Although Xu Qingxiao is not a real scholar, she has attended at least nine years of compulsory education.
Can a poem read by a handsome man be called poetry?
But there is no way, people have lost their memory, and it is not easy to compose a poem in a quarter of an hour.
Xu Qingxiao can understand.
But Xu Qingxiao would not live or die to have this poem engraved in her body.
"Senior, I thought for a while that I might as well compose a poem myself. After all, your status is too high. I'm afraid I won't be able to suppress it."
Xu Qingxiao found a tactful reason and said this.
"That's true. I ignored this point."
The handsome man didn't hear Xu Qingxiao's reason at all, but nodded.
"Then you carve it, and I'll help you keep an eye on it."
The handsome man nodded and asked Xu Qingxiao to engrave it.
"Uh...Senior, how do you carve it?"
Xu Qingxiao also wanted to carve it, but she just didn’t know how to do it.
"You just jump into the pool, mobilize your talents, use your divine pen, and visualize the poems and words."
"But there are two things you must remember. Whether it is a poem or an article, once it is engraved, it must be understood."
"You can't be slow, otherwise the engraving will fail. There are only three opportunities for ten-grade engraving. Once you miss these three opportunities, you have to wait until the next time."
"Besides, you have just entered the printing industry and are not talented enough. It is best not to engrave articles or the like, just poems."
"Understand?"
The handsome man said seriously, asking Xu Qingxiao to pay attention to this.
"Thank you, senior, for your advice."
Xu Qingxiao nodded, and at the same time, her brain began to search for poems and articles.
One thing that is very good is that Xu Qingxiao was a liberal arts student in his previous life, and he was particularly interested in ancient Chinese poetry and articles, so he had read many of them and memorized many of them.
I won’t talk about the 500 poems of the Tang and Song dynasties.
Xu Qingxiao also knew a thing or two about writing prefaces to articles.
I just consider the issue of talent, so I can only engrave poems.
What should I engrave on this first poem?
Xu Qingxiao thought seriously.
Half an hour passed.
Xu Qingxiao suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of a poem.
At the moment, Xu Qingxiao recited it over and over again in her mind. After all, it had to be done in one go. Wouldn't it be troublesome if something went wrong?
"The full text is very long, and the first half does not need to be completely imprinted, just take part of it."
Xu Qingxiao looked at Chi Zhong's talent. After weighing it, he decided to remove the front part and only focus on the essence.
At the moment, there was almost no hesitation.
Xu Qingxiao jumped into the pool.
The pool is not very big, so you can barely sit down cross-legged and even want to stretch out.
Then jump into the pool.
At this moment, all the talents came rushing forward.
Xu Qingxiao closed her eyes and used the magic pen.
The talent condensed and turned into a brush, floating above Xu Qingxiao's head.
"There is righteousness in heaven and earth."
"Complexity gives manifolds."
"The bottom is Heyue."
"The one above is the sun and the stars."
At this time, a majestic voice sounded in Xu Qingxiao's mind.
This is a righteous song.
A poem for the ages.
It is the ancient man Wen Tianxiang’s understanding of Haoran’s righteousness.
Xu Qingxiao thought for a long time about what to imprint on her first article. After much thought, she finally came up with this poem.
Upright song.
Doesn’t Confucianism and Taoism cultivate awe-inspiring righteousness?
Zhengqi songs are most suitable for Haoran Zhengqi.
There is a saying that goes well, don’t look for the best, only look for the most suitable.
In theory, Zhengqi Song should be quite suitable.
However, what Xu Qingxiao didn't know was that Zhengqi Song was not just suitable.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the writing pen hanging on Xu Qingxiao's head fell and the words engraved appeared behind him, the entire literary palace began to tremble.
Bundles of blazing light intertwined in the Wen Palace.
Like a chain of order, they are constantly intertwined and various ways are born.
"Peerless poetry?"
"This boy is extraordinary."
"And it seems that this poem is more suitable for beginners and can lay a solid foundation."
"No wonder he doesn't want my poems. It seems he is prepared."
"Indeed, this poem is better than mine."
The handsome man realized what it was almost instantly. He lost his memory, but there are some things that he is born with.
When he saw that Xu Qingxiao actually wrote a poem that was unparalleled, he couldn't help but be shocked and compared the poems he had written.
In Wenchi.
The poems engraved by Xu Qingxiao are songs of righteousness.
