Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit

He is proud and proud, solitary and proud of his time.

There was silence in front of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, except for the sound of young people reciting poems, which was like huge waves rushing out, hitting the walls of the house, swaying around and reaching everyone's ears.

Those present who can enter the quiet street all have some literary talents and status. They are not illiterate people, and they naturally have their own opinions on the appreciation of literature.

Looking at the young man dressed in white, wearing a pair of swords, standing on a chair, drinking boldly and reciting poetry happily, everyone was dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

Many literati and Confucian scholars on the literary and music lists could no longer maintain their demeanor, with shock and disbelief written on their faces.

Although some of the allusions and characters in the poems read by Anle are quite strange. After all, the difference in allusions prevents them from understanding it quickly. However, the problem is not big, because many characters can find their prototypes from the ages through careful analysis. Of course, The number of poems Yin Anle read out was too many and too fast for them to read carefully.

However, they can still easily understand and appreciate the overall quality of the poems, as well as the emotions and thoughts contained in the poems.

The smooth rhyming of a poem, the arrangement of sentences, the careful consideration of words... are not easy tasks. Who would have thought that there are people in the world who can drink, laugh, talk and write three thousand poems!

What's more, it was even found out that there are many sages and figures in these poems.

For example, there are the Taibai Sword Immortal’s poetry style that attracted the awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring rivers in the Wenqu Monument in the previous dynasty, and there are also the Thatched Cottage Saints who cared about the people’s sufferings and became saints in the world with their poems, attracting awe-inspiring people...

Anle's poems all have the style of these sages who have left their names on the Wenqu stele!

It is enough to show that Anle Ding is well-read and has studied knowledge seriously!

How could such a person commit fraud? !

Looking at the young man with flying hair, Qingzheng sword energy soaring into the sky, turning into a white python, shattering the blue clouds, and roaring to the whole Lin'an, he felt a suffocating feeling coming from the ground, making everyone's heart surge.

This child does not belong to the human world, but should be a descendant of heaven and earth!

Prime Minister Qin said that I had cheated in the imperial examination, so I set up a table in front of Prime Minister Qin's house to drink and spit out three thousand poems.

Every poem is a masterpiece. Some of them are amazing when you read them carefully. The words and sentences are carefully chosen.

Confucian scholars naturally have the ability to distinguish between good and bad poems. Some poems can be known at first glance to have a charm that can be passed down through the ages. It is like gold in the sand. No matter how long it has been covered in dust, it can still stand out and shine with elegance!

The faces of the Confucian scholars around who reported An Le's imperial examination fraud were gloomy. They were already upset by the awe-inspiring sword energy, and their limbs were trembling. Just like the three Confucian scholars who were called out by An Le to copy poems, they couldn't even hold their pens. unstable.

It was because he was overwhelmed by his momentum, and also because he was panicking and having trouble in his heart.

They reported Anle for cheating in the imperial examination, and Anle drowned out the attack with poems like the roaring river water.

Did you know how to compose poetry before Anle?

Of course, you will. The bamboo and stone in the ink bamboo painting insist on the green mountains and never relax, which already shows that the young man is a master of calligraphy and painting.

Therefore, it is not surprising that everyone wrote good poems about today's peace and happiness, but it is too strange and inhuman that all the poems are good poems worth reading!

In the carriage, Mrs. Hua sat dignifiedly, lifted the curtain, and looked through the window at the young man who burst out with awe-inspiring sword energy in front of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, and even vaguely attracted the awe-inspiring appearance in the Wenqu Monument. He couldn't help but reveal a soft smile.

In a daze, Mrs. Hua seemed to remember the scene when she saw the boy for the first time.

At that time, the young man had a tiger in his chest and vitality in his heart.

Today, the tiger shows its fangs and is in high spirits!

Mrs. Hua understands the meaning and purpose of Anle's move. Things like false accusations and dirty water cannot be explained by ordinary methods, and it is even possible that the description becomes darker and darker.

