Chapter 84 Haoran's Sword Energy Kills the Little Ghost, Brother An Also Entered the Gate of Heaven and Returned to the Human World
The spirit is proud and lofty, and he is so proud of himself.
In front of the Prime Minister Qin's residence, there was silence, with only the sound of the young man reciting poems, like a huge wave rushing out, hitting the wall of the house, spreading to the surroundings, and reaching everyone's ears.
Those who were able to enter the quiet street were all talented and had some status. They were not illiterate people, and they had their own opinions on the appreciation of literature.
Looking at the young man in white clothes with two swords, standing on a chair, drinking heroically and reciting poems happily, everyone was stunned and dumbfounded.
Many literati and scholars on the Wenqu list could no longer maintain their demeanor, and their faces were full of shock and disbelief.
Although some of the allusions and characters in the poems recited by Anle were quite strange, after all, the different allusions made it difficult for them to understand quickly, but the problem was not big, because many characters could be found in the prototypes of the ancient times if they were carefully analyzed. Of course, the number of poems recited by Anle was too many and too fast, so they could not read them carefully.
But they can still easily understand and appreciate the overall quality of the poems, the emotions and thoughts contained in the poems.
The rhyme of a poem, the arrangement and layout of the sentences, the carving and scrutiny of the words... are not easy things. Who would have thought that there are people in the world who can drink, laugh and talk about three thousand poems!
What's more, they even found that there are many styles and shadows of sages in these poems.
For example, there is the style of Taibai Jianxian's poems in the previous dynasty, which is as majestic as the river water in the Wenqu Monument, and there is also the Caotang Saint Confucian who cared about the people's livelihood in the previous dynasty, became a saint in the world with poetry, and attracted the great cross-border...
Anle's poems all have the style of these sages who have left their names on the Wenqu Monument!
It is enough to see that Anle must have read a lot of books and studied seriously!
How could such a person cheat? !
Looking at the flying hair, the pure and upright sword energy rushing into the sky, turning into a white python, shattering the blue clouds, and roaring at the whole Lin'an, I only felt a sense of suffocation, which made everyone's heart surge.
This boy does not belong to the human world, but should be a celestial being descended to the mortal world!
When Prime Minister Qin said that I cheated in the imperial examination, I set up a table in front of Prime Minister Qin's mansion to drink and recite three thousand poems.
Every poem is a good product. Some of them can be read carefully, which can make people astonished. The words and sentences are extremely scrutinized.
Confucian scholars naturally have the ability to distinguish between good and bad poems. Some poems have their own charm that can be passed down through the ages at the first glance, like gold in the mud and sand. No matter how long it has been covered in dust, it can still stand out and shine!
The Confucian scholars around who reported Anle's cheating in the imperial examination had a gloomy face. They were already sad and trembling because of the mighty sword energy, just like the three Confucian scholars who were named by Anle to copy poems, and they couldn't even hold the pen steadily.
That was because he was overwhelmed by the momentum, and also because he was panicking.
They reported Anle for cheating in the imperial examination, and Anle drowned the impact with poems like the surging river.
Did Anle write poems before?
Of course he could. The poem "Bamboo and Rock" on the ink bamboo painting, which was about holding on to the green mountains, showed that the young man was a master of calligraphy and painting.
Therefore, everyone was not surprised that Anle wrote good poems today, but it was too strange that every poem was worth reading. It was simply inhuman!
In the carriage, Madam Hua sat dignifiedly, lifted the curtain, and looked through the window at the young man in front of Qin Xiangfu, who burst out with a great sword energy, and vaguely attracted the young man with a great aura in the Wenqu Monument. A gentle smile appeared on her face.
In a trance, Madam Hua seemed to remember the scene when she first saw the young man.
At that time, the young man had a tiger in his chest and a spirit in his heart.
Today, the tiger has shown its fangs and is full of spirit!
Madam Hua understood the meaning and purpose of Anle's action. For things like false accusations and dirty water, ordinary explanations are of course not feasible, and it is even possible that the more you explain, the more you can make things worse.
