In Qiantang County, the ordinary people were just curious about why the bright moon was in the sky tonight, but the wind was suddenly blowing so violently. However, the eyes of the old men dressed in scholarly clothes were shining brightly.
This sudden change in the wind and clouds not only alarmed some scholars, but even ghosts and demons were affected. The reapers with slightly stronger Yin Qi felt their bodies tremble.
In the dilapidated courtyard, Xu Xian stood like a strong pine tree. His clothes and long hair were fluttering in the wind. What was surprising was that the article that lacked the ending was like a rock in the tide, motionless.
There seemed to be a voice telling Xu Xian to give up.
Give it up, you can't write an ending.
Xu Xian wanted to put down his stiff arm countless times, but his heart was roaring. He kept shouting,"
"I can, I definitely can!”
Xu Xian suddenly opened his tiger eyes. The pen and ink, which had been stagnant for a long time, started to move again. Every stroke was so difficult that his bleak figure kept trembling.
I wish I could last long,
for a thousand miles we share the beauty of the moon.
Finally, the last stroke came down with a loud bang. The surrounding literary qi poured into his head at a speed visible to the naked eye. Xu Xian felt that it was unreal, like a swordsman returning his sword to its sheath.
At this time, Xu Xian finally noticed the abnormality above his head. A scarlet light suddenly expanded and exceeded seven inches of Wen Qi.
The crimson light pillar did not stop changing. Golden ripples bloomed from the middle, as if they were about to break through the sky.
Xu Xian was surprised to find that the golden light did not stop. There seemed to be a faint roar of dragons and tigers, which had long exceeded Xu Xian's understanding.
As if confirming Xu Xian's thoughts, the entire county suddenly heard a loud bell ring.
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In the center of Qiantang County, there was a large bell. It was made by the people of the county. No one touched the blue bell, but it shook in all directions.
The loud sound of the bell shocked all the people in the county. Many of them who had long fallen asleep rushed to the streets.
The hopeful people were not disappointed. The mysterious ancient bell did not stop. The excited citizens counted clearly. It rang a total of eight times! Definitely eight!
For a moment, the top of the ancient bell shone with golden light. The literary qi that was usually not seen suddenly gathered here, and even the bright moon in the sky was blocked.
It was as if an immortal was writing in the sky. Golden words suddenly appeared in the sky, and all the commoners were immersed in it.
"When will the bright moon appear? Ask the blue sky with wine. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky?”
As soon as this sentence was said, the scholars who looked up were all excited. The first sentence of Ci Que was already shocking, so how could the literary talent behind it be moving?
It was as if the voice of a saint echoed in the dark night sky. Even the ordinary people felt that the momentum was extraordinary.
The entire process was like a grand ceremony. The mighty literary qi sprinkled golden liquid in the air until the last sentence of the article.
"I hope that people will live long and spend thousands of miles together.”
Finally, the poem was completed. The sky was filled with a rich literary aura. A group of scholars looked at the sky with tears in their eyes.
With such a magnificent poem, there was probably no one in this world who dared to chant the moon!
This unbelievable scene was not only happening in Qiantang County. As the bell rang, it was like a wave on the surface of the water, spreading endlessly.
From the surrounding county cities to the land of a state, to the nine provinces of the country, every place was singing the ancient Ci watchtower. The Ci that guarded the country shook the eight wastelands overnight.
It was not only the talented and proud court, but even the less cultured Jianghu seemed to feel this majestic aura.
In the Imperial City, the bronze bell on the examination hall echoed from afar.
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The eight chimes of the bell woke up the sleeping Imperial City. Unlike Qiantang County, where the literati were weak, the Imperial City was filled with most of the literati and poets of the Song Dynasty.
Several famous Confucians looked at the huge golden words in the sky and said after a long silence,""Brilliant literary talent, I can't wait!”
"A genius. I wonder which good friend's masterpiece it is?”
"It's not just a classmate. Could it be that he's a newly promoted Great Scholar?”
In the Imperial Palace, Emperor Zhao Gou's eyes seemed to be able to see through the night. He stared at it for a long time and sighed,""With such a soaring literary aura, it must be the birth of a great scholar. Immediately investigate where the great scholar came from!”
