"You..." Shi Kuan's face changed.

He ignored it and passed by him. Li Xianyuan walked to Zhongyingyi and asked: "Brother Zhong, what are the rules of the Meiyuan Poetry Fighting Conference."

Zhong Yingyi was thrown aside for a long time, and finally got a role. She came back to her senses and said: "There are no rules, five-character, seven-character, quatrain, regular verses and poems are fine. As long as it is related to plum trees and plum blossoms."

Li Xianyuan nodded and came to a row of tables.

A scholar made a living for him, and Li Xianyuan thanked him and stood in front of the desk.

White rice paper spreads the entire table, with four corners pressed by paperweights. The pen is a wolf's brush, and the ink is Yun'an ink.

The surroundings were silent, and other poets and scholars all looked at him. Even Shi Kuan held his breath and looked quietly at Li Xianyuan who was holding his pen and dipped ink.

Holding his sleeves, Li Xianyuan wrote with a stroke.

"At the broken bridge outside the post, I was lonely and had no master. It was already dusk and it was sad, and the wind and rain were even more ruthless."

After all, Ying Yi murmured and said it. Judging from the meaning of the poem, this is the first stanza. But the whole stanza has nothing to do with plum, and even no word mentioned in winter. Could it be that Li Xianyuan couldn't think of it, so he used other things instead?

There were turmoil in the plum garden. The first stanza was written, and the strange phenomenon was highlighted.

A little bit of sorrow filled everyone's hearts, and those who have worries in their hearts will even show their sorrow. A person who is familiar with poetry and lyrics shook his head secretly and did not like Li Xianyuan.

Now that the first stanza has been completed, the strange phenomenon appears so small. Unless the second stanza can give the finishing touch, this poem is just a poem of inferior vision. Although it is a strange phenomenon, it is far from enough to think of the poet.

Could it be that Li Xianyuan is just that?

Just as everyone was confused, I heard Zhong Yingyi recite again.

"I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I let the flowers jealous."

Zhong Yingyi's body was shocked. Isn't this the same situation?

And as this sentence falls, the vision becomes prominent!

The worry that had been filled with several feet of the surrounding area suddenly dispersed, and it was spreading throughout the plum garden in a blink of an eye, and it was still spreading outwards.

Everyone was stunned. The worry dissipated. Suddenly, half of the budding plum blossoms were blooming. In an instant, the entire plum garden was in full bloom, as if spring had arrived!

"This..." Everyone was shocked and looked at the culprit in the pavilion.

The weather... hasn't arrived yet. But as long as the last sentence can still be like this, the weather is like a foregone conclusion!

If the atmosphere of poetry can be seen... many scholars and poets are even more excited when they think of this. They dare not show their grandness, and their eyes stare at Li Xianyuan's pen.

Because Da Shang is in the most peaceful place in the Pure Land, he is not invaded by evil demons outside the territory. Therefore, the scholars have far inferior to other countries in their poetry. It can be seen from the fact that Da Shang has only shocked ghosts and gods in his thousand years. For Da Shang, even the atmosphere poem is enough to compare with the ghosts and gods in other countries.

For scholars, being able to listen to such poems is like a monk eating peaches.

Looking forward to it, Li Xianyuan wrote the last sentence.

"Stones fell into mud and crushed into dust, and only the fragrance remained the same."

Li Xianyuan wrote a word, and Zhong Yingyi recited it. At the end of his speech, his voice was trembling and he shouted out in absent voice.

The poem is completed and the writing is finished.

The strange phenomenon around the plum garden suddenly expanded again. In a blink of an eye, the entire Wanhua Garden, regardless of the outer circle and inner garden, was shrouded in it.

The plum blossoms are in full bloom, the garden is full of spring scenery, full of spring. The faint fragrance of cold plums spreads to Wanhua Garden.

"Meteorological Poem! It's a weather poetry!" a young scholar shouted in dismay.