Because you can always find excuses to accuse someone of a crime. No matter how you explain, the dirty water you want to force on you will eventually be thrown, and it will only cause trouble.
Anle also knows this. Only by cutting the Gordian knot, only by holding a sword in front of everyone, can you cut off all the dark thoughts and all the chicken-screaming and dog-stealing, and get a clean breeze in exchange.
So, there was the Haoran sword energy in front of Qin Xiangfu, and drinking and spitting out three thousand poems.
With his own Haoran sword energy, he provoked the Haoran on the Wenqu Monument. With so many Haoran on him, who dares to say that Anle cheated?
Such a person needs to cheat?
If Qin Xiang still doesn't believe it, and still insists on the lack of evidence, but still wants to investigate Anle, it is equivalent to slapping the faces of the three teachers in the Academy of Literature.
If the person who obtained this Haoran still slandered and cheated, wouldn't that mean that the Haoran that had been passed down by the Wenyuan for ten thousand years was nothing?
Although Prime Minister Qin was extremely powerful, he really didn't dare to provoke the Wenyuan in this way.
Therefore, this was Anle's way to break the deadlock. It was very simple, direct and transparent, but the difficulty was definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Because, if you want to make so many poems, ordinary literati can't do it even if they rack their brains, and if you want to attract Haoran, it's not easy to attract.
Anle has Haoran sword energy in his body, and he uses Haoran sword energy to transform into a white python, and then uses the three thousand poems and articles that he freely wields as a medium, echoing the style of the sages who left their names in the Wenqu Monument, which naturally attracted the Wenqu Star in the sky to move, and Haoran surged in the Wenqu Monument on the ground!
This move is very similar to the style of Taibai Sword Immortal who drank and wrote poems like falling three thousand stars in the prosperous times of the previous dynasty!
Madam Hua's red lips curled up slightly, and her smile became more and more intense.
Prime Minister Qin plans to use this spring examination cheating as an excuse to put Anle in jail and dampen the young man's spirit.
But I never thought that Anle would directly use it to release his youthful spirit and build up his heroic spirit.
The young man was sitting in a chair drinking uninhibitedly, and his awe-inspiring sword energy, soaring heroic spirit, and surging spirit swept out, completely shocking the whole Lin'an!
On this day, the style belongs to peace and happiness.
Even the immortals in heaven cannot take it away.
in the crowd.
Zhao Huangting, an old man from Taimiao who followed to watch the excitement, couldn't help laughing, his eyes filled with admiration.
"Okay, okay, I drank and copied three thousand poems! I slapped Qin Lishi in the face! It's so refreshing! It's so obvious!"
Zhao Huangting laughed wantonly, and many Confucian scholars looked at him. They were frightened by the old man's uninhibited and blunt remarks about Prime Minister Qin's name, and hurried away.
But the old man didn't care at all and just laughed.
In the distant sky, three figures came together, none other than the three masters of the Academy of Literature.
They followed the awe-inspiring aura in the Wenqu Monument, and when they saw the unparalleled young man, and the awe-inspiring sword aura pouring into the sky from the young man, the three of them were stunned.
Being so far away, even if he wrote three thousand poems seriously, he might not be able to attract Haoran at all. However, the young man actually possessed Haoran's sword energy.
Such sword energy penetrates the sky, as if it has penetrated the Wenqu stars in the sky, attracting vastness like the flowing water of a river!
The three wives all looked at each other with a look of surprise in their eyes.
"This boy will definitely enter the liberal arts college."
Zhu Huoxi became more and more determined with this idea.
"On that day, he consulted the forest of his heart and looked at the years in front of the Wenqu stele, which led to Haoran. Haoran seemed to have transformed into countless sages. Today, he has written many poems, and there are sages who have left their names in the Wenqu stele to attract Haoran. Shadow and style…”
"This son is born with the seed of a sage!"
Zhu Huoxi was decisive.