This is a peerless poem, and if it is engraved in the body, it will be of great benefit.
As ancient characters appear one after another, they are imprinted on Xu Qingxiao's back. These characters contain talent, as well as Tao and reason.
"The day of the philosopher is far behind."
"The punishment is in the past."
"Fengyan spreads books and reads."
“Ancient roads shine in color.”
Song of Righteousness, the full text is more than 300 words, all the talent in Chi Nei has been exhausted, and it has been used just right.
And as this poem is finished.
In an instant, Wen Gong stopped.
But the Wenchi where Xu Qingxiao was sitting cross-legged continued to expand.
Six feet.
One foot.
Three feet.
six feet.
Nine feet.
Twelve feet.
Eighteen feet.
Twenty-four feet.
Thirty-six feet.
It expanded to a full thirty-six feet, and Wenchi finally stopped expanding.
It's just that bigger variables emerge.
Wisps of purple awe-inspiring righteousness poured into the pool.
Purple is the ultimate color. This is the highest quality of Haoran's righteousness. Every ray is better than the pool of Haoran's righteousness that Xu Qingxiao had before.
"This is impossible! Purple Haoran's righteousness."
"There has never been anything like this between ancient and modern times."
The handsome man couldn't hold himself any longer.
Some memories were imprinted in his soul, and he instantly understood how terrifying this purple aura of righteousness was.
"The Wenchi is thirty-six feet tall. It has the number of Tiangang and the qualifications of a Confucian sage."
"It seems that someone who can own a literary palace is really extraordinary."
The handsome man talks to himself.
The Wenchi in this Wen Palace is Xu Qingxiao's Wenchi, and it is precisely because of this Wenchi that he can recover.
As for a normal Confucian scholar, when he first enters the tenth rank, his Wenchi is three feet. Before Xu Qingxiao, it was three feet.
But now Xu Qingxiao's Wenchi is thirty-six feet long, which is not only large but also conforms to Tiangang's number of thirty-six.
This is a symbol that represents the high possibility of reaching the realm of Confucian sage in the future.
It can also give birth to Confucian and Taoist magical powers.
At this moment, the handsome man suddenly thought of something, and he immediately spoke.
"The literary pool is more than ten feet long, and it can condense the literary utensils."
"Brother Xu, hurry up and imagine an artifact that can be used to create your Confucian and Taoist cultural artifacts. It will be of great use."
The handsome man thought of something and immediately spoke out to remind Xu Qingxiao, fearing that he would miss it.
As the sound rang out.
Xu Qingxiao was immediately confused.
What?
Fantasy artifact?
What kind of utensil are you dreaming about?
Could you tell me earlier?
How can I figure it out now?
Xu Qingxiao was a little confused.
How could he know what to fantasize about?
"Don't think wildly, hurry up, don't delay. If you miss the Qi gathering stage, you will have to wait until next time."
"Any pen, ink, paper or inkstone will do. As long as it has something to do with Confucianism and Taoism, you can think of it."
A handsome man's voice sounded.
Let Xu Qingxiao think of something quickly without any delay. If you delay, it will be equivalent to losing an opportunity.
"Paper, ink and pen."
Xu Qingxiao closed her eyes, and a brush suddenly appeared in her mind. The brush was entirely emerald green.
But suddenly, Xu Qingxiao had a flash of inspiration.
At that moment, the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and vegetation appeared on the emerald green brush.
Which company has the best facial pinching technology?
What Xu Qingxiao is best at is pinching faces. Although now it's pinching pens, the meaning is almost the same.
The pen is 24 centimeters long and 4 centimeters wide. It is made entirely of green jade. It has the sun, moon and stars, mountains, rivers and trees surrounding it. A phoenix is wrapped around the tip of the pen and there is a phoenix on the tip.
Not to mention, bringing dragons and phoenixes is a bit crude, but it can't stand up to its coolness.
With the dragon and phoenix already added, a little more glow isn't too much, right?
etc!
Add some poetry.
Xu Qingxiao suddenly became energetic, and now he tried to engrave poems and read them.
What poem should I engrave?
The pen is only so long, you can't write too much, otherwise it will look unsightly.
One or two sentences is enough.
Thinking of this, Xu Qingxiao had another flash of inspiration.
There are so many inspirations today.
[Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly improve himself]
That's right, this is the opening line of the Book of Changes.