Because there is no reason to blame someone, no matter how you explain it, the dirty water you want to impose on yourself will eventually be poured out, and it will only cause a lot of trouble.

Anle also knew this, and he could only cut through the mess with a sharp knife. He could only cut away all the dark thoughts with a sword in front of everyone, kill all the crowing cocks and dog thieves, and get a fresh breeze.

Therefore, he appeared in front of the Prime Minister of Qin's mansion with his awe-inspiring sword spirit, drinking wine and spitting out three thousand poems.

With his own Haoran sword energy, he attracted the Haoran avatar on the Wenqu Monument. With so many Haoran arsenals, who dares to say that An Le is cheating?

Such a person needs to cheat?

If Prime Minister Qin still doesn't believe it, still insists on having no evidence, but still wants to examine Anle, then it will be like a severe slap in the face of the three masters of the Academy of Literature.

If someone who has achieved this greatness still slanders and commits fraud, wouldn't that mean that the greatness that the Academy of Literature has inherited for thousands of years is nothing?

Although Prime Minister Qin was extremely powerful, he really didn't dare to offend the Academy of Literature in this way.

Therefore, this is An Le's way to break the situation. It is very simple, direct and transparent, but the difficulty is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Because, if you want to write so many poems, it is impossible for ordinary literati to rack their brains, and if you want to inspire Haoran, you can't just do it.

Anle has Haoran's sword energy in his body. He uses Haoran's sword energy to turn into a white python, and then uses the three thousand poems and articles that express his literary talent as a medium. It echoes the style of the sages named in the Wenqu stele, which naturally causes the stars in the sky to move and the music on the ground to move. The monument surges with great force!

This move is very similar to the Taibai Sword Immortal who fought with wine and wrote poems like three thousand stars falling in the prosperous days of the previous dynasty!

Mrs. Hua's red lips curled up slightly, and her smile became stronger.

Prime Minister Qin planned to use this Chunwei fraud to send An Le to prison and wipe out the young man's spirit and spirit.

But I never thought that Anle would directly use it to release his youthful spirit and build up his heroic spirit.

The young man was sitting in a chair drinking uninhibitedly, and his awe-inspiring sword energy, soaring heroic spirit, and surging spirit swept out, completely shocking the whole Lin'an!

On this day, the style belongs to peace and happiness.

Even the immortals in heaven cannot take it away.

in the crowd.

Zhao Huangting, an old man from Taimiao who followed to watch the excitement, couldn't help laughing, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Okay, okay, I drank and copied three thousand poems! I slapped Qin Lishi in the face! It's so refreshing! It's so obvious!"

Zhao Huangting laughed wantonly, and many Confucian scholars looked at him. They were frightened by the old man's uninhibited and blunt remarks about Prime Minister Qin's name, and hurried away.

But the old man didn't care at all and just laughed.

In the distant sky, three figures came together, none other than the three masters of the Academy of Literature.

They followed the awe-inspiring aura in the Wenqu Monument, and when they saw the unrivaled young man, and the awe-inspiring sword aura pouring into the sky from the young man, the three of them were stunned.

Being so far away, even if he wrote three thousand poems seriously, he might not be able to attract Haoran at all. However, the young man actually possessed Haoran's sword energy.

Such sword energy penetrates the sky, as if it has penetrated the Wenqu stars in the sky, attracting vastness like the flowing water of a river!

The three wives all looked at each other with a look of surprise in their eyes.

"This boy will definitely enter the liberal arts college."

Zhu Huoxi became more and more determined with this idea.

"On that day, he consulted the forest of his heart and looked at the years in front of the Wenqu stele, which led to Haoran. Haoran seemed to have transformed into countless sages. Today, he has written many poems, and there are sages who have left their names in the Wenqu stele to attract Haoran. Shadow and style…”

"This son is born with the seed of a sage!"

Zhu Huoxi was decisive.

The second wife Pang Ji's eyes flickered, while the third wife Wang Banshan smiled happily.

