Opening confession to the beautiful master

"Hey! That's enough, Taoist Qinglian, no personal attacks are allowed!"

Shen Wangu shouted, is Zhang Yi a normal person? Can it be compared? Isn’t that a dimensionality reduction attack?

Why is it that it's not over yet?

Taoist Priest Qinglian was too lazy to talk to Shen Wangu. Instead, he turned to look at Zhang Yi and said with an attentive smile: "You think so? Master Nephew Zhang."

"It's all up to you to get to Wensheng Academy this time. You must help me."

Priest Qinglian looked aggrieved and said coquettishly.

However, Zhang Yi did not accept this trick, especially not the trick of Taoist Qinglian, "Aren't you going to force your way into Wensheng Academy? Continue."

Zhang Yi felt happy when he saw Taoist Priest Qinglian deflated.

"Senior nephew Zhang Yi, even you make fun of me. You have changed. You are no longer the same person you were on Qinglian Peak."

Taoist Priest Qinglian gave a sweet shout and pointed out something.

"Huh? Got a story?"

Ren Qianchou and Shen Wangu instantly became energetic, pricked up their ears, and keenly sensed something was wrong.

"Here we go again! It's not over yet. Whether I can get into Wensheng Academy depends on your luck."

It was fine when there were just the two of them before, but now that Ren Qianchou and Shen Wangu are still present, Taoist Priest Qinglian cannot talk nonsense.

"Qinglian! When I become the Great Emperor, I will take good care of you."

Zhang Yi squinted his eyes and thought in his mind.

Hearing this, Taoist Priest Qinglian was overjoyed, "So you are willing to help me? I know you haven't changed yet, you are still the same young man as before."

Taoist Priest Qinglian has a smile as bright as a flower and is as happy as a child. It is difficult to connect her with the popular Taoist Priest Qinglian in the outside world.

Zhang Yi ignored Taoist Qinglian, and if he continued, he would only become confused and confused.

I saw Zhang Yi pacing on the Wensheng Platform, looking at the handwriting left on it. Each of them inspired a lot of literary spirit. It is worthy of being a Wensheng Platform.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, try this first."

"The springs are green and the springs are yellow, and the two places are nowhere to be seen."

Zhang Yi has also used his strengths as a literary copyist. Don’t you believe that he is full of knowledge and can’t arouse the reaction of the Wen Shengtai?

"What a poem, what a poem!"

Although Shen Wangu had never practiced Confucianism or read any books, he knew that this poem was not simple as soon as he heard it. The main reason was that it was very simple and made him feel the artistic conception. This is not something that ordinary people can do.

Shen Wangu immediately wrote this sentence on the Wensheng Platform as Zhang Yi said, but his handwriting was incomprehensible and crooked. He didn't expect the handwriting of the son of a dignified emperor to be so ugly.

It was also the first time for Qinglian Taoist Priest to see Zhang Yi reciting a poem. A strange light could not help but shine in his beautiful eyes, and he said slowly: "I didn't expect that Senior Nephew Zhang Yi has this ability. He hides it deeply enough. No wonder he can be recognized by Feng Guan. "

"Speaking of which... I'm a little envious of Yueyao. Being able to find you is a blessing she has spent eight lifetimes cultivating."

A look of envy bloomed in Taoist Priest Qinglian's eyes, which showed that he really envied Yueyao.

"Senior nephew Zhang Yi, can you write a love poem for me later?"

"Just one!"

As if worried that Zhang Yi would reject her, Taoist Priest Qinglian emphasized again, with a hint of hope in his eyes, and said very sincerely.

Zhang Yi frowned. He always felt that today's Taoist Qinglian was a little abnormal, but what did this have to do with him?

"no!"

Zhang Yi still refused without mercy. Isn't your old lover a contemporary Confucian sage? Consider him doing it to you!

It was rare that Priest Qinglian did not pester Zhang Yi this time. He just sighed helplessly and turned his head lonely. This made Zhang Yi a little uncomfortable.

After waiting for a long time, there was no response to the poem written by Shen Wangu. "It shouldn't be. This poem is much better than the one written above. Why didn't it cause any reaction from Wenshengtai?"

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, if you tell me another poem, I don't believe it won't arouse the reaction of Wenshengtai."

Shen Wangu said somewhat unconvinced.

"The worst thing that can't be retained in this world is that the beautiful lady is in the mirror and the flower is in the tree!"

Zhang Yi thought for a moment and immediately complied with Shen Wangu's request.

Shen Wangu couldn't help but clapped his hands and made love, and slapped Zhang Yi again with a rainbow fart. He wrote it on the Wen Sheng Platform, but unfortunately it still didn't arouse the slightest reaction, and what he had written before It is becoming dim and dull, as if it will be annihilated from the Wen Sheng Platform at any time.

Seeing this, Shen Wangu also knew what the problem was. He spread his hands and chose to give up, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, it seems that I can't go to Wensheng Academy. He only recognizes what he comes up with."

After finishing speaking, he did not forget to glance at Taoist Qinglian, as if to say, "If I can't go up, don't even think about going up."

Zhang Yi also frowned and didn't want to give up. If Shen Wangu didn't go up, wouldn't he be in trouble? He doesn't want to reveal his identity yet.

"Witch, come and try!"

Zhang Yi thought about another famous saying from time to time, and said slowly: "Tonight in the lonely hall, there is a sound of flying geese, and the moon is half-waning, it always makes people cry."

Hearing this, Ren Qianchou felt a sense of sadness in his heart. Especially when he was writing to the end, that feeling became more and more obvious.

Ren Qianchou looked at Zhang Yi with a complicated expression, "What has Master gone through to write such a sad poem?"

Before she could recover, the handwriting she wrote on the Wen Sheng Table began to become dim, exactly the same as Shen Wangu's before.

"Let me give it a try. Maybe their cultivation is too low."

Taoist priest Qinglian took the initiative to ask Ying to teach.

Zhang Yi looked at Taoist Qinglian deeply, and said with a hint of meaning: "The past is gone, just like a dream."

Taoist Qinglian's mind was like a thunderclap, and he kept muttering, "The past is gone, just like a dream... Isn't this talking about me?"

Taoist Qinglian suddenly realized and looked at Zhang Yi gratefully. It seemed unintentional, but it touched his heart.

I saw Taoist Qinglian writing vigorously and powerfully on the Wenshengtai, and the large characters were carved on the Wenshengtai, which were extremely clear.

It's just a pity that even if Taoist Qinglian had the cultivation of an emperor, her handwriting only stayed on the Wenshengtai for a while, and finally disappeared on the Wenshengtai without leaving a trace.

"It seems that Shen Wangu is right. It won't work if it's not your own thing."

Taoist Qinglian shook his head slightly disappointed, and looked at Wensheng Academy with unwillingness in his eyes. It's obvious that he has already reached the door, but he can't go in?

"Zhang Yi, my nephew, I have no other request for coming to Wensheng Academy this time, but I only ask for an explanation. If you see the contemporary Confucian sage in Wensheng Academy, please let me know that I am here."

Taoist Qinglian has already made up her mind not to enter Wensheng Academy, but it does not mean that she has given up on meeting the contemporary Confucian sage. She just placed her hope on Zhang Yi.