"Damn it! Is this a projector? It looks very high-end!"

Tang Can, who was still worried about which poem to write, could not help but be attracted by the scene in front of him.

After all, what Su Zhao used can be said to be a real magic weapon of the immortal family.

Anyone who has eyes knows that the colorful treasure criticism he holds in his hand is not a common thing.

The poems written by the talented Jinshi with the theme of "moon" were projected in the air of the banquet.

"Sending the Moon"

The bell of the ancient temple begins to move,

The moon is not clear.

A sound from the sky,

A journey of thousands of miles.

After the reflection of this poem word by word, a white light lit up again. The poem "Sending the Moon" in the air disappeared one by one, slowly evolved into a semi-empty picture.

The night moon is hazy, and the ancient temple outside the mountain is lonely. Guests who come from far away are coming down the mountain to leave. At this moment, the bell suddenly sounds, as if coming from the sky. When the guests hear the bell and look back, the ancient temple seems to be in a very far place.

The poem "Sending the Moon" actually refers to seeing off guests.

As for why this distinguished guest came to the ancient temple in the mountains, whether the monk or lay Buddhist lived in the temple, what is the relationship with the guests?

Why did the guests leave late at night now, and did the bell ring for him when they found him secretly leaving?

All of this is in the words of the poem, but it is in every word in the poem.

But after only a few breaths, everyone saw the farewell scene shown in this poem.

"Young Master Su is indeed a member of the Immortal Sect. Is this the legendary immortal magic? It is really amazing to turn the scenes in the poem into images visible to the naked eye."

"I really didn't expect that I could still see the real magic of immortals in this life. If I had known this, I would rack my brains to carve out a fine poem, and maybe I could show such a magical picture."

...

Everyone was amazed, after all, no one had seen such a magical magic weapon of the immortal family.

Su Zhao, who held the colorful treasure mirror in his hand, was the first time he used it. When he saw the illusory picture appear, he was stunned.

Then I instantly understood why my master attached so much importance to it and asked me to go down the mountain to find poetry.

Because, just when the five-colored treasure appraisal emitted a white light, Su Zhao felt a power that could not be explained clearly, and suddenly rushed into the five-colored treasure appraisal in his hand.

Even a little bit of it penetrated into his body, and after the light curtain fell, Su Zhao was extremely surprised to find that his weak soul was actually much stronger.

"A good poetic image can actually nourish the power of our cultivators' souls. No wonder, no wonder Master said so ecstatically that he discovered an excellent method to cultivate the souls..."

Su suppressed his excitement and immediately walked to Fang Zhong, a Jinshi who wrote the poem, took out a small jade bottle from his sleeve, poured out a pill with a strong fragrance of medicine, handed it over, and said:

"Brother Fang's poem "Sending the Moon" is full of talent, which can make the colorful treasure apparel emit white light. Although this is the minimum standard to inspire the colorful treasure apparel, it is no longer easy. Brother Fang has collected this [Heart Protection Pill] and is considered as the reward for this poem. Brother Fang doesn't mind me taking the original manuscript away from the collection, right?"

Seeing this, the princes and talents around him suddenly stared at the small Yu jade bottle in Su Zhao's hand.

"A poem can actually be exchanged for a [Heart Protection Pill]. Fang Zhong really made a fortune this time."

"I don't see him having any talent for poetry on weekdays! Why did he suddenly feel inspired today and his talent surged?"

"This is the [Heart Protection Pill] refined by Penglai Immortal Sect. It is reported that no matter what disease you suffer from, just one [Heart Protection Pill] can save your life for at least three days and reduce the condition and wait for a good doctor to rescue you. If you can take more than three pills in a row, you can directly cure the disease..."

"Just this [Heart Protection Pill] is completely priceless in the black markets of various countries. It has even reached the point of being ten thousand taels of gold per piece. After all, everyone knows that this is a life-saving pill. Who doesn't want to prepare more for those noble families?"

