[System] Guo Shi Wushuang

"Shen Yao, that's probably the case." Ye Gucheng echoed, his usually indifferent tone softening a bit.

The gods and monsters put more emphasis on appearance than humans, and half of a person's cultivation is spent on maintaining appearance.They are tall and have a long lifespan. They are born with the longevity that the human race is striving for, and most of them disdain to be with the human race.

Yun Yuan looked back at Mo Tiangong, didn't say much, just took off the jade crown that tied his hair, and let his long hair fall down, the white hair was pure and clear.The nearest city, Yegu City, touched it unconsciously, and it was soft and slippery.

Yun Yuan's slender fingers were inserted between the hair strands, his literary energy surged, and the hair slowly recovered from the ends to the appearance of black silk like ink.

This is a vision, and it can naturally return to normal.

Ruxue's hair is magnificent, fulfilling Yunyuan's two-dimensional dream, but he is not so boring that he is willing to be treated as a monster when he goes out.He is afraid of trouble.

"Today's matter is over." Lu Buqun jumped down from a height, Yun Yuan was not surprised.He was obsessed with the fire inside him turning from red to orange.

When he wrote this poem, man and nature were one, and he had already felt the man on the roof.Because it was Lu Buqun, he didn't point it out.

"The way of vertical and horizontal, combine vertical and horizontal." Bansheng's words seemed to carry the laws of heaven and earth, and in Yun Yuan's view, this sentence was a password to make the laws take effect.

Lu Buqun is a strategist who can play tricks on the world with his tongue.And the power that Faith Strategists can obtain is words.Doctors are half-sages who live and die with human flesh and bones, while strategists are half-sages, so what they say is true!

Before juren, the lifespan is mainly provided by poetry and other Taoism, after juren, it is all based on the competition of the holy way!

"Today, Yun Yuan wrote a poem that produced a thunder disaster. You are inexplicably amazed, and you are willing to bow down. But this poem is about being drunk and forgetting the past. It is of no great use. The effect of the vision makes you forget this poem. Released After entering this gate, you will remember Yunyuan's talent and forget Yunyuan's poetry!"

Lu Buqun spoke the truth and made up a memory for them.Such heaven-defying power is naturally limited, and the effect on Hanlin is not very good.But they are Yun Yuan's friends, well-known talents in the Seven Kingdoms, and they will never talk too much.Lu Buqun didn't bother to make him forget.

"Boy, you made too much noise. Do you know that every poem like this will continue to increase the luck of the country and your own luck for a hundred years?"

"This is the foundation of my human race's luck! So even if poetry cannot become a saint, it will last forever!"

"I will help you write this poem, and the original manuscript will be sent to the Baijia Pavilion, which will add luck to my country of Qin. And your achievements will be given to you later. At least, the title of title is indispensable."

The officials of the Seven Kingdoms are officials of the human race, and they deal with gods, ghosts, monsters and savages.Officials of a country are officials of their own country, and they deal with people.This is the reason why many great talents refuse official positions in their country.Their talents should not be used for intrigue between countries.

"Today's "Bai Jia Bao" has been published, and you alone occupy three pages!"

"A piece of "Fu Ju", a piece of "Cloud Clothes", and a piece of "Baitou Yin"! And that crazy oath! Across poems, songs, Fu, and anecdotes."

"As for the next issue of "Bai Jia Bao", your poem will definitely not be listed. But then "Feng Hua Xue Yue" will be listed in the column of "Qu Fu"."

"Did "Bai Jia Bao" offend you?" Saying so, the beard on Lu Buqun's mouth was sticking up.This is the youngest son of their strategist, how about it!

"Everyone wants to be on "Bai Jia Bao", because it will not only become famous overnight..." Lu Buqun took out a luxurious brocade bag from his arms with distress.

"There is Qiankun in this kit, it is not inferior to my Qiankun bag." His eyes fixed on the kit, reluctant to part with it, not only is it not inferior, it is even better!

It is used to reward the song "Cloud Clothes".Originally, such a poem should only be rewarded with a cloth for making Qiankun bags shared by Taoists and Yin-Yang Schools-void cloth.All the world-famous tailors greatly appreciated this poem.Because learning this poem can actually strengthen the tailor's control and imagination.

The first sentence "Yun Xiang clothes Hua Xiang Rong" gave her infinite inspiration, imitating the concept of clouds as clothes, and opened up a new way.So she came to Baijia Pavilion in person and said that she was willing to help Yunyuan make a kit from this cloth as a thank you.

Everyone's craftsmanship is exquisite and noble, but the kits blessed with her literary spirit are invulnerable to swords and guns, and are not stained with dust.What a cool artifact!

Lu Buqun didn't have the skin and face to snatch a little baby's things, but threw the rest of the swarm into Yun Yuan's arms unhappily.

The poem of Mingzhou rewards an inkstone, and it is said that using this inkstone to grind ink to write articles can make the article more unique.

And that "White-Headed Song"... the music was originally a novel, and the only person who became a semi-saint by virtue of it paid out his blood to thank Yun Yuan.He gave Yun Yuan a piano that he spent many years to make, the tone is excellent, the production is not inferior to the famous ancient pianos, if Yun Yuan can play one-tenth of it, it is enough to be moving.

