Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

Liu Juzheng said awkwardly:

"Actually... Simplicity is not a shortcoming, let's take a look at the cultivation insights written later."

"Mountains heavy with water..."

In an instant, Liu Juzheng was in shock.

The hand and the paper trembled slightly, the red light on his face slowly solidified, his face was open, for some reason, tears came out of his eyes, Xu Xu chanted:

"Mountain darkly, vista."

His voice became smaller and smaller until he became hoarse.

Everyone in the front hall followed in silence.

Just one sentence...

Rise tall buildings from the ground!

The previous poem was about the perception of chasing the nightmare and illusion, until finally getting tired and wanting to escape... After escaping, I found that life is also a nightmare and illusion.

The pattern of this poem is much broader, and the poet has directly broken through to the third realm during the trek!

Could it be that I have been practicing for so many years and have been walking on a wrong road?

Liu Juzheng had tears in his eyes, and his expression was extremely complicated.

Mrs. Zhang noticed something strange and reminded:

"Master Liu, please explain the poem carefully, and don't put too much personal feelings into it, so as not to lose justice."

Liu Juzheng said numbly:

"The meaning of this poem is that the poet had good luck during his practice, and he got amazing gains by mistake."

Chen Yanjun was convinced, it was really a matter of black and white, no wonder a certain Qianqian almost sneaked into the Writers Association.

Liu Juzheng regained his composure and continued to read.

"The third sentence, Xiaogu follows the Spring Society, and the clothes are simple and ancient...all are some agricultural scenery."

"The poet seems to be looking for a hermit who hides in the common world, just like the senior Han Ping who wrote the commentary on nourishing Qi, every move is practice."

"The fourth sentence, from now on, if you are free to ride the moon, you will knock on the door all the time and night with your sword."

"The poet has learned something, and when he is free in the future, he will visit at night with a sword."

"The key point of this poem is that leaning on a sword instead of controlling a sword shows that the poet, like Senior Han Ping, has entered the third stage of nourishing qi, and leaning on a sword is also a way of controlling a sword and a way of practice..."

After reading, Liu Juzheng suddenly opened his eyes, staring at Chen Yanjun, his eyes seemed to be asking——

You entered the third realm?

Chen Yanjun nodded slightly.

Mrs. Zhang felt that something was wrong with Liu Juzheng, so she hurriedly urged:

"Master Liu, please judge me."

In Liu Juzheng's view, Chen Gongzi's poem is not only a transcendent realm of practice, but also has an even better literary talent.

Neat and natural, completely simple.

Really good poetry doesn't need to be deciphered at all.

This is the difference between craftsman spirit and master spirit.

Mountaineering must be climbing to the top...

Liu Juzheng turned a deaf ear to Mrs. Zhang's words as if he was a different person, and only asked calmly:

"I have a question that I want to ask Mr. Chen."

Chen Yanjun nodded and said:

"Master Liu, please ask."

Liu Juzheng cut straight to the point and asked directly:

"May I ask how did you enter the third realm?"

The audience was amazed.

He stared at Chen Yanjun, speechless.

Mr. Chen, a mortal, can enter the third realm of nourishing qi in advance?

Could this be the reason why he was able to knock down Mr. Zhang with one punch?

Chen Yanjun did not hide his secrets, and said calmly:

"Facing the hallucinations of nightmare air, turn over the mountain."

Liu Juzheng's eyes moved slightly, and suddenly he burst out laughing.

"Hahaha!"

There were tears and laughter in his eyes.

The laughter suddenly became high-pitched, and in a blink of an eye, the short figure became towering like a mountain.

He seems to have seen the light that he was chasing that night, and it was the scenery that can only be seen by looking through the nightmare illusion.

"The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and there is another village, hahahaha!"

Seeing that Liu Juzheng was about to lose control, Mrs. Zhang hurriedly threatened:

"Master Liu, please judge the poem quickly!"

"Sentence a bird!"

Liu Juzheng turned back with one sentence.

"There is a clear air in the world!"

Chen Yanjun was stunned and remained silent, vaguely feeling that he might have gotten into trouble...

Mrs. Zhang's face was as black as ink, and her eyes were extremely cold like a vulture's, staring straight at Liu Juzheng.

"Liu Juzheng, are you crazy?"

Liu Juzheng raised the pot to drink heavily, his black hair instantly turned as white as frost and scattered in all directions.

The red and greasy face also became wrinkled, like an old man.

However, his spine is as straight as a mountain, and he has a noble spirit.

