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Even in the paradise-like fairy island, Zhao Linger has naturally heard of Confucianism.
The heavenly general's literary spirit is full of seven ways, which means that the poems written by Bu Feifan are genuine seven-grade hymns.
What is the concept of the seventh-grade hymn, even if it is the realm of cultivation including status, in the entire Confucianism, Wuya Sheng, who is second only to Confucius, has to ponder for a long time before he can write.
But the steps are extraordinary, the words are eloquent, and after a little thought, he wrote a seventh-grade hymn.
Zhao Linger couldn't help being shocked!
Of course, her shock was limited to the literary spirit of the seven generals, but she did not understand the meaning of the poem "Plum Blossom" itself.
This is like a man who is handsome on the outside, so handsome that everyone praises him for his handsomeness, but he never understands his heart.
This is a kind of loneliness, a kind of loneliness!
Zhao Ling'er will only be shocked by the false name of the seventh-grade holy poem, but will not have any insight into the poem itself.
Many people only care about how brilliant your results are, and autonomously ignore the arduous process of your efforts.
This is sad!
A poem, not to the fullest, Bu Feifan took out a piece of rice paper and was writing a poem!
"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, the north wind blows wild geese and snow.
Don't worry about having no confidant in the future, no one in the world knows the king. "
"The title of the poem is "Dong Xue¡¤Bie Jun"!"
This poem was written by Bu Feifei and recited by Zhao Linger.
After the chanting was over, the heart of heaven trembled, and then nine majestic pillars of cultural energy fell down like a river of stars, and the vast milky white halo enveloped Bu Feifan's figure, permeating a sacred atmosphere.
"Ninth grade hymn! Bu Feifan, you made a ninth grade hymn in such a short time!"
Zhao Linger's pupils contracted violently, her little head was already a blur, her thoughts froze, and she looked at Bu Feifan in horror.
What is the concept of the Ninth Grade Hymn?
The head of the five Confucian sages, and also one of the Confucian ways, except for the sages of Confucius, Yan Hui, who has achieved the highest achievement, only wrote five nine-rank holy poems in his life.
Even if it is Kong Shengren, the founder of Confucianism and Taoism, there are countless nine-rank hymns he has written, not to say that they are too many to count.
And the steps are extraordinary, in such a short period of time, I made a nine-grade hymn.
This was no less than a magnitude 10 earthquake. Zhao Linger had never understood that her husband would have such an unparalleled talent.
"How about it, your husband is amazing!"
Bu Feifan looked at Zhao Linger with a smile, his expression remained the same.
"Bu Feifan, aren't you excited at all?!"
Zhao Linger asked, if it were another Confucianism cultivator who made a ninth-grade hymn, he would probably faint from excitement.
However, Bu Feifan gave Zhao Linger the feeling that it was as simple as making a ninth-grade hymn, as simple as eating and drinking.
"What are you excited about?!"
Bu Feifan shrugged helplessly, he couldn't experience the point of excitement at all.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
At this moment, there was a hasty knock on the door, and Bu Feifan frowned, with the intention of killing someone.
Zhao Linger went to open the door, but found that the person who came was that Bu Linfeng.
"Brother Fei Fei, I seem to feel that there is a literary energy fluctuating. This kind of literary energy is very special, like the literary energy of a heavenly general. This is a vision that will only appear when the first poems are entered into the product. Have you noticed it?!"
Bu Linfeng's eyes flickered. He didn't deliberately find an excuse to get close to Bu Feifan and Zhao Linger, but he really felt the fluctuation of Tianjiang's literary energy, which was so vast that it shocked him.
"no feelings!"
Bu Feifan looked at Bu Linfeng coldly, very upset that this guy disturbed himself and Zhao Linger.
"Maybe I noticed it wrong, hey, Brother Fanfan, are these two pieces of rice paper poetry? Can you let me have a look?!"
As he spoke, Bu Linfeng was about to enter the door, but Bu Feifan had already had quick eyesight and quick hands, and put away the two pieces of rice paper.
"Sorry, my wife and I are going to rest, Brother Linfeng, please go out!"
Bu Linfeng didn't mind, he walked in shamelessly, patted Bu Feifan on the shoulder, and said, "Brother Feifan, everyone is a Confucianism cultivator, and they all know how difficult it is to make good poems!"
"Don't be discouraged, study hard, read more poems and dictionaries of our Confucian sages, there will always be inspiration!"
"Or you can also worship my master as a teacher. Under the guidance of my master, I made a fifth-grade fairy poem, which was regarded as a classic by the younger brothers and sisters of the academy. Alas, ashamed, ashamed!"
When he said these words, Bu Linfeng bit the "Fifth Grade Immortal Poetry" very hard, as if he was specifically reminding him to make Ren Feifei and Zhao Linger firmly remember this point.
"Brother Fanfan, how are you? If you want to join Baihe Academy, I can ask the master to intercede. Now Confucianism cultivators, both men and women, you can also bring Linger to join our academy!"
Bu Feifan really wanted to cover Bu Linfeng's face with his fist at this moment, he looked at this fellow expressionlessly, and said, "Ha ha!"
Bu Linfeng's handsome face froze in place, he couldn't smile or not, it was extremely embarrassing.
"Brother Fanfan, the prize for the Great Cold Festival is the Dimensional Sumeru Ring. If you are interested in participating, come!"
In order to eliminate the embarrassment, Bu Linfeng left such a sentence, and walked out of Bu Feifan's room in despair.
"Dimensional Sumeru Ring?!"
Bu Feifan looked startled, and there was a hint of longing in his star pupils.
This trace of longing was caught in Zhao Linger's eyes without a trace.
"Are you going to the Great Cold Festival?!"
Zhao Linger asked.
Bu Feifan thought for a while, but still shook his head: "No, it's boring!"
"Can you give me these two pieces of rice paper? I want to keep it, after all, it's the first time I've seen you compose poetry with my own eyes!"
"of course!"
Bu Feifan folded the rice paper, handed it to Zhao Linger, and said, "We are married couples, and what is mine is yours. If you want to take it directly, you don't need to ask me!"
"Um!"
Zhao Linger's heart was as sweet as honey. She held two pieces of rice paper, looked at Bu Feifei and said, "I'm going to go shopping. If you're sleepy, go to bed first!"
"good!"
After watching Zhao Ling'er leave the room, Bu Feifan took out the green bamboo, and gathered literary spirit on the finger sword, like a steel needle, carefully carved the holy poems on the surface of the green bamboo with holy calligraphy.
He has no time to sleep!
After Zhao Ling'er left the inn, she didn't go shopping, but went straight to Tianyahai Pavilion!
Tianyahai Pavilion, the place where Guangling City holds the Great Cold Festival! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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