It is also consistent with Confucianism and Taoism.
And as the words are imprinted on the writing pen, aura of awe-inspiring energy condenses.
In an instant, Wen Gong trembled again.
Inside the Wen palace.
The handsome man once again showed an expression of disbelief.
"Holy weapon!"
"Good guy, is this guy the reincarnation of the Literary Saint?"
The handsome man really didn't know what to say.
He stood there, thinking a little, but unfortunately he had no other memories.
It feels very powerful, but it’s just an instinctive reaction.
At the end, an emerald-green writing pen appeared in front of Xu Qingxiao.
Xu Qingxiao also slowly woke up and opened her eyes.
But in an instant, Xu Qingxiao frowned.
"Who changed my stationery?"
Looking at the writing that fell in front of her, Xu Qingxiao became emotional.
This writing style is completely different from what I imagined.
What about dragon and phoenix?
What about the sun, moon and stars chart?
If there is no picture of the sun, moon and stars, where is my picture of mountains, rivers, grass and trees?
Even if there are none, why are all the words I wrote gone?
Xu Qingxiao frowned and sat in the Wenchi, thinking.
At the same time, the handsome man's voice sounded.
"This is your first-born literary instrument. It is different from what you imagined. You need to continuously improve your Confucianism and Taoism levels before the literary instrument will change accordingly."
As the other party's voice sounded.
Only then did Xu Qingxiao understand.
"Brother Xu, don't move yet. Feel the awe-inspiring righteousness in your body. The Wenchi is thirty-six feet long, which is in line with the number of Tiangang. It may be possible to give birth to Confucian and Taoist talents and supernatural powers. You can try it."
The handsome man spoke.
Xu Qingxiao stopped joking and immediately felt the awe-inspiring righteousness in her body.
really.
The awe-inspiring righteousness in the body formed an ancient character.
【Word】
At the same time, the corresponding information also appears.
After a while, Xu Qingxiao understood what kind of innate power this was.
This word means speech.
My own words, blessing Haoran's righteousness, have a strange effect.
As for the specific effect, I don't know.
I'll have to dig in slowly later.
He waved his hand, and the emerald-green writing turned into awe-inspiring righteousness and disappeared.
Looking at Wenchi, which was thirty-six feet wide and about two feet high, Xu Qingxiao climbed up with some difficulty.
"Thank you, senior."
After climbing up, Xu Qingxiao bowed respectfully to the handsome man.
But this time, the latter waved his hand and said.
"Brother Xu, if you just write it, it will be a peerless poem. The literary pool is thirty-six feet long, and it can condense the embryo of a sacred weapon. I'm afraid its origin is definitely extraordinary."
"You and I are still peers. Don't insist anymore, otherwise I won't be able to bear it."
The handsome man no longer cares about his elders. He had nothing to say before Xu Qingxiao talked about his senior. But seeing that Xu Qingxiao's talent is so terrifying, what if the great saint is really reincarnated?
Then how can you withstand it?
Therefore, peers do not lose money and even make a small profit.
"this......."
Xu Qingxiao still felt something was wrong.
"Don't insist anymore."
"Brother Xu, your Wenchi is thirty-six feet long, and you have laid an extremely solid foundation. Now that you are in the lineage of Confucianism and Taoism, you will not encounter any bottlenecks. It is not difficult to be promoted to a higher rank. You have to read a lot and understand it well.
"
"The more talents you gather, the faster you will advance."
"The lineage of Confucianism and Taoism is not like martial arts and immortality. If you advance too quickly, your foundation will be unstable. Therefore, Brother Xu, don't hold back. You should go up when it's time to rise. Maybe if the level of Confucianism and Taoism is high, you can completely suppress the evil thoughts."
The handsome man spoke, which made Xu Qingxiao happy.
"I understand, senior."
Xu Qingxiao cupped her hands and thanked her.
"I've already said it, no need to call me senior anymore..."
The latter is a little helpless.
However, Xu Qingxiao had already left the palace.
"Senior, until I find out your identity, I'll still call you this. Let's discuss our own affairs."
"By the way, senior, if you think of anything or if something happens, just call me and I will come right away."
Xu Qingxiao's voice gradually disappeared.
next moment.
When you open your eyes again.
It's already light outside the window.
The room was extremely quiet.
It was not very late, and Xu Qingxiao's first reaction was to go to Zhou Ling's house to study, so she planned to wash up.