Chapter 489: A Finger Moves Mountains More than a Hundred Scholars
Many scholars looked up at the thousands of mountains and rivers in the sky and felt sorry for them.
"It's a pity that the northwest is the land of demons, underworlds and evil sects, and there are very few scholars. If we were in the south of the Yangtze River, I don't know how many great scholars would communicate with each other, and they would gather together in the mountains and rivers to protect Qiyuan City." "
Northland There are many heroes but few scholars. Nowadays, in the cities in the North, except for some cities under the jurisdiction of the River Guard Army, there have never been poems and mountains and rivers." "It is said that when Mr. Gang Feng founded Qiming Academy, he hoped that the scholars in the North would be able to
create A poem that is famous all over the world."
"Now, there are poems that are famous all over the world, but because there are too few scholars, it is difficult to gather together." "
Look, Mr. Zhang Moya is not enough, and the shadow of the mountains and rivers has faded. ."
"It's a pity that once poetry and literature are gathered together, we can just change this poem into a war poem in Qiyuan City, and we can add another poem out of thin air. From then on, Qiyuan City will have no worries." "Many great scholars are too far away from this place
. It may not be too late."
Everyone was regretting when they saw a large blue-white-haired pen flying from the north-east direction, a hundred feet long, pointing over thousands of mountains and rivers.
"This poem is the crown jewel of snow praise."
The great Confucian's voice spread thousands of miles, and the readers of Qiming Academy looked excited.
"It should be Zhou Changhe, the red-eyed scholar from the river guarding army."
Then, from the direction of the river guarding army, there were multiple compliments from the great scholar. Not long after, great scholars from various parts of the south came forward to praise this poem.
In less than a quarter of an hour, fourteen great scholars took action.
However, the thousands of mountains and rivers are still translucent and not solidified.
After waiting for a long time, no new scholar appeared, and everyone became more and more anxious.
"This poem is indeed extraordinary. It has thousands of mountains, cold rivers and snow. It is so powerful that it is unimaginable. Without half a hundred great scholars, it would be difficult to gather it into shape."
"Although this poem may not be able to be condensed and formed, as long as we local scholars continue to practice and use it, maybe many years later, we can gain something from it." "Yes, occasionally there are ancient poems that have been sung for a long time and run through the long river of time, attracting attention
. All the saints are watching, and they are gathered together in one leap."
"This poem will definitely be gathered together a hundred years later."
"A hundred years from now, where will Qiyuan City be?"
At the poetry meeting, many readers were silent.
The mountains and rivers in the sky gradually fade away, and the wind and snow slowly disperse outwards.
At this moment, in the direction of Shendu, a big hand spanned thousands of miles and was as big as a thousand feet. It stretched out its index finger and gently touched thousands of mountains and rivers.
Zhao Yishan's voice spread throughout the world.
"Thousands of mountains are covered with wind and snow, and I am alone fishing in the cold river. This piece of poetry that sings about snow must be the best in the world!" The
sky and night shook, the earth trembled, and wherever the hand touched, there was a brilliant golden light.
The golden light flows along the mountains and rivers. In an instant, the thousands of mountains and rivers covering hundreds of miles are shining with golden light, like the sun shining forever.
At this moment, everyone within thousands of miles can clearly see that there are golden mountains hanging in the sky and snowy rivers flowing at night.
The originally translucent mountains and rivers quickly solidified.
But after a few breaths, the mountains and rivers gathered together, and their appearance became real.
"It's Zhao Shoufu!"
"Quan Jiegong has taken action!"
"One finger can move a mountain and conquer a hundred scholars."
"It's done!"
All the scholars in Qiyuan City cheered, while the ordinary people stood on the thick snow and stopped looking. The uneven ground under the snow raised their heads one after another and praised the emperor's wisdom.
As all the people cheered, strips of golden light hung down from thousands of mountains and rivers, falling into the city and illuminating hundreds of miles.
Feng Yemai, the superintendent of Qiming Academy who was on his way to the Xueyi Gate, looked up at the sky, stroking his beard and smiling, with tears flashing in his eyes.
"The Qiming Cultural Conference is accomplished! Gang Feng's ambition is passed on!"
