Chapter 86: Haoran’s sword energy kills the kid, Brother An also entered the Heavenly Gate and returned to the world [Please vote]

He is proud and proud, and he is proud of himself.

There was silence in front of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, except for the sound of young people reciting poems, which was like huge waves rushing out, hitting the walls of the house, swaying around, and reaching everyone's ears.

Those who were present and could enter the quiet street all had some literary talent and some status. They were not illiterate people, and they certainly had their own opinions on the appreciation of literature.

Looking at the young man dressed in white, wearing two swords, standing on a chair, drinking boldly and reciting poetry happily, everyone was dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

Many literati and Confucian scholars on the literary and music lists could no longer maintain their demeanor, with shock and disbelief written all over their faces.

Although some of the allusions and characters in the poems read by An Le are quite strange. After all, the differences in the allusions prevent them from understanding it quickly. However, the problem is not big, because many characters can find their prototypes from the ages through careful analysis. Of course,

The number of poems Yin Anle read out was too many and too fast for them to read carefully.

However, they can still easily understand and appreciate the overall quality of the poems, as well as the emotions and thoughts contained in the poems.

The smooth rhyming of a poem, the arrangement of sentences, the careful consideration of words... are not easy tasks. Who would have thought that there are people in the world who can drink, laugh and talk about three thousand poems!

What's more, even research has revealed that there are many sages and shadows in these poems.

For example, there are the Taibai Sword Immortal’s poetry style that attracted the awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring rivers in the Wenqu stele in the previous dynasty, and there are also the Thatched Cottage Saints who cared about the people’s sufferings and became saints in the world with their poems, attracting awe-inspiring people...

Anle's poems all have the style of these sages who have left their names on the Wenqu stele!

It is enough to show that Anle Ding is well-read and has studied his knowledge seriously!

How could such a person commit fraud?!

Looking at the young man with flying hair, Qingzheng sword energy soaring into the sky, turning into a white python, shattering the blue clouds, and roaring to the whole Lin'an, he felt a suffocating feeling coming from the ground, making everyone's heart surge.

This child does not belong to the human world, he should be a heavenly being descending to the mortal world!

Prime Minister Qin said that I had cheated in the imperial examination, so I set up a table in front of Prime Minister Qin's house to drink wine and spit out three thousand poems.

Every poem is a masterpiece. Some of them are amazing when you read them carefully. The words and sentences are carefully chosen.

Confucian scholars naturally have the ability to distinguish between good and bad poems. At first glance, you can tell that some poems have a charm that can be passed down through the ages. They are like gold in the sand. No matter how long they have been covered in dust, they can still stand out and shine with elegance!

The faces of the Confucian scholars around who reported An Le's imperial examination fraud were gloomy. They were already worried about being struck by the awe-inspiring sword energy, and their limbs were trembling. Just like the three Confucian scholars who were called out by An Le to copy poems, they couldn't even hold a pen.

Unstable.

It was because he was overwhelmed by his momentum, and also because he was panicking and having trouble in his heart.

They reported Anle for cheating in the imperial examination, and Anle was flooded with poems like the roar of a river.

Did you know how to compose poetry before you were happy?

Of course, he knows how to do it. The poem "Bamboo and Stone" in the ink bamboo painting insists that the green mountains will not relax, which already shows that the young man is a master of calligraphy and painting.

Therefore, it is not surprising that everyone wrote good poems about today's peace and happiness, but it is too strange and inhuman that all the poems are good poems worth reading!

In the carriage, Mrs. Hua sat dignifiedly, lifted the curtain, and looked through the window at the young man who burst out with awe-inspiring sword energy in front of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, and even vaguely attracted the awe-inspiring appearance in the Wenqu Monument.

He couldn't help but reveal a soft smile.

In a daze, Mrs. Hua seemed to remember the scene when she saw the boy for the first time.

At that time, the young man had a tiger in his chest and vitality in his heart.

Today, the tiger shows its fangs and is in high spirits!