The same scene appeared in every corner of Wanhua Garden. Many scholars rushed to the plum garden like pilgrimage. There were also a stir in the inner garden. However, they did not dare to look at the carriage in front of them.

He saw the birth of the weather poem with his own eyes. Shi Kuan's bitterness flashed in his face. He bowed deeply to Li Xianyuan, and his tone was no longer presumptuous: "Brother Li is very talented, Shi is convinced."

All scholars have arrogance, but they have even more respect. If they are inferior to others, they are inferior to others. Only those who are sour and corrupt scholars will be stubborn and refuse to admit defeat.

The poem is completed and the writing is finished.

Li Xianyuan sighed in his heart. Most of the things he could remember in his mind were popular, with excellent artistic conception and a well-known poem. How many extraordinary are there in these poems? It was not that Li Xianyuan had intentions, but that he could not find which one to copy an ordinary vision poem even if he wanted to copy.

Although he was full of popularity, he lost another poem about the weather. However, there are pros and cons. At least the eyes are not open and the eyes will not come to find fault again.

He looked at the pavilion in the distance and found that it was empty. The old man left at some point.

Retracted his eyes and looked around. Whether it is civilians, scholars, or officials, they all came with admiration.

Li Xianyuan asked Zhong Yingyi if he wanted this poem. Seeing that he was stunned and did not answer, he put it away.

At this time, Yingyi woke up like a dream. Seeing Li Xianyuan rolling up his poems, it was too late to speak again. The eyes of the poem slipped away, and his intestines were regretful.

"Little Master!"

Suddenly, two unison calls came, Li Xianyuan turned around and saw Princess Ena rushing towards her without any reservation.

Li Xianyuan stepped out to one side and saw Princess Grace in the air changing from excitement to panic.

Li Xianyuan suddenly heard a table behind her. If Princess Ena was asked to do anything, the emperor would probably chop the door with a knife. So he couldn't catch Princess Ena, put it on the ground and retreated, and then he gave up.

The two palace maids came over quickly and looked at Li Xianyuan with gratitude, and began to complain about Princess Cena. If you don’t care about yourself, don’t be reserved.

There was enough limelight, and there was no need to stay here again. In front of everyone, Li Xianyuan and Princess Ena left the plum garden together and walked down the mountain.

I think there are a little more stars and a equally noble aura in the Mingtang. However, following Li Xianyuan's cultivation, this noble aura is gradually useless.

If you are facing the enemy, the spiritual sword is enough. He has not learned the method of verbal swordsmanship. Perhaps it is more effective to deal with the Haoran energy such as demons and ghosts, but in the capital, there are no demons and ghosts to let him go to Hao.

Verbal and verbal...

Li Xianyuan suddenly had an idea. The verbal and verbal sword is a nourishment and tempering the great spirit. It is similar to the sword transformation. Perhaps, there is something in common between the two...?

Just as I was thinking, I suddenly felt something strange. I looked up at the front and saw a monk coming towards me in the path not far away.

The monk was wearing a shabby ordinary monk's robe and walked barefoot on the gravel path in the severe winter. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a face like a crown and jade, fair skin like a woman, and a clear gaze.

Tang Sanzang? Li Xianyuan thought.

The two looked at each other, and Tang Sanzang put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha."

The two look at each other, pass by each other, and intertwine each other.

Li Xianyuan stopped slightly and looked back.

I saw Tang Sanzang walking barefoot all the way up the mountain.

"It's just a monk, what's so good about it?" Princess Cena pouted, suddenly her eyes widened, and she looked at Li Xianyuan in surprise.

"Oh oh oh! I understand!" Princess Cena's jade finger almost poked Li Xianyuan's nose: "You have the same favor as Long Yang, right?"

"puff……"

A maid kept chuckling and then forced herself to bow to Li Xianyuan.

After choking, Li Xianyuan's face was dull.
Chapter completed!