At this moment, the whole Lin'an was shaken. All forces came here with intent to investigate, and many people even rushed over directly from the sky.

Li Youan was dressed in plain clothes, smiling lightly and closing his eyes, listening to the lines of poetry, with a smile of enjoyment on his lips.

When I heard "I read the sword while drunk, I read the trumpet in my dream", I felt my heart and soul trembling slightly, and it resonated with it, as if it was him who was sitting in that chair at this moment, drinking and voicing poems boldly.

Hearing the words again, "The crowd searched for her a thousand times, but when he suddenly looked back, he saw that person in a dimly lit place." Starlight suddenly spread around his body, and the famous sword trembled slightly, and the sword energy burst out, like a bull fighting.

In Lin'an Mansion, many great scholars from the temples came across.

Outside Lin'an Mansion, on the first mountain, the old man pinched his fingers and looked moved. On the sixth mountain, the Hongchen Sword Box of the Lord of the Sixth Mountain trembled endlessly. Then the sword came out of the box, and three thousand swords rose up and walked over the sixth mountain.

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Deep in Lin'an, there are many palaces.

The sun shines brightly, and the glazed gold tiles shine.

Zhao Xianyou was dressed in brocade clothes, sitting upright on the glazed tiles, holding a pot of wine filled with spiritual energy in his hand, a smile on his lips, and he drank freely. The wine slid along the corners of his mouth and flowed into his chest and abdomen, free and easy. .

"The vast blue sky has no bottom, the sun and the moon shine on the gold and silver platform..."

"Brother An, could it be that you have also entered the gate of heaven, traveled to a fairyland and returned to the human world?"

Zhao Xianyou smiled.

Then he raised the wine pot and pointed it in the direction of the white python where the aura of the sword turned into a toast.

In Tianxuan Palace.

There are many Diao Temples, and an indescribably luxurious figure is sitting on it, looking deeply into the sky, looking at the awe-inspiring sword energy that penetrates the sky and the earth of Lin'an Mansion, and narrows his eyes slightly.

"Tong Diao Temple has such a pure and upright spirit that permeates the sky and clouds, and there are even poems written out. It is so brilliant and moving, so you can go and have a look. In addition, copy many poems into a book."

A faint voice came from the mouth of the figure on the throne.

An old man with a feminine temperament and dressed in black bowed slightly: "Here."

The old man took one step forward and disappeared into the bright sunlight outside the Tianxuan Palace gate.

The man sitting on the indescribably precious throne still looked at the awe-inspiring sword energy penetrating into the sky, and slowly exhaled.

"Old Imperial Uncle, Old Imperial Uncle... you finally gave away the Qingshan Mountain. This Qingshan Sword Qi can actually merge with Haoran. It's really miraculous... It's a pity that the Qingshan Mountain has never been returned to my Zhao family. It's really a pity."

The man sighed softly, pinched his eyebrows lightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

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In the mansion of Prime Minister Qin.

The atmosphere was horribly depressing and dull.

In the study.

Qin Prime Minister Qin Lishi stood in front of the extravagant gold-carved window with his hands on his back, looking at the awe-inspiring sword energy rising in front of the gate and the endless poems that were being recited in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Qin Lishi closed his eyes.

The Northern Expedition essay in the Chunwei exam question came to mind again, making his heart throb uncontrollably.

In front of Qin Lishi's eyes, he seemed to see a handsome young man in white, waving his sword with disdain and cutting the mountain he had gathered with his power into two halves.

A sword opened the mountain. The young man held the sword and walked slowly along the crack in the mountain.

Facing him, he raised his head proudly.

Slowly opening his eyes, Qin Lishi understood that the young man was doing this to gain innocence. He didn't even need to ask for his innocence. The young man could be innocent all by himself.

Although it was reported by the Confucian scholars on the Wenqu Tablet of the Academy of Arts, Anle directly extradited Haoran Jia from the Wenqu Tablet, so who would dare to accuse him of cheating?

