Watching the fox go away, Xu Xing and Xue Zhou also walked slowly along the stone path.

The breeze blows, either white or pink plum blossoms, the faint fragrance floats and sways.

Xue Zhou smiled and said, "Brother Xu, is there any poems in this scene now?"

Xu Xing said lightly: "No."

Xue Zhou was choked.

In this era, whenever scholars are asked about poetry or for their face, they will write a few ordinary works, and some use old works to count, which is absolutely nothing like walking slowly.

"Yes, if you don't have the aura of poetry, how could you force it?" Xue Zhou chuckled, as if explaining to Xu Xing.

Xu Xing smiled slightly, not saying anything.

In this world, rulers of all dynasties value the most classical morality. At first, poetry, songs and essays were only circulated among some outsiders, but later gradually spread to Shilin as a way of entertainment.

The imperial examinations' lack of attention to poetry and songs has greatly affected the level of poetry in this world.

He didn't know Xue Zhou's details, so he didn't want to be quick and easily copying the article.

However, many things are not subject to human will. When scholars interact with each other, they will inevitably talk about poetry.

Xu Xing came to Cuiping Mountain by himself. Whenever Mr. Jin and others talked about poetry, he always deliberately kept silent.

This naturally caused dislike among Mr. Jin and others, but Xue Zhou, who knew Xu Xing's "details", was more curious.

In fact, the logic is not difficult to understand. Everyone comes out to appreciate the snow and find plum blossoms, recite poems and write poems, and what is it that you are silent?

Just like in later generations, when I go to KTV with my friends, no matter whether I sing well or not, I have to scream twice.

When you come out to play together, you sit in the corner and just eat fruits, it looks like...

"Brother Xu thinks it's exhausted, his literary thoughts are exhausted. Even if he does it, it's just a mess."

A sarcastic voice came.

But at some point, Mr. Jin, Liu Yi and others walked out of the plum forest.

Zhong Lin looked at Xu Xing with a sneer.

Just now, the white fox was let go by Xu Xing, and Zhong Lin felt resentful in his heart.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, I will naturally exhale a sigh of anger.

"This Xu Shenzhi did not speak a word before, so he must not understand poetry." Zhong Lin thought to himself, "Listen to Liu Hong's classical language, Xu Shenzhi has no good works in his daily life."

In fact, Zhong Lin guessed correctly. Xu Xing's predecessor studied the classics hard, and last year he went through the three trials of the county, government and college to win the scholar.

I am not enough to read the scriptures on weekdays, so I have no time to study any poetry.

When Liu Yi heard this, he walked forward, lowered his voice, and dissuaded: "Be careful, don't fight for a moment."

He turned around and laughed loudly at everyone, "Poetry is a minor path after all, so we should read more of the sages and sages' scriptures and morality tomorrow..."

Xu Xing's face was slightly cold, his eyes were bright, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Mr. Xu did it, what do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Xue Zhou smiled slightly and thought to himself, it was getting more and more interesting.

Mr. Jin watched this scene meaningfully.

"If you do it, I..." Zhong Lin stammered for a long time, but couldn't explain why.

What do you say? What if he does it?

Zhong Lin was worried about gains and losses for a while, and hesitated.

"If Brother Xu does it, Brother Zhong will make an unreasonable fuss and will apologize to Brother Xu." Mr. Jin frowned and said.

Zhong Lin's eyes turned and said, "If you do it, you will apologize to you."

Xu Xing sneered, without saying much.

In fact, he was not very angry about Zhong Lin's provocation, but was just disliked by the trouble.

He could have laughed it off again, but what afterwards?

It must be unscrupulous ridicule.

Xu Xing looked at Meilin in the distance and thought about which song to copy?

Qinyuanchun...snow?

No, this is anti-poem.

Moreover, some places are not suitable for the situation and need to be changed.

Xu Xing pondered for a moment, his heart moved, and he walked forward, and finally stayed in front of a plum tree.

"The plum snow is competing for spring but is willing to surrender, and the money is paid for the Sao Ren Pavilion. The plum is three points whiter than the snow, but the snow is one piece of fragrance."

This is a poem about plum blossoms by Lu Meipo, a native of the Song Dynasty in his previous life.

Compared with Tang poetry, the poems of the Song people are often full of philosophical interests, which is in line with the great prosperity of the principles of the classics in this world.

Although this poem is not stunning, it has its own literary style.

The most important thing is that it matches his identity as a scholar. If he really makes famous works in the past, there will only be two results.

First, everyone does not believe that it was his doing, although it was indeed not his doing.

Second, I believe that after what he did, he would keep coming to the door for trouble.

Sure enough, as soon as this poem was released, Zhong Lin had nothing to say.

Although Mr. Jin did not have much idea of ​​the quality of poetry, he knew how to observe his face and color. When he saw Xue Zhou and Liu Yi's eyes were surprised and surprised, he naturally made a judgment.

Mr. Jin coughed and said, "Good poetry, brother Shen is a talented person."

As he said that, he turned around and blamed him: "Brother Zhong, you were rude just now."

Zhong Lin was stunned. At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, "Have he really done it?"

Seeing that Zhong Lin was still stunned, Mr. Jin pulled Zhong Lin's sleeves, Zhong Lin also reacted. He was about to go down the slope, but he heard a cold voice, saying, "No need, Mr. Zhong just accumulates some verbal virtue and stops hurting people."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Lin's face was covered with red and red skin, feeling ashamed.

Xu Xing was too lazy to see Zhong Lin as much as he could. He even felt that just now was a complete farce.

After saying that, he turned around and left, but planned to go to find the abbot of Dajue Temple and ask about some things.

Xue Zhou watched Xu Xing leave with a strange look on his face and thought, "This casual cultivator has talent. If he is captured by Wuchang in the future, he may be saved."

At first, she suspected that this person was a disciple of those sects who were robbed. Later, she thought, how could those disciples of those sects be guided by their own elders?

They are either disciples from those sects or casual cultivators.

This world is full of spiritual energy and there is no shortage of Taoist sects. There are two schools in Qilu where there are Laoshan sect and Fuyang Sword Sect.

Both families are great sects that have been in charge of Zifu Zhenjun and have been passed down for thousands of years.

"If you are a casual cultivator, you will not be ignorant of the disadvantages of taking over the body." Xue Zhou's eyes looked deep, as if they were faintly flashing.

"Even if you know, you can't help but give it a try."

If you go to the underworld and reincarnate, how can you be willing to forget all the previous life and become a mortal in the next life?

Those who can take over the body are Jindan real people who know that they can't overcome the three disasters. After taking over the body, their souls and physical bodies are incompatible, and it is difficult to build a foundation, let alone condense their magic power again.

"I heard from my father that Zhou Ting in the south has a secret method of dragon energy to determine the body and soul... With this method, Zhou Ting has collected many casual cultivators who have taken over the body of Jindan. I don't know when I will go to the south to see it."

Xue Zhou sighed in his heart.

The south has outstanding people and beautiful places, and she has long wanted to see the Southeast.

In this world, the land of China, the power of the Yin surface is three parts. The south is the capital of the Six Dynasties. It is the place where the dragon courts of all dynasties are located, and the power of the Yin Si cannot extend there.

The Bashu Fengdu Ghost Mansion has formed its own power and is not obeying the orders of the underworld.
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