At the Qiming Cultural Conference, the sky was so bright that it blinded people, even brighter than noon in summer. Many people in the light looked at the high platform ahead with strange expressions.
There was no light on the high platform, it was pitch black.
More than three hundred people stood on the stage, their faces as dark as night.
The original chief of the restaurant was dumbfounded when he learned from Xiang Zhixue.
In the pavilion far away from the road, I knelt on the ground with a plop, tears streaming down my face, and cursed myself for being unworthy of Mr. Gang Feng's teachings.
The remaining three hundred or so people looked full of regret.
If you don't participate in this matter, as long as you stay here for a long time and be nourished by thousands of mountains and rivers, you will very likely break through your own limits and reach a higher level.
Especially those with poor talents are the most regretful.
Every time poetry and literature gather together, a large number of seventh-grade scholars will be born.
But now, we can only stay away from this place, otherwise the longer we stay, the more broken our mind will be, and it may eventually collapse.
Qiyuan City had the potential to become the number one city of literati in the north because of Mr. Gang Feng. However, the subsequent magistrates were mediocre and greedy, which ruined the reputation of Qiyuan City.
Nowadays, Mr. Gang Feng has left his seal, Gang Feng's son has written poems, and Zhao Yishan has personally composed the poems. Soon, this place will undoubtedly become the number one city of literati in the north.
From then on, the status of Qiming Academy will skyrocket. Although it cannot compare with the top four academies, as long as we work hard, promotion to a first-rate academy is just around the corner.
After arriving there, the entire city of Qiyuan City was like a huge whirlpool, sucking away most of the literary cultivators thousands of miles north.
As the number of scholars in the academy increases and becomes stronger, the entire city may even develop its own destiny and go one step further.
Xiang Zhixue stared blankly at the thousands of mountains and rivers hanging high in the sky, and let out a long sigh.
Zhao Yishan's kiss made Li Qingxian famous all over the world, and no one can change it.
Complete defeat.
Everyone turned their heads and looked at the carriage of the Shen Gong Sect gradually retreating under the snowy night.
Li Qingxian sat on the carriage, thinking quietly.
I have been preparing for today's essay for a long time, especially the golden python stealing dragon that swallows thousands of ants and climbs the dragon. It seems easy, but in fact it consumes many lucky fish, including a golden lucky fish.
Even so, it almost affected the reputation of the literary society. Fortunately, although I could not remember those long poems about snow, this poem from the textbook was simple and easy to understand, and I always remembered it.
Unless I am a literary practitioner, I cannot turn it into a war poem, but this poem will gather strength in my Zhongdantian and continue to nourish the righteous sword presented by Zhao Yishan.
The more people change the poem, the more people use it, and the more people know it, the stronger their righteousness sword will be.
The righteous sword type presented by Zhao Yishan can only be used once, so naturally the stronger the better.
Li Qingxian raised his head, opened his spiritual eyes, and looked through the roof of the car.
Thousands of mountains and rivers are slowly shrinking, and will eventually disappear into the void.
Once Qiyuan City is attacked by a powerful enemy, this poem will appear and strengthen all the war poems adapted from this poem.
At critical moments, Shiwen Shanhe will even die together with powerful enemies.
With this thing, he can slowly develop in Qiyuan City. Unless the demon tribe goes south to destroy the city regardless of the cost, there will be no threat.
Li Qingxian vaguely felt that these thousands of mountains and rivers were connected to his double golden python stealing dragon situation, and seemed to be continuously providing him with strength.
Back in Wangjiatun, Li Qingxian entered the house alone and entered the Ming Mansion.
The entire Ming Mansion was shrouded in a faint golden light, and one could clearly feel that all the power of the entire Qiyuan City was protecting him.
The dual situation of Ten Thousand Ants Climbing the Dragon and the Golden Python Stealing the Dragon are also constantly exerting their power, and the growth rate of the lucky fish is doubled.
The Junyun light group on the Four-phase Square Zun has grown a circle and is brighter.
The power left over from the original Gang Feng Seal was completely integrated into Jun's destiny.
At the same time, traces of indescribable power slowly poured into Jun Yunguang Group.
(End of chapter)