The second wife Pang Ji's eyes flickered, while the third wife Wang Banshan smiled happily.
At this moment, the whole Lin'an was shaken. All forces came here with intent to investigate, and many people even rushed over directly from the sky.
Li Youan was dressed in plain clothes, smiling lightly and closing his eyes, listening to the lines of poetry, with a smile of enjoyment on his lips.
When I heard "I read the sword while drunk, I read the trumpet blowing in my dream", I felt my heart and soul trembling slightly, and it resonated with it, as if it was him who was sitting in that chair at this moment, drinking and voicing poems boldly.
Hearing the words again, "The crowd searched for her a thousand times, but when he suddenly looked back, he saw that person in the dimly lit place." Starlight suddenly spread around his body, and the famous sword trembled slightly, and the sword energy burst out, like a bull fighting.
In Lin'an Mansion, many great scholars from the temples came across.
Outside Lin'an Mansion, on the first mountain, the old man pinched his fingers and looked moved. On the sixth mountain, the Hongchen Sword Box of the Lord of the Sixth Mountain trembled endlessly. Then the sword came out of the box, and three thousand swords rose up and walked over the sixth mountain.
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Deep in Lin'an, there are many palaces.
The sun shines brightly, and the glazed gold tiles shine.
Zhao Xianyou was dressed in brocade clothes, sitting upright on the glazed tiles, holding a pot of wine filled with spiritual energy in his hand, a smile on his lips, and he drank freely. The wine slid along the corners of his mouth and flowed into his chest and abdomen, free and easy. .
"The vast blue sky has no bottom, the sun and the moon shine on the gold and silver platform..."
"Brother An, could it be that you have also entered the gate of heaven, traveled to a fairyland and returned to the human world?"
Zhao Xianyou smiled.
Then he raised the wine pot and pointed it in the direction of the white python where the aura of the awe-inspiring sword appeared, as if toasting.
In Tianxuan Palace.
There are many Diao Temples, and an indescribably luxurious figure is sitting on it, looking deeply into the sky, looking at the awe-inspiring sword energy that penetrates the sky and the earth of Lin'an Mansion, and narrows his eyes slightly.
"Tong Diao Temple, such a pure and upright spirit permeates the sky and clouds, and there are even poems written out. It is so brilliant and moving, you can go and have a look. In addition, copy many poems into a book."
A faint voice came from the mouth of the figure on the throne.
An old man with a feminine temperament and dressed in black bowed slightly: "Here."
The old man took one step forward and disappeared into the bright sunlight outside the Tianxuan Palace gate.
The man sitting on the indescribably precious throne still looked at the awe-inspiring sword energy penetrating into the sky, and slowly exhaled.
"Old Imperial Uncle, Old Imperial Uncle... you finally gave away the Qingshan Mountain. This Qingshan Sword Qi can actually merge with Haoran. It's really miraculous... It's a pity that the Qingshan Mountain has never been returned to my Zhao family. It's really a pity."
The man sighed softly, pinched his brows, and slowly closed his eyes.
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In the mansion of Prime Minister Qin.
The atmosphere was horribly depressing and dull.
In the study.
Qin Prime Minister Qin Lishi stood in front of the extravagant gold-carved window with his hands on his back, looking at the awe-inspiring sword energy rising in front of the gate and the endless poems that were being recited in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Qin Lishi closed his eyes.
The Northern Expedition essay in the Chunwei exam question came to mind again, making his heart throb uncontrollably.
In front of Qin Lishi's eyes, he seemed to see a handsome young man in white, waving his sword with disdain and cutting the mountain he had gathered with his power into two halves.
A sword opened the mountain. The young man held the sword and walked slowly along the crack in the mountain.
Facing him, he raised his head proudly.
Slowly opening his eyes, Qin Lishi understood that the young man was doing this to gain innocence. He didn't even need to ask for his innocence. The young man could be innocent all by himself.
