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Tianyahai Pavilion, fifth floor!
Everyone was surprised to hear Bu Linfeng's bitter words.
Plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums were called the four gentlemen of flowers by the ancients, and plum blossoms ranked first among the four gentlemen. Among Confucianists, most people like to write about plum blossoms the most.
The fifth-rank immortal poem written by Dang Chu Linfeng was written about plums, and it was also because of this poem that Bu Linfeng was admired by Mr. Shi Zhichang, and he finally became his eighth closed disciple, reaching the sky in one step.
And at this moment, in this Tianyahai Pavilion, there is a person who is even more outstanding than Bu Linfeng in writing plums.
But why is such an amazing person so silent? !
"Zhao Feifan?! Where is he?"
Mr. Shi Zhichang read a name, his gray brows slightly frowned.
?Because he had a doubt, the poem "Plum Blossom" is not just a poem, the handwriting is even more unrestrained, unrestrained and unrestrained, with the style of a master of calligraphy.
However, the three characters "Zhao Feifan" written in the pen are considered delicate in the eyes of outsiders, but they are obviously different from the handwriting of the poem "Plum Blossom".
On the fifth floor, everyone looked around, wanting to see who this Zhao Feifei was.
As for Bu Linfeng, he looked at Zhao Linger with a horrified expression on his face.
He guessed right, Zhao Linger came out, blinked her peach blossom eyes and looked at old Mr. Shi Zhichang.
"Your name is Zhao Feifan?!"
Mr. Shi Zhichang looked stunned.
"My name is Zhao Ling'er, and Zhao Feifei is my husband-in-law!"
The three characters "Zhao Feifan" inscribed on the rice paper were written by Zhao Linger just now, so it is different from Bu Feifan's handwriting.
"So, this song "Plum Blossom" was composed by your husband-in-law?"
"Well, it is indeed the work of my family!"
Shi Zhichang was still not quite sure, but he searched the sea of ??memory and found out that no one in his impression had written this poem, it should be the first without a doubt.
"Okay, I'll take a look. If there are no better poems, your husband should be the number one in this Great Winter Festival!"
"Thank you, old sir!"
Zhao Linger's excited little face was flushed, and many Confucianism cultivators almost stared at her dexterous appearance.
As for Bu Linfeng, he had a bewildered expression on his face.
That Zhao Feifan actually wrote a poem that was at least at the sixth-rank immortal level? Doesn't it mean that his attainments are higher than his own?
"How is it possible? That apprentice can compose poetry? Just kidding!"
"And when did Bu Feifan become Zhao Feifan, well, it shouldn't be the same person!"
Lin Yueru stared blankly at Zhao Linger, and in the end, she could only comfort herself in this way.
Mr. Shi Zhichang flipped the rice paper by himself, and soon his movements froze again.
"This song "Northern Wind" has a very good artistic conception and a majestic momentum. This is it!"
Mr. Shi Zhichang looked at Lin Tiannan, smiled slightly and said, "Little friend Lin, you gave birth to a good girl!"
"Brother Shi, could it be that this song "Northern Wind" was made by a little girl?!"
Lin Tiannan looked at Lin Yueru not far away in shock.
"Indeed!"
Having been affirmed by the old Mr. Shi Zhichang, Lin Yueru was extremely happy, and waved her pink and tender fists at Zhao Linger in a demonstrative way, Zhao Linger just smiled back.
Soon, the third poem came out.
"Well, this song "Snow Plum" has a long artistic conception and simplified notation. It is really rare. You two friends can take a look!"
Shi Zhichang handed a piece of rice paper to Lin Tiannan, and Lin Tiannan passed it to Liu Mang after reading it.
"This "Snow Plum" must be at least a sixth-grade fairy poem, not too much, not too much!"
"Mr. Shi really taught a good student. This poem, even if I am a semi-sage of Confucianism and Taoism, it is difficult to make it. It is really like the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing the waves ahead!"
On the fifth floor, there was an uproar.
Liu Mang said something about Mr. Shi's student, and the identity of this person is ready to be revealed.
Among Shi Zhichang's eight closed disciples, only Bu Linfeng is currently in Tianyahai Pavilion.
"Congratulations, congratulations, Mr. Linfeng, for writing a new sixth-grade fairy poem "Snow Plum"!"
"With such amazing talent, Mr. Linfeng is a role model for young Confucian cultivators of my generation!"
Bu Linfeng is really happy this time? laugh.
He thought about this song "Snow Plum" for three years, read too many poems written by Confucian and Taoist sages, and collected the essence before writing it. It can be said that it took a lot of effort.
Can be valued by the teacher, as expected!
Due to too many outsiders, it was difficult for Shi Zhichang to show extra concern, so he just nodded appreciatively to Bu Linfeng.
But that's enough!
Zhao Linger looked at Bu Linfeng in surprise, and Lin Yueru did the same.
Neither of the two women expected that this Bu Linfeng would have such a talent, so it's no wonder that Shi Zhichang would have taken a fancy to him.
There were more than a thousand copies of rice paper, and the last few pages were left soon. When collecting the rice paper, Zhao Linger was afraid that if she handed over two copies in a row, someone who cared about her would find out and make a fuss about it.
Therefore, she handed in one copy after another, which resulted in Bu Feifan's two poems not being discovered by Shi Zhichang together.
Seeing that there were only a few sheets of rice paper left, Zhao Linger was very worried.
Could it be said that "Winter Snow¡¤Bie Jun" was not taken by Shi Zhichang?
impossible!
The seventh-rank hymns were praised so much by Shi Zhichang, how could it be possible that the ninth-rank hymns failed?
Soon, only the last page of rice paper was left in Shi Zhichang's hand.
Obviously, everyone on the fifth floor saw Mr. Shi Zhichang's expression change several times.
Every time he hesitated to speak, Mr. Shi Zhichang finally looked at Zhao Linger.
"Miss Zhao Linger, right? Since you said that the song "Plum Blossom" was written by your husband-in-law Zhao Feifei, I dare to ask a question!"
"You say!"
Zhao Linger said obediently.
"Your husband, are you also in Guangling City?"
"yes!"
Old Mr. Shi Zhichang breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Then please inform him, let your husband-in-law come to Tianyahai Pavilion in person, and I will send a book boy to pick you up and see you and your wife all the way. What do you think?"
Zhao Linger was stunned!
She took Bu Feifan's two poems to participate in the Great Cold Festival this time, and she came here without telling Bu Feifan.
She has full confidence that Bu Feifan's poem can win the first place in the Great Cold Festival and get the Dimensional Sumeru Ring.
She wanted to give Bu Feifan a surprise, but of course it was impossible for Bu Feifan to come over at this time.
"I refuse!"
As soon as Zhao Linger finished speaking, Shi Zhichang frowned, and everyone on the fifth floor consciously stayed away from Zhao Linger.
Because everyone looked at Mr. Shi Zhichang's changed face, and through the conversation between him and Zhao Linger, two words came to mind.
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