Opening confession to the beautiful master

At this time, countless beautiful images of women flashed through Fang Tiancheng's mind, including romantic relationships, unrequited love, and getting along day and night.

Without him, these women are all women who are in love with him. Since ancient times, literati have been romantic, and this is no joke.

Gradually, Fang Tiancheng's eyes became clear, and a trace of lovesickness flashed across his body, as if... some people he hadn't seen for a long time.

“You will miss lovesickness only if you don’t miss lovesickness in your life.

This time, Fang Tiancheng wrote this poem out of emotion, so he would give this poem to the girls he misses.

As the words fell, golden literary energy surged, and the bamboos around him also grew vigorously. Especially the bamboo closest to him before had undergone a qualitative transformation and turned into a golden bamboo.

"Jinzhu! It's actually Jinzhu! The last time Jinzhu appeared was because of the Northern Confucian Sage, right?"

"I didn't expect that Senior Brother's Confucianism and Taoism attainments have reached this level. We are ashamed of ourselves."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to surpass senior brother in this life."

The Confucian disciples suddenly exclaimed and looked at Fang Tiancheng with admiration.

When Fang Tiancheng saw the appearance of Golden Bamboo, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Before that, he never thought that his literary spirit would actually produce a Golden Bamboo.

The bamboos in the Confucian Saints' Forest are also very different. Golden bamboo requires too much literary spirit, and the quality requirements for literary spirit are still high. It must be irrigated once before golden bamboo can appear.

There is also a kind of dragon bamboo above the golden bamboo, but the dragon bamboo has not appeared in the Confucian Saint Forest. They all thought it was a legendary existence.

Legend has it that the birth of Longzhu can attract thousands of bamboos to worship, and understanding Confucianism and Taoism under it will be even more powerful, and it will have unexpected results.

Although it caused the birth of Jinzhu, Fang Tiancheng did not dare to underestimate Zhang Yi. God knows what kind of masterpiece Zhang Yi will make.

This person... is very demonic. After all, Fang Tiancheng has never seen anyone who can inspire so much high-quality literary spirit before practicing Confucianism and Taoism.

Zhang Yi did not blurt it out this time, and became cautious about it, and began to think about which love poem to respond to.

As he thought about it, Yueyao's figure unconsciously appeared in Zhang Yi's mind, and the scenes of the Lantern Festival that day kept flashing by.

Finally, it was fixed at the moment when Yueyao turned around and smiled at him holding the candied haws in hand, Zhang Yi's lips unconsciously formed a sweet smile.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi's whole body seemed to be exuding a "sour smell" of love, and he felt it and said leisurely: "I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, but when I suddenly looked back, that person was there, in the dimly lit place."

When this poem was read out, it contained Zhang Yi's feelings for Yueyao, which was particularly affectionate and made everyone immersed in the mysterious artistic conception.

The person in everyone's mind unconsciously emerged.

This is the highest state, which not only makes people immerse themselves in it, but also makes people immersed in it.

"Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in a dimly lit place."

Taoist Priest Qinglian muttered words, and the figure of Zhang Yi unconsciously appeared in her mind. The scenes from the first time they met to the present flashed through her mind.

But soon she felt jealous and envied Yueyao more and more, "Yueyao isn't even here, so what's the use of writing poems for her?"

She also thought of how she eagerly asked Zhang Yi to write a love poem for her when she was at Wenshengtai, but was ruthlessly rejected by Zhang Yi.

The more I thought about it, the more unbalanced I became, and the jealousy became more intense, "I really don't know what's so good about that ice pimple that it makes this kid so fascinated."

That's right, in her eyes, Yueyao is just an ice pimple with no skin and no fun at all.

"No, this time I have to go back and get a magic weapon to get the place back."

Taoist Priest Qinglian remembered that he was beaten by Yue Yao last time and was unable to fight back, and he felt even more angry.

"Boom boom boom!"

A torrent of golden literary energy irrigated the several towering giant bamboos in front of Zhang Yi like a waterfall. In the blink of an eye, he saw that the nine bamboos turned into gold, and the color was even better than Fang Tiancheng's golden bamboo. Dazzling.

Golden bamboo! Still nine golden bamboos!

Well, now the Confucian disciples are convinced. If the first time was a coincidence, the second time is definitely the real deal.

They looked at Zhang Yi as if they were looking at a monster. They really couldn't understand how he, a ruthless Taoist, could write such affectionate poems?

"Monster! It's just a monster!"

"That sentence 'Looking back suddenly, that person is in the dimly lit place' is simply comparable to the quatrains of the ages, no... better than the quatrains of the ages!"

"I've learned a lot, I've really learned a lot. Dao Sect Senior Brother has such a great talent, it would be a pity not to practice Confucianism."

Confucian disciples have already had huge waves in their hearts. They have never seen anyone able to irrigate nine golden bamboos at one time. They really can't imagine how much literary energy this requires.

Even though Fang Tiancheng knew Zhang Yi's abilities, he was still deeply shocked by Zhang Yi. However, seeing the reaction of the Confucian disciples made him feel a little better.

"As expected of Fellow Daoist Zhang, nine golden bamboos were irrigated in one go!"

Fang Tiancheng had a look of admiration on his face. He had been completely conquered by Zhang Yi through these two topic selections, but... he was still a little unwilling in his heart.

"Logically speaking, I have already lost, but I want to continue until the end to give myself an explanation."

In fact, after this discussion, Fang Tiancheng's mentality has improved a lot, especially when he saw the expressions of the Confucian disciples.

Not to mention the Confucian disciples, even Bei Ling had moments of losing his composure, although it was only a flash, but it still couldn't escape Fang Tiancheng's eyes.

It's not that he is too weak, but Zhang Yi is too demonic, too against the will of heaven!

Zhang Yi certainly had no objection to Fang Tiancheng's request. In order to complete the task of the Confucian Sage Pen, he had to accompany Fang Tiancheng to play.

Moreover, the feeling of being inspired just now also made Zhang Yi's cultivation improve, which was an unexpected gain.

"Let's decide on the last topic."

Fang Tiancheng glanced at the Confucian disciples and said softly.

He hoped that his fellow disciples would not cheat him again this time, but it was also thanks to their unintentional actions, otherwise how could he see such a quatrain.

He felt that what Zhang Yi had just written was more amazing than the poems of the Lantern Festival that day.

"Let's take life and death as the topic? Life and death have been the most difficult since ancient times."

After knowing Zhang Yi's true strength, the Confucian disciples did not dare to underestimate it. This last topic was carefully considered.

Hearing this, Fang Tiancheng fell into deep thought. Generally, Confucianists would not take life and death as a topic.

It was because if you take life and death as a topic, you will fall into it if you are not careful. I don’t know how many great Confucian scholars have fallen into it, and they are obsessed with life and death and cannot extricate themselves, and finally become obsessed.

But the benefits are also particularly great. The literary aura it triggers is not an ordinary literary aura. It contains the meaning of life and death, and can determine the life and death of a person.