If he, Qin Lishi, still insists on talking about An Le and cheating, it would be tantamount to denying Haoran, who has been inherited by the Academy of Arts for thousands of years. Pang Ji, the second wife of the Academy of Arts who is close to him, will turn against him, and the senior and third wives will look angry. It would make many great scholars from the academy of arts in the court look angry.

Even though Qin Lishi was in a high and powerful position, he could not bear such public anger.

The sound of reciting poems outside the Prime Minister's Mansion continued, and each poem was like a slap on his face, because after Anle finished reciting a poem, he would add a sentence and copy another poem. head.

He mentioned that every poem was copied, which was undoubtedly a mockery of Qin Lishi's blindness and dirty behavior.

Qin Lishi knew that his youngest son Qin Qianqiu was adding fuel to the fire, but he did not stop it and even acquiesced, so he could be called complicit. This slap at this moment was not innocent at all.

However, he couldn't do it if he was asked to walk out of the prime minister's house and bow his head to apologize to the young man.

Suddenly, a figure walked by the window.

A man in a blue shirt, with his hair simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, and a handsome face saluted him with cupped fists.

"Father, my son can go and take a trip for his father."

The man said.

The man was none other than the son of Qin Lishi who had a romantic relationship with a maid. He was Qin Huaan's direct bloodline.

Qin Lishi didn't attach much importance to the heir born out of passion at first, but it wasn't until Qin Hua'an showed his excellent cultivation talent that he slowly began to pay attention to him.

After Qin Huaan obtained the Little Holy Order with his own ability, Qin Lishi really paid attention to it.

This time, Qin Huaan took the initiative to stand up, and Qin Lishi felt mixed emotions.

"No, you are preparing for the palace examination. Don't let this ruin your morale. Let Qianqiu go."

Qin Lishi finally refused.

It was Prime Minister Qin who came forward to represent him this time. After all, he still did not want the son born by this maid to represent him.

But the words gave explanations and steps, which can be regarded as a lot of changes in attitude.

Qin Hua'an, who was wearing a blue shirt, didn't have much emotional change when he heard this. He seemed to have been used to it. He just cupped his fists and said softly: "Okay."

Then he turned around and left, disappearing among the green shades of the prime minister's garden.

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In the pavilion where the meandering water flows, it seems as if the water has stopped and is no longer flowing.

The spring breeze carried the coldness and blew by, causing Qin Qianqiu's body to feel slightly chilly.

"How dare he, how dare he do this!"

Qin Qianqiu held the chess piece in his hand, his face turned slightly pale, and he seemed to have a deep breath stuck in his heart, unable to let it out.

The poems one after another were like bloody knives, piercing into his body and bringing out bright red blood.

He originally wanted to take this opportunity to completely tarnish Anle's reputation and chip away at his spirit, but he never thought that this son would actually take this opportunity to extradite Haoran in front of the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion and express his will. Instead, he slapped the Qin Prime Minister's face. .

After this time, the world called him the Prime Minister of Qin. He was so blind that he could accuse such a talented scholar who could extradite Haoran for fraud!

This made Qin Qianqiu feel a surge of unknown anger in his heart. He failed again and again, which made him extremely depressed.

Wang Qinhe, who was beside him, stared blankly at the Qingzheng Sword Qi surging outside Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, as bright as the sun, and the extradited Haoran, and he fell into a daze.

Is this the happiness we have today?

The peace and joy of fighting him before Chunwei had changed a lot. Under this sword energy, Wang Qinhe didn't know why, but he didn't even have the courage to draw his sword.

His heart acquiesced in Qin Qianqiu's behavior of slandering Anle, like a dark and smelly sewage, illuminated by the mighty sword energy that was as bright as the sun, but was cut off by indifference, and his will was also cut away, which made him angry. He even lost the courage to draw his sword.

For a moment, Wang Qinhe felt a little unmotivated. He picked up the Dragon's Back Knife and looked at the gap on the Dragon's Back Knife. He sighed for a long time.