...

When everyone looked at Fang Zhong, the author of "Looking at the Moon", he was also a little confused and even felt guilty, not very dared to reach out to pick up this precious [Heart Protection Pill].

"Young Master Su is willing to collect this piece of my humble work. It's my honor. Then thank you Mr. Su for this [Heart Protection Pill]."

Holding the [Heart Protection Pill] in the palm of your hand, Fang Zhong hurriedly borrowed a jade bottle from Zhao Ziyun to preserve it.

Then he felt the admiration and praise from all around him. He smiled, but he was extremely grateful. Fortunately, he had revised the poem many times, otherwise he would not be outstanding but embarrassing today.

It turned out that when he heard the theme of the poem "Yue", what Fang Zhong thought of was a thrilling experience of going to a brothel to spend the night in the brothel and being almost caught by his fierce wife at home.

Fang Zhong still remembered that it was a moonlit night. After being squeezed by his fierce wife for more than half a month, he was about to vomit. Fortunately, when his wife finally got her husband's husband, he took the opportunity to discuss the meaning of the scriptures with his classmates and quickly slipped out.

I came to the Yicuilou, I took out the private money I had saved for half a year, ordered two beautiful beauties in one breath, hugged me and hugged me, so happy.

However, after many painful experiences of being chased by his fierce wife to the brothel, Fang Zhong learned his lesson this time and spent two cents to hire a beggar to stare at the door of the brothel.

Once he found out that his tigress had arrived, he immediately rang a big bell at the entrance of the brothel.

So as soon as he heard the bell ringing, Fang Zhong immediately pulled out and quietly climbed over the wall and escaped from the brothel from the backyard, which greatly avoided the fate of being sat on his face by his wife.

This incident made Fang Zhong feel proud. With the hazy moonlight that night, after escaping from the brothel, he heard the beggar ringing the bell again, which means that his wife returned in vain.

So, after Fang Zhong saw the poem "Moon" as the theme today, he immediately wrote down his experience of that day.

However, after writing it, I felt that the artistic conception and pictures in this poem seemed to be very indecent!

No! If you can't write like this, it's really a disgrace to be seen by other talents!

So, Fang Zhongzuo changed two words and two more words, which really made him change his artistic conception and level.

A very good poem "Record of the Fighting of a Soldier and a Weak Man" was changed to "Farewell Poem on Moonlight Night".

"Good poetry! Brother Fang, I didn't expect that you would hide your weaknesses on weekdays. Such good poetry should be included in my poetry magazine this year in Daliang Kingdom, so that more scholars can appreciate it."

"The poem is simple and sincere! This is not a masterpiece among the farewell poems! Young Master Fang is a talented person!"

...

Faced with the praise from people around him, and the charming eyes of several young ladies from various provinces, Fang Zhong also wiped the sweat from his forehead hard, and then bowed with a smile: "Lucky! Lucky... Just a good sentence! Just a good sentence."

He didn't know that the magic weapon of immortals brought by Su Zhao was so powerful. If this had not been revised "Sending the Moon", wouldn't it really be the scene of his rush to escape from the brothel that day?

Very dangerous! Very dangerous!

However, Fang Zhong’s concern is actually unnecessary. If he had not carefully revised that poem, he would not have reached the level of being interpreted by the five-color treasure critic.

It was like the poems sent to Su Zhao one after another, and there were more than a dozen poems in a row, but none of them could make the colorful treasure critic burst out white light and interpret the picture.

After all, the text was projected in the air, it quietly dissipated, and the five-color treasure mirror did not burst out with any color.

Obviously, these poems are not of sufficient level. Many of them are written in a hurry without any sense of true feelings, and their words and allusions are very empty.

Including the Nangong Hua next to Tang Can, the poem he handed over was eliminated by the colorful treasure critic. Then he returned to his seat dejectedly and complained to Tang Can: "It is clearly the masterpiece I wrote with great effort and exhausted my talents. Why can't I get the recognition of the immortal treasure? I also want to see what the peerless beauty described in my poem is like!"