Although it was reported by the Confucian scholars on the Wenqu Tablet of the Academy of Arts, Anle directly extradited Haoran Jia from the Wenqu Tablet, so who would dare to accuse him of cheating?
If he, Qin Lishi, still insists on talking about An Le and cheating, it would be tantamount to denying Haoran, who has been inherited by the Academy of Arts for thousands of years. Pang Ji, the second master of the Academy of Arts, who is close to him, will turn against him, and the eldest and third masters will even look at him angrily. It would make many great scholars from the academy of arts in the court look angry.
Even though Qin Lishi was in a high and powerful position, he could not bear such public anger.
The sound of reciting poems outside the Prime Minister's Mansion continued, and each poem was like a slap on his face, because after Anle finished reciting a poem, he would add a sentence and copy another poem. head.
He mentioned that every poem was copied, which was undoubtedly a mockery of Qin Lishi's blindness and dirty behavior.
Qin Lishi knew that his youngest son Qin Qianqiu was adding fuel to the fire, but he did not stop it and even acquiesced, so he could be called complicit. This slap at this moment was not innocent at all.
However, he couldn't do it if he was asked to walk out of the prime minister's house and bow his head to apologize to the young man.
Suddenly, a figure walked by the window.
A man in a blue shirt, with his hair simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, and a handsome face saluted him with cupped fists.
"Father, my son can go and take a trip for his father."
The man said.
The man was none other than the son of Qin Lishi who had a romantic relationship with a maid. He was Qin Huaan's direct bloodline.
Qin Lishi didn't pay much attention to the heir born out of passion at first. It wasn't until Qin Hua'an showed his excellent cultivation talent that he slowly started to pay attention to it.
After Qin Huaan obtained the Little Holy Order with his own ability, Qin Lishi really paid attention to it.
This time, Qin Huaan took the initiative to stand up, and Qin Lishi felt mixed emotions.
"No, you are preparing for the palace examination. Don't let this ruin your morale. Let Qianqiu go."
Qin Lishi refused after all.
It was Prime Minister Qin who came forward to represent him this time. After all, he still did not want the son born by this maid to represent him.
But the words gave explanations and steps, which can be regarded as a lot of changes in attitude.
Qin Hua'an, who was wearing a blue shirt, didn't have much emotional change when he heard this. He seemed to have been used to it. He just cupped his fists and said softly: "Okay."
Then he turned around and left, disappearing among the green shades of the prime minister's garden.
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In the pavilion where the meandering water flows, it seems as if the water has stopped and is no longer flowing.
The spring breeze carried the coldness and blew by, causing Qin Qianqiu's body to feel slightly chilly.
"How dare he, how dare he do this!"
Qin Qianqiu held the chess piece in his hand, his face turned slightly pale, and he seemed to have a deep breath stuck in his heart, unable to let it out.
The poems one after another were like bloody knives, piercing into his body and bringing out bright red blood.
He originally wanted to take this opportunity to completely tarnish Anle's reputation and chip away at his morale, but he never thought that this son would actually take this opportunity to extradite Haoran in front of the Prime Minister Qin's Mansion and express his will. Instead, he slapped the Prime Minister Qin's face. .
After this time, the world called him the Prime Minister of Qin. He was so blind that he could accuse such a talented scholar who could extradite Haoran for fraud!
This made Qin Qianqiu feel a surge of unknown anger in his heart. He failed again and again, which made him extremely depressed.
Wang Qinhe, who was beside him, stared blankly at the Qingzheng Sword Qi surging outside Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, as bright as the sun, and the extradited Haoran, and he fell into a daze.
Is this the happiness we have today?
The peace and joy of fighting him before Chunwei had changed a lot. Under this sword energy, Wang Qinhe didn't know why, but he didn't even have the courage to draw his sword.
His heart acquiesced in Qin Qianqiu's behavior of slandering An Le, like a dark and smelly sewage, illuminated by this mighty sword energy that was as bright as the sun, and was actually cut away by indifference, and his will was also cut away, which offended him He even lost the courage to draw his sword.