The half-sage hoped that Yun Yuan could go deep into this way.But this guy's calculations are in vain!Yun Yuan is doomed to follow the vertical and horizontal path, how can he have the time to make a piano!

Lu Buqun thought gloatingly, and felt better again.

"Boy, you will go to the Confucian Temple tomorrow to receive indoctrination, and the day after tomorrow, you will leave for the Qin State Academy in the capital. I just want you to remember one thing, you must choose the road of vertical and horizontal!" The last sentence was transmitted by Lu Buqun. Secretly, no one else could hear it.

In the academy, you can already choose your own path.When he became a juren, he ran all the way to the path he believed in, and could never turn back.

"By the way, what color is the fire of life in your body now?" Even with the literary spirit left by him, Lu Buqun, he shouldn't be able to write stormy poems when he was a scholar!

"The fire of life... the orange is turning yellow." Yun Yuan glanced around calmly, saying that he missed half of it.He didn't say anything about the fire of life being half orange and half yellow.

"What did you say?"

"Orange?" Mo Tiangong, who had been silent for a long time, repeated Yun Yuan's words, and spoke slowly.

"Brother Yuan has already surpassed ordinary scholars, but I didn't expect to reach the level of Juren soon. It seems that it will not be too long before we meet Brother Yuan at the Seven Kingdoms Academy." Red is Tongsheng, orange is scholar, and yellow is Juren.

Yun Yuan only has half a tinge of orange, not because he lacks talent...but because he has not chosen his own way!How shocking!He has not yet received the Confucian Temple empowerment!

"Maybe you don't have to wait for next year's government examination to beat most of the candidates." Yun Yuan smiled and didn't reply.

He himself knows the situation in his body best, the fire of life will advance sooner or later.The body has been tortured like that by Lei Jie, and its potential is unlimited.

The poems he wrote are much more powerful than those of his peers.

"Old man, I'm really leaving this time. Boy, I'll be waiting for you in the capital." Lu Buqun waved his hand, and stuffed something into Yun Yuan's bag when the two of them were not paying attention.

As if nothing happened, Yun Yuan saluted and saw him off.For the semi-saint, there should be no less respect.

"I didn't expect Ban Shenghui to look like this." Mo Tiangong sighed while shaking the wine.

The only semi-saint he had been in contact with since he was a child was his own ancestor, who spent his whole day fiddling with mechanisms, shaking his head at him at every turn, hating iron for being weak.Like Lu Buqun, who looks vulgar, but is actually extremely shrewd, with a real temperament in his smoothness.

"This is indeed a meticulous work." The moment Lu Buqun left, the drunken people woke up one after another.The man who made things difficult for Yun Yuan earlier also saluted in admiration, but his face was slightly unwilling.The words also imply that Yun Yuan has long been prepared.

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The three of Yuan didn't know how to take up this man's words, and they were really not in the mood to argue with him, so they simply kept silent.

At this time, a boy dressed as a book boy ran in and distributed the new "Baijiabao" to everyone present.This is what Yun Yi ordered.She was afraid that someone would embarrass Yun Yuan at the essay meeting, so she used this to tell everyone Yun Yuan's oath, and hoped that they would not let Yun Yuan write poems.

"The number one ghost in the Seven Kingdoms——Yun Yuan." Some people didn't browse the pages that needed to be read carefully at this time, but just casually picked up the column of anecdotes.And the eye-catching big characters tell Yun Yuan's deeds.

"On the ninth day of September, a thunderbolt sounded from the beams of the State of Qin. Because this son made an oath—to write poems, he would not compose unless he had visions, and he would not write unless he was inspired by thunder."

"Lu Buqun, half-sage of the Qin Kingdom, responded to this oath. This is the most arrogant oath in so many years."

"But it is undeniable that he is a ghost. Let us literati from the Seven Kingdoms witness this son's future together..." There are not many words. Although Yun Yuan is talking about being arrogant, it seems more like encouraging him to protect him.Did Lu Buqun instigate it?

Yun Yuan secretly wrote down this matter.It is not difficult to choose a strategist.At first, he planned to take the path of a miscellaneous family, but he met Lu Buqun by chance, so he couldn't help feeling the word "chance".

Some literati wanted to say something, but they were covered by an exclamation.

"The front page is a song! The author is... Yun Yuan?"

""White-headed Song"? There are two poems by Yun Yuan after this! Did they both arouse the thunder? Did the thunder rob his house?"

"Which Yunyuan is it? Is it the same Yunyuan?" The crowd was in an uproar.Some people couldn't bear it anymore and asked questions.

"Yun Yuan of the Great Liang of the Qin State, is there anyone else besides him?" A quick-witted scholar thought of what he had heard recently, connected the cause and effect, and decisively affirmed this guess.

"It's him." Ye Gucheng's cold words stopped all speculation.

Yun Yuan gnawed on the fresh and juicy fruit, as if he was completely unaware that he was the focus of their discussion.In his opinion, it is the most stupid thing to be praised and then raise your head to give the other person a positive expression.

Of course, if a friend is willing to be the person who will help you to affirm, it is the most pretentious thing.

Yun Yuan looked at Yegu City, happily chose a fruit, covered it with his sleeve and handed it over.

That man also accepted it.