Mrs. Hua understands the meaning and purpose of An Le's move. Things like false accusations and dirty water cannot be explained by ordinary methods, and it is even possible that the description becomes darker and darker.

Because there is no excuse for inflicting a crime. No matter how you explain it, the dirty water you want to impose on yourself will eventually be thrown at you, and it will only cause a mess.

Anle also knew this. He could only cut through the mess with a sharp knife, and in front of everyone, he could use a sword to cut off all the dark thoughts, cut off all the crowing cocks and dog thieves, and get a fresh breeze.

Therefore, he appeared in front of the Prime Minister of Qin's mansion with his awe-inspiring sword energy, drank wine and uttered three thousand poems.

With his own Haoran sword energy, he attracted the Haoran avatar on the Wenqu Monument. With so many Haoran arsenals, who dares to say that An Le is cheating?

Does such a person need to cheat?

If Prime Minister Qin still doesn't believe it, still insists on having no evidence, but still wants to examine Anle, then it will be like a severe slap in the face of the three masters of the Academy of Literature.

If someone who has achieved this greatness still slanders and commits fraud, wouldn’t that mean that the greatness that has been inherited by the Academy of Literature for thousands of years is nothing?

Although Prime Minister Qin was extremely powerful, he really didn't dare to offend the Academy of Literature in this way.

Therefore, this is An Le's way to break the situation. It is very simple, direct and transparent, but the difficulty involved is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Because, if you want to write so many poems, it is impossible for ordinary literati to rack their brains, and if you want to inspire Haoran, you can't just do it.

Anle has Haoran's sword energy in his body. He uses Haoran's sword energy to transform into a white python, and then uses the three thousand poems and articles that express his literary talent as a medium, echoing the style of the sages named in the Wenqu stele. Naturally, the stars in the sky are moving, and the music on the ground is moving.

There is a mighty surge in the monument!

This move is very similar to the Taibai Sword Immortal who fought with wine and wrote poems like three thousand stars falling during the prosperous days of the previous dynasty!

Mrs. Hua's red lips curled up slightly, and her smile became more intense.

Prime Minister Qin planned to use this Chunwei fraud to send An Le to prison and wipe out the young man's spirit and spirit.

But I never thought that Anle would directly use force to release the youthful spirit and build up a heroic spirit.

The young man was sitting and drinking uninhibitedly, 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 uninhibited remarks, and he hurriedly stayed away from Qin.

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 unrivaled young man, and the awe-inspiring sword aura pouring into the sky from the young man's body, all three of them were stunned.

Being so far away, even if he wrote three thousand poems, he might not be able to attract Haoran at all. However, the young man actually possessed Haoran's sword energy.

Such sword energy penetrates directly into the sky, like 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 chapters of poems, and there are sages who have left their names in the Wenqu stele to cite Haoran.

Shadow and style…”

"This son is born with the seed of a sage!"

Zhu Huoxi is determined to make a decisive decision.

The second wife, Pang Ji, had twinkling eyes, 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 directly to the place.

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 and lit the lamp, I dreamed of blowing the trumpets", 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 him, and the famous sword trembled slightly, and the sword energy burst out, like a bull fighting.

In Lin'an Mansion, many great scholars from 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 brightly.

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, with a smile on his lips, and he drank freely and freely. The wine slid along the corners of his mouth and flowed into his chest and abdomen, free and easy.

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"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 laughed.

Then he raised the wine pot and pointed it in the direction of the white python where the aura of the awe-inspiring sword came from a distance, 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 has such a pure and upright spirit that permeates the sky and clouds, and there are even poems written out. It is so brilliant and moving, so you can go and have a look. In addition, you can 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 stepped out 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 uncle, old uncle... you finally gave away the green mountain. The sword energy of this green mountain can be merged with Haoran. It's really miraculous... It's a pity that the green mountain has never been returned to my Zhao family. It's a pity."

The man sighed softly, pinched his eyebrows lightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

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In the mansion of Prime Minister Qin.
To be continued...