In the eyes surrounded by wrinkles, they are as bright as stars, and there is no more sorrow.

Suddenly he raised his head and smiled, and strode out.

"Please also tell Eunuch Qiu, Liu, to resign today and return home!"

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I stayed up all night to finish writing this little plot.

Ask for a monthly ticket!

Chapter 0023

... The lonely Hongfei is tired and has nowhere to go, and the mountain is full of frost and doesn't know where to return.

Chen Yanjun looked at Liu Juzheng's back as he went away, and saw that he was full of Confucianism and unrestrained, and his sleeves were clean and noble.

With nothing to worry about, no trace and no search, it is indeed on the verge of breaking through the third realm of nourishing qi.

It has to be said that even in the age of Xianwu, people in Tang still have a breath of energy in their hearts.

He witnessed with his own eyes a common genius who worked hard to climb the peak of cultivation but got lost in the vortex of power and wealth, and finally found himself and returned to the mountains.

The story is good, but Chen Yanjun always feels that he got into trouble.

Although it's not good to be a dog, it's not good to offend Eunuch Qiu just like that...

Chic is chic, safety is also very important.

You must know that Chang'an was a holy place for literati in the Tang Dynasty. Those great poets in ancient times sent their love for mountains and rivers, but they did not send them on their own initiative, but were demoted.

Fortunately, Liu Juzheng resigned directly...

Blame Lu You!

……

In the front hall, there was no sound.

The Zhang family's expressions were not very good-looking, and they couldn't understand why Liu Juzheng suddenly turned against him.

Mrs. Zhang's old face turned blue and red, as if she was sitting on a volcano, on the verge of going berserk.

But because he couldn't find anything against the Cui family, he could only grit his teeth and hold back, looking at the princess in the seat:

"Since Lord Liu is crazy, how about letting the princess decide whether to win or lose Bishi?"

Right now, because Liu Juzheng, who interpreted the poems, suddenly became sober, he asked Chen Yanjun how to break through the third stage of nourishing qi. Everyone knows who the authors of these two poems are.

Li Chan held back her smile, her pretty face slightly wavy, and said pretendingly:

"Hmm... Let Ben Gong think about it."

"Climbing Bailu Mountain on a snowy night, the artistic conception of this poem is ever-changing, and it is exceptionally beautiful. It expresses the magnificence and pursuit of cultivating the nightmare and illusion, and shows the spirit of hard study in the age of immortal martial arts. I feel that the level of this poem It should be even better."

After a pause, he changed the subject:

"However, this poem is based on imagery. If you want to say shocking words, I still like this sentence... The mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and there is another village."

"It seems that I have to continue to practice, and I can't give up lightly. Maybe one day, I will find a good husband..."

Cheng Zhiang was busy coughing on the sidelines.

"Cough cough."

Li Chan quickly changed her words.

"In short, don't ask about the way forward, and never give up on your practice. Let's encourage each other."

"The sword is here."

Leaving this sentence behind, Li Chan lifted her skirt and got up, looked at Chen Yanjun with a playful smile, deliberately did not ask who wrote the shocking sentence, and then got up and left Cui's house.

"Back to the palace!"

Huo Longwei Yujian carried Cheng Zhiang, followed the princess' Qingluan flying sedan chair, all the way back to the palace.

Titled princess, you can fly freely in the inner city, as long as you don't fly beyond the bottom of Tianyuan Palace.

at the same time.

The established plan of the Zhang family was completely defeated.

Seriously summarize several Cui family handles:

First, Cui Yourong is shameless and raises a man who is as old as his own children.

Second, the men of the Cui family competed in a sneak attack.

Thirdly, Princess Pingan has repeatedly hinted that the men in the Cui family are beautiful, and her words seem to discriminate against Zhang Wei for being fat...

After looking for a handle for a long time, there are only three.

Cui Yourong saw that Zhang's family couldn't hold back, so she got up to see off the guests and said:

"It's getting late, everyone can stay and have a light meal."

Mrs. Zhang's complexion became more and more ugly.

The princess gave Zhang Wei a better name than poetry, and the Cui family's etiquette was also in place, so Mrs. Zhang was not easy to get angry.

"No need, no matter how good Wentao and Wulu are, mortals are mortals after all. You should take care of Qiu Zhuo. My Zhang family will not give up lightly."

After all, wave your sleeves and leave!

She didn't move the princess's sword, nor did she take away the bride price.

Cui Yourong nodded slightly.