on the ground with his butt, his eyes were dull, and a stream of black essence and blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, murmured intently.

And above Pan Shi's Zhihai, the dark cloud of thought began to lighten and thunder, and a stinking acid rain came. This acid rain polluted Pan Shi's thought water and also quickly began to corrode nearly one hundred holy power peaks.

The dark clouds of thoughts that covered the sky were full of negative thoughts and emotions such as jealousy, regret, unwillingness, hatred, etc., almost covered all the light of the holy power, which made Pan Shi's entire mind stagnate, his wisdom was dim, and even his appearance began to grow old quickly.

"The head of the hospital! The head of the hospital...what is wrong with you?"

"Teacher at the head of the institute..."

Seeing this, several scholars and juren from Jianning Prefecture hurriedly stepped forward.

Fang Chong, the head of Jian'an Prefecture, sighed heavily and then quickly stepped forward. The holy power of thought surged out of the wisdom orifice, and it actually surged like a substance, as if golden resin wrapped around Pan Shi's whole body.

"Old guy! Old guy! We have fought since we were young, have you not fought enough? Why do you have to be divided into a higher level in everything? I had no intention of comparing with you, but I couldn't help myself and was forced by you for so many years. After I was promoted from the Hanlin Academy of the Temple to the Hanlin Academy, I was to avoid comparing with you again, so I did not enter the court to become an official. I wanted to calm down and comprehend the holy path in this Jian'an Prefecture Academy, but you still couldn't let go of this knot... This led to my wisdom being blinded by the dark clouds of thoughts and controlling my behavior by jealousy and hated thoughts..."

As Fang Chong said, he began to melt the Holy Power Mountain in Zhihai. He practiced authentic Confucianism, ninety-nine Holy Power Mountains in the shape of a coral shaped mountain were just one left, and he immediately became a great scholar. However, at this time, in order to save Pan Shi, who was poisoned by negative thoughts, Fang Chong destroyed himself, melted into the holy power, and directly poured into Pan Shi's Zhihai, using external forces to drive away negative thoughts.

At the same time, Xiang Tian, ​​the descendant of the King of Chu who wrote "Chi", was jealous and his eyes were about to break. Looking at every word of the "Yanqiu Ci" on the holy stele, he suddenly roared: "Life and death promise! Life and death promise! The damn love that should be made between life and death promises! It was because of this damn life and death promised that the demon Yu Ji committed suicide, and the overlord refused to cross Jiangdong..."

It seems that compared to the suppression of "Chu Qi", the love idea of ​​"living and dying together" in "Yanqiu Ci" angered Xiang Tian's jealousy and made him completely crazy.

Xiang Tianyan suddenly roared angrily, and his domineering aura that could no longer be restrained soared out of the wisdom hole. The juren had the holy power of a wall, but Xiang Tianyan actually turned into a holy sword, held it in his hand and wanted to chop it hard towards Su Lin.

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