He will never be able to catch up with happiness in this life.

In fact, he no longer has the qualifications to even compete with him.

Just when Qin Qianqiu was furious, a figure slowly appeared in the water pavilion. Thousands and thousands of people

"Sir, I asked you to go to the prime minister's palace to settle the matter."

When Qin Qianqiu saw this man, he held back his anger. This man was a powerful confidant beside Prime Minister Qin. His cultivation level was extremely high and unfathomable.

"good."

Qin Qianqiu knew that if things continued like this, it would be of no benefit to the face of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion. The longer it was delayed, the more Prime Minister Qin's Mansion would become a joke.

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In front of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion.

An Le took a sip of wine. The wine was almost at the bottom. He had not used his cultivation to suppress the drunkenness, so he was slightly tipsy, but it made him even more heroic.

The ink pool on his waist could not help but rise into the air, turning into an ink-colored sword light that kept flying past.

The energy of calligraphy and ink continued to pour into the ink pool, causing Mochi, a half-step fifth-grade sword, to emit a clear sword chant at this moment. The next moment, a sword energy burst out, and the surrounding sword energy burst out like ink stains. burst.

This sword has finally entered the ranks of fifth-grade magic weapons!

The three Confucian scholars who copied the poems had dry mouths, flushed faces, and embarrassment.

Tremblingly, they copied poems for Anle, feeling each poem, and the wolf hair became a little heavier after their hands. Finally, it became more and more heavy, killing the scholarly spirit in their hearts.

They were a little complacent and proud when they were waiting for the literary and music rankings of the Academy of Arts, but now, this complacency and pride have long been crushed to dust.

Mochi hung in front of Anle. Anle stretched out his hand and touched it gently. He glanced at the opened door of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion and the figure walking out of the door, and continued to recite the poem in his mouth.

"Both your body and name will be destroyed, and the flow of rivers will not be destroyed forever."

The face of the Confucian scholar who copied the poems changed dramatically, and the faces of the Confucian scholars around him who were on the literary and music list also turned red, feeling ashamed and angry.

Faced with An Le's scolding, there was nothing he could do, and the scholar's spirit in his heart was completely defeated.

Anle smiled, but said nothing. He just picked up the wine pot and drank the last sip of old yellow wine in the pot.

The Qin Prime Minister's Mansion, which had been closed for a long time, was finally opened.

Qin Qianqiu, who was dressed in fine clothes, walked out slowly. He stared at An Le, who was sitting on a chair and drinking freely.

Qin Qianqiu took a deep breath and said: "Mr. An, my father ordered me to tell you that he was negligent in the imperial examination fraud case. You are innocent."

After Qin Qianqiu finished speaking, he ignored her and turned around to leave.

This sentence can be regarded as a compromise and an explanation given by Prime Minister Qin. It is just an explanation for the Academy of Literature, not Anle.

However, Anle stood up from the chair and stretched.

Looking at Qin Qianqiu, he sneered.

The white python of awe-inspiring sword energy that burst out from his body roared violently, turned into an extremely cold sword light, and slashed towards Qin Qianqiu.

Qin Qianqiu turned around suddenly and saw the sword energy coming towards him!

"Anle, you are brave!"

Qin Qianqiu shouted angrily, and the turtle shell defensive magic weapon Diamond Bell reappeared.

However, when Haoran's sword energy slashed down, the diamond bell was useless. The sword energy passed through the defense of the diamond bell, and Qin Qianqiu felt a chill all over his body.

Then there was a black shadow similar to him behind him, howling, twisting, roaring and being chopped into two halves, like a filthy little devil under the bright sun, which disappeared into ashes under the bright sun.

Qin Qianqiu's legs went weak, his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and he sat paralyzed on the ground. The darkness, viciousness and other thoughts in his heart were full of cracks, including his soul.

The refined mind actually fell back to its fetal breath under the slash of this awe-inspiring sword energy.

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