"Brother Nangong, don't be discouraged. It must be that the treasure critic cannot recognize the goods and has buried your masterpiece."

Tang Can comforted Nangong Hua very politely, but who would have thought that at this time, Shangguan Tianming from the Shangguan family came over deliberately and said, "Even so, Brother Nangong, you are much better than some of the idiots that I have handed in a blank paper and can't write a single word."

"That's right! Those who can be invited by Mr. Zhao today can be considered a little talent or fame. Even if they are not inspired for a while, everyone has written some finished products. Mr. Tang has not left a single word. It is obvious that he is disrespectful to Mr. Zhao to Zhenhaihou!"

"Haha! Look! Our young master Tang is probably blew out of his head by someone who recently praised him as the Immortal Lord and descended to earth. His stomach is empty. How can we make things difficult for him and let him write poems?"

...

If you are too handsome, it is annoying.

On weekdays, these young men look similar and don’t care about or compare their appearances.

Including the ladies from various prefectures, most of the people who value the literary talent and martial arts of the princes of each family, and they are very picky in their appearance.

But today when Tang Can came to Shunyi City, they heard a lot of admiration for Tang Can from the ladies of the various prefectures they were good to do on weekdays.

So when Shangguan Tianming took the lead and had such a good chance to step on Tang Can, they were of course happy to put on the mouth and belittle Tang Can.

Even several young men shouted at the ladies sitting in various palaces, just to let those ladies who admire Tang Can know that Tang Can is simply a fool with a handsome face but actually has no goods in his stomach.

"Oh? Jianjia, look... Your favorite young master Tang was surrounded by a bunch of people because he handed in the blank paper!"

On the ladies, Fang Yeying took the opportunity to snatch the rice paper held in Zhao Jianjia's hand.

"Give it back to me! Sister Nightingale, give it back to me... This... this poem was not written by me, definitely not written by me."

After being snatched away by Fang Yeying, the poem he had just written secretly, Zhao Jianjia became anxious and immediately chased after him, saying kindly: "My good sister! Return it to me quickly!"

"Didn't you write it? Then why are you nervous? Hehehe! Sister Jianjia, you have been better than the girl's red since you were a child. Why are you so shy? If the poems you wrote can be recognized by the treasure of the immortal family, then your talent will be great..."

After saying that, Fang Yeying avoided Zhao Jianjia's pursuit, stepped forward and delivered the rice paper to Su Zhao's hand, and said with a smile: "Young Master Su, this is the masterpiece of the Seventh Little Master Hou Mansion. Let your immortal treasures be appreciated quickly..."

"Oh! Sister Nightingale, are you... you want to kill me?"

Seeing that it was irreversible, Zhao Jianjia's face turned red, and her two little hands were pinching back and forth uneasy.

"Oh? It turned out to be written by Miss Jianjia, it must be extraordinary."

Su Zhao was a little surprised and looked at Zhao Jianjia's distance, but saw that her face was blushing at this moment, and she suddenly felt moved in her heart. She thought that Zhao Jianjia was also moved by herself. It seemed that this marriage was almost certain.

As long as you take Zhao Jianjia back to Penglai Immortal Sect with this excellent furnace and cauldron, the Nascent Soul is expected. In addition, the master discovered that the method of using the power of poetry and artistic conception to cultivate the primordial spirit, it is not impossible to reach the God Transformation Stage in the future, or even the legendary Tribulation Stage.

Thinking of this, Su Zhao's pretending to be cold face couldn't help but smile a passionate smile at Zhao Jianjia.

Then he pointed the rice paper at the colorful treasure mirror, and a stream of light appeared in the air by Zhao Jianjia.

"Moon Sorrow"

Half a round of the small building,

Jade dew light fills the imperial ditch.
To be continued...