Not only was the Emperor nervous, but the officials of the various sects were also panicking. There were not many Great Confucians in the entire Great Song, and it was unknown whether they were friends or foes. Everyone was in a panic.
In contrast to the men's thoughts, countless young women and prostitutes in brothels were immersed in this beautiful poem.
Just as the entire Great Song was in an uproar, Xu Xian, who had started this, panicked. He had never thought that his unintentional action would cause such a huge commotion.
Xu Xian was secretly worried. He had made such a big scene. Would it change the trajectory of history? What if Bai Suzhen couldn't find him?
Xu Xian was still thinking about his future wife at this time. He wondered if he was born with a big heart.
Just as Xu Xian's imagination was running wild, a black light suddenly flashed in the courtyard. Normally, he would not have noticed it, but Xu Xian was already different from ordinary people.
Xu Xian walked in the direction of the sound. It was night, but in Xu Xian's eyes, it was as bright as day. He was not affected by the night at all. Even Xu Xian himself was amazed.
Thinking that it was something dirty, Xu Xian carefully removed the weeds in the yard and saw a pair of green eyes staring at him, shining like gems.
Xu Xian took a closer look and heaved a sigh of relief. It turned out to be a multi-colored cat. He could vaguely see a trace of blood.
"Are you hurt, kitten?" Xu Xian didn't want to pay any attention to it, but he saw that the multicolored cat's hind leg was injured, and it was shivering in the corner of the wall.
As a promising young man of the new era, Xu Xian had long forgotten about the commotion just now. He couldn't care less about the kitten's resistance and hugged it in his arms.
The little cat seemed to be afraid of strangers. It raised its furry tail and bared its fangs and brandished its claws.
Xu Xian had never been a kind person. He didn't care if the multi-colored cat could understand human language or not. He scolded coldly,"Be quiet, or I'll feed you to the dogs!”
It was as if the literary aura in the world had suddenly exploded. It was as if Xu Xian's every word was like spring thunder. A powerful pressure emerged from Xu Xian's body.
The kitten was startled by the sudden momentum. It quickly retracted its tail and obediently let Xu Xian play with it.
This human-like side made Xu Xian secretly amazed. Had this little cat become a spirit?
Xu Xian was bandaging the kitten when he suddenly thought of the demons running rampant in this world. He stopped what he was doing and stared at the little thing in front of him.
In the darkness, Xu Xian's eyes were as vast as the stars. The little cat was immersed in them after just one glance, as if she had walked into an endless abyss and might never come out.
However, Xu Xian saw something different in his eyes. The top of the cat's head was emitting a white light, but it looked weak and seemed like it would dissipate at any time.
Vaguely, Xu Xian knew that the cat was not a simple pet. Perhaps it had already cultivated into a spirit. However, Xu Xian did not feel the slightest fear. The weak white light made him feel very comfortable.
The cat seemed to have noticed the difference in Xu Xian. It allowed Xu Xian to bandage its wound and tilted its head to look at Xu Xian in confusion. This human-like action made Xu Xian very happy.
Just as the man and the cat were staring at each other, a whistling sound suddenly came from the sky. The courtyard that had just calmed down was once again filled with violent winds.
The cat seemed to have seen something terrible. It limped and hid in Xu Xian's clothes. Xu Xian could feel its fear.
"Stupid scholar, have you seen a cat demon?”A voice suddenly sounded, and the tone was very unpleasant.
Xu Xian looked in the direction of the voice and saw two ghostly figures floating in the air. If it weren't for the shadows on the ground, Xu Xian would have mistaken them for wandering ghosts.
"Wushuang, don't talk nonsense. The courtyard is filled with demonic qi, and this kid has the smell of a cat demon. This demon must be hiding on him!”Another strange man in a black robe berated.
The person was wrapped in a thick haze, and his hands suddenly formed a strange seal. Then, an eight-foot-long black sword appeared in the air, and its body was filled with mysterious runes.
"Kill them!"
The thunderous roar woke Xu Xian up. Feeling the cold light above his head, Xu Xian's face was full of shock. Was this Naruto, or was it Qin Shimue's Yin-Yang School?
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