For a moment, Wang Qinhe felt a little unmotivated. He picked up the Dragon's Back Sword, looked at the gap on the Dragon's Back Sword, and sighed for a long time.
He will never be able to catch up with happiness in this life.
In fact, he no longer has the qualifications to even compete with him.
Just when Qin Qianqiu was furious, a figure slowly appeared in the water pavilion. Thousands and thousands of people
"Sir, I asked you to go to the prime minister's palace to settle the matter."
When Qin Qianqiu saw this man, he held back his anger. This man was a powerful confidant beside Prime Minister Qin. His cultivation level was extremely high and unfathomable.
"good."
Qin Qianqiu knew that if things continued like this, it would be of no benefit to the face of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion. The longer it was delayed, the more Prime Minister Qin's Mansion would become a joke.
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In front of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion.
An Le took a sip of wine. The wine was almost at the bottom. He had not used his cultivation to suppress the drunkenness, so he was slightly tipsy, but it made him even more heroic.
The ink pool on his waist could not help but rise into the air, turning into an ink-colored sword light that kept flying past.
The energy of calligraphy and ink continued to pour into the ink pool, causing Mochi, a half-step fifth-grade sword, to emit a clear sword chant at this moment. The next moment, a sword energy burst out, and the surrounding sword energy burst out like ink stains. burst.
This sword has finally entered the ranks of fifth-grade magic weapons!
The three Confucian scholars who copied the poems had dry mouths, flushed faces, and embarrassment.
They trembled and copied poems for Anle, feeling each poem, and the wolf hair became a little heavier after their hands. Finally, it became more and more heavy, killing the scholarly spirit in their hearts.
They were a little complacent and proud when they were waiting for the Academy of Arts and Music Charts, but now, this complacency and pride have long been crushed to dust.
The ink pool was suspended in front of Anle. Anle reached out and gently stroked it. He glanced at the door of Qin Xiangfu that was opened and the figure that walked out of the door, and continued to recite the poem in his mouth.
"Your body and name will be destroyed, but the rivers and streams will flow forever."
The scholar who copied the poem changed his face drastically, and the scholars on the Wenqu list around him also blushed, ashamed and angry.
Facing Anle's scolding, there was nothing he could do. The literati spirit in his heart was completely defeated.
Anle smiled, but did not say anything. He just picked up the wine pot and drank the last sip of old yellow wine in the pot.
The Qin Xiangfu, which had been closed for a long time, finally opened.
Qin Qianqiu, dressed in gorgeous clothes, walked out slowly. He stared at Anle who was sitting on a chair and drinking unrestrainedly.
Qin Qianqiu took a deep breath and said, "Mr. An, my father asked me to tell you that he was negligent in the imperial examination fraud case. You are innocent."
After Qin Qianqiu finished speaking, he ignored him and turned around to leave.
This sentence was a compromise and an explanation given by Prime Minister Qin, but it was only for the Academy of Literature, not Anle.
However, Anle stood up from his chair and stretched.
Looking at Qin Qianqiu, he sneered.
The white python with the great sword energy bursting out of his body suddenly roared, turned into an extremely sharp sword light, and slashed towards Qin Qianqiu.
Qin Qianqiu turned around suddenly and saw the sword energy coming!
"Anle, you are so bold!"
Qin Qianqiu shouted angrily, and the tortoise shell defense magic weapon Vajra Bell on his body reappeared.
However, the great sword energy slashed down, and the Vajra Bell was completely useless. The sword energy passed the defense of the Vajra Bell, and Qin Qianqiu only felt cold all over.
Then a black shadow similar to him appeared behind him, howling, twisting, roaring, and being cut in half, like a filthy little ghost under the bright sun, shining on the sun and turning into ashes.
Qin Qianqiu's legs softened, his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and he sat on the ground. The darkness, evil thoughts in his heart, and his soul were all cut into cracks.
The unworldly mind, under the slash of this great sword energy, fell back to the fetal breath.
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