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On the fifth floor of Tianyahai Pavilion, everyone looked at Bu Linfeng.
"Bushoushi exchanged a middle-grade congenital spirit treasure for a dimensional sumeru ring. This is a profit-only deal, but this Bu Linfeng didn't want to change it?!"
"Hey, this Bu Linfeng really doesn't know what to do. I don't want to give you the innate spirit treasure, but I have to guard a dimensional Sumeru ring that is just tasteless to him!"
"With such an aggressive tone, and speaking so arrogantly to Bu Shoushi, do you really think of yourself as a Confucius sage?"
The people who had praised Bu Linfeng before had turned against him and ridiculed him a lot.
Bu Linfeng grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth since he was a child. When did he suffer such humiliation? His hatred for Bu Feifan has reached a point where he will never die.
"Linfeng, why did you talk to Master Bu Shou?!"
Even Shi Zhichang was furious. After all, Bu Feifei's status and status are there. Bu Linfeng's words are already disrespectful to the teacher and the seniors.
If this matter gets out, Shi Zhichang is not afraid of how others will ridicule him, but he is afraid that Bu Linfeng's future road will be ruined by himself.
Just imagine, a little imperial scholar uttering wild words to Confucius? A monk, satirizing the Taoist Sanqing, and even the Taoist ancestor Hongjun, would have disastrous consequences.
Bu Feifan's talent is absolutely unsurpassed in the past and present, but he maintains high respect for some of the former sages of the Tai Xue Tao, as well as the sages of Confucius. Even if Bu Feifan surpasses these people in the future, he will not be arrogant.
After all, it was these former sages who created the Taixue, and they worked hard to carry forward the Taixue, which is worthy of his admiration.
?Not to mention the poetry aspect, the one who created backgammon alone with extraordinary moves can be called the founder of the ancestor.
And those like Confucius, Daoist Hongjun, and Zhunti, the mother of Buddha, who created Taixue, Zen, and Taoism are the first ancestors.
Disrespect to these people is tantamount to disrespect to a great religion.
"Bu Feifan, I absolutely don't believe in Bu Linfeng, you are capable of eloquence, you are a holy poem!"
"Today, as long as you can make a ninth-grade hymn here, I will give you the Dimensional Sumeru Ring, how about it?"
Bu Linfeng looked at Bu Feifan bitterly, his teeth creaking.
"If you can't do it, then pay me a respect as a teacher, and admit that you Bu Fei is a worthless little boy!"
"Presumptuous!"
Shi Zhichang couldn't bear it anymore, he got up, angrily scolded Bu Linfeng.
He has already given Bu Linfeng the look, what happened to this obedient disciple in the past? Meeting Bu Feifan, it was like taking gunpowder, the only head teacher who treated Taixue so unreasonably. It can be imagined that after today, there will be no place for Bu Linfeng to stay in Taixue.
Many imperial schools on the fifth floor also moved away from Bu Linfeng by coincidence.
"Bu Shoushi exchanged the middle-grade congenital spirit treasure for the Dimensional Sumeru ring. This is because of Mr. Shi Zhichang's face. I didn't expect that Bu Linfeng would not appreciate the good intentions of the first master. That's all, to insult his dignity like this is really a rotten piece of wood that cannot be carved!"
"Bushoushi is 20 years old, and Bu Linfeng is much older than him. Presumably the brilliant talent of the first teacher makes him very unbalanced!"
"Tai Xue, cultivate a whole body of righteousness. My Tai Xue Yashou teacher Yan Hui, Mr. Shi Zhichang who is the first in poetry, including Mr. Fu Nian, the good teacher, and Mr. Mencius, who is not frank? Dang, this Bu Linfeng has such a small mind, he can't see others achieving more than him, it's pitiful!"
Bu Feifan was not too angry.
Looking at Bu Linfeng, he was like looking at a child, yelling at himself.
Can an adult get mad at a child?
Obviously not!
"Since you say that I have earned my reputation, well, I will let you see what is called talent and what is truly amazing!"
Bu Feifan stood up, without even thinking about it, he took the first step and recited the first line of the poem.
"Whoever abandons me, the day of yesterday must not be left behind!"
After taking the second step, Bu Feifei recited the second sentence.
"Those who mess with my mind, what a worrying day today!"
Every time he took a step, Bu Feifan would read a sentence.
"The long winds send the autumn geese away, and you can enjoy the tall buildings!"
"Penglai's article builds a strong bone, and the middle Xiaoxie clears his hair!"
"Both Huaiyi, Xingzhuang, and thinking about flying, want to go up to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon!"
On the fifth floor, many imperial scholars were silent, and the sound of chanting even attracted the students from the lower floors up.
Lin Yueru stared at Bu Feifan obsessively, and her cherry lips chanted silently: "Both Huai Yi is vigorous and eager to fly, and I want to go to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon!"
"What a demeanor this is!"
Every step is extraordinary without any pause, one step at a time.
"When you draw a knife to cut off the water, the water will flow more, raise your glass to relieve your sorrows and sorrows!"
"Life is unsatisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads out boats!"
Seven steps, one poem!
After taking the eighth step, Bu Feifan raised his head and looked at the bright moon outside the Tianyahai Pavilion.
"This poem is called "Bai Yue Su Shenfu"!"
As soon as Bu Feifei's voice fell, above Guangling City, at the center of the sky, nine vast cultural energies descended like nine heavenly rivers of stars, as if communicating with the sky and the earth, ignoring all obstacles, covering Bu Feifan's figure.
Shi Zhichang had already covered Guangling City with literary energy before. It can be said that within a radius of a hundred miles, no matter who writes poems, it is impossible to trigger the vision of heaven and earth.
But Bu Feifan's poem broke through the shackles!
This is the ninth-grade hymn, this vision is earth-shattering, and Shi Zhichang can't stop it.
?In the dark night, those nine literary qi tore apart the heaven and the earth, and the entire Guangling City was like daytime.
Many people in the market walked out of their homes and came to the street, looking up at the vision, all of them were shocked.
In Tianyahai Pavilion!
"Putting a knife to cut off the water makes the water flow more, raise a glass to relieve the sorrow and make the sorrow even more sorrowful. Such a wonderful sentence, I will never be able to write it in this life or the next life!"
"Nine grades of hymns, the first nine grades of hymns, and a poem written in seven steps. This kind of talent is not because I belittled the sage Confucius, and learned from the past and the present. No one can do it to this extent!"
"Life is unsatisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spread out boats. This is an eternal quatrain that can only be written after experiencing the entire life and the entire world of mortals!"
"There is also this sentence: I want to go up to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon. I have read a lot of poetry and books, but I have never seen anyone who can write a poem to such an extraordinary state!"
Not to mention those Taixue, even Liu Mang and Lin Tiannan, who are semi-sages of Taixue, and Shi Zhichang, who is known as the number one poet in Taixue, are in a trance, completely intoxicated by the artistic conception of this poem.
Zhao Ling'er did not expect that Bu Feifan's talent had reached this level, which almost reached the point where all the students of Taixue could hardly hold a candle to him.
Lin Yueru was also stunned, speechless, her clear apricot eyes looked at Bu Feifan with a different kind of brilliance. (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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