When ordinary people face such humiliation, they will definitely be hysterical and very crazy. Lu Kang can actually control his emotions well and act very calmly, which is very rare.

"This poem looks great, but this word is a bit unsatisfactory."

Qin Ming picked up the song "Untitled" and commented.

While speaking, he grabbed the untitled song into his arm in front of everyone.

Everyone was stunned!

Didn’t you say that this poem is written poorly?

Why did you still put it away?

Others were extremely jealous when they saw this scene. This poem "Untitled" is a poem about leaving the county. It is of extremely high standard and contains a huge amount of righteousness. It can be placed at home to suppress evil spirits and be a family heirloom.

If Xu Le becomes a great poet in the future, the value of his poem "Untitled" will continue to increase.

County Magistrate Shi Kai was also stunned. He felt regretful in his heart. Why didn’t I expect this?

Xu Le looked at this scene blankly, and he looked at Qin Ming and said, "Sir, this is a poem I wrote."

"I know, I'll save it for you first."

"Don't worry, I won't be greedy for your things."

Qin Ming said with a straight face.

Xu Le...

What else can he say?

Can he still grab the "untitled" from Qin Ming's arms?

Qin Ming was the exiled deputy prime minister. If he touched him, he would definitely not be able to take advantage of it.

"Okay, this poetry meeting has officially begun."

"You can write poems while eating."

Qin Ming changed the topic.

After hearing Qin Ming say this, Xu Le also gave up the idea of ​​"untitled".

Xu Le returned to his seat and recalled everything he had just said.

Just now, he used the words of the saint to communicate with the righteous spirit of heaven and earth, and made Lu Kang kneel down.

That feeling is wonderful. Humanity brings luck and the truth is the answer.

It is precisely because of previous actions that Xu Le's sea of ​​consciousness condensed his literary heart.

The so-called literary heart is a ray of will of a scholar. This ray of will can communicate the righteous spirit between heaven and earth, and use the righteous spirit to attack.

When this will is strong enough, it will gather the courage to become a writer.

After that, it is condensed into the Wen Palace.

At this moment, a ray of will in Xu Le's sea of ​​consciousness shines like the sun, linking the mighty aura between heaven and earth, strengthening himself bit by bit.

Through Wenxin, he can still hear other people's praise.

“This song is so well written without title!”

"When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop when will these two lines of poetry be passed down through the ages."

"Brother Xu is so amazing that he can write such awesome poems."

Xu Le felt something, and others observed my poems and gained insights. Their thoughts in the dark will temper my literary heart and make my literary heart go further.

No wonder the saints want to make merits, virtues, and words.

Whether it is to make merit, virtue, or words, you can be praised by others, thus gathering the thoughts of Confucian scholars all over the world for a lifetime. This is a bit like the incense of gods.

"How strong should a saint be?"

In this world, the saint's position is comparable to that of the Emperor of Heaven.

In name, the Emperor of Heaven is the supreme and greatest, and is the master of the universe. However, when the saints are rampant, the Emperor of Heaven must also be respectful.

It’s a pity that there was only one saint in this world, namely Confucius.

Others such as Laozi, Mozi, Xunzi, Zhuangzi, Mencius, etc. are not as good as Confucius, and can only be regarded as sub-sages.

Saints also have shortcomings, that is, they cannot live forever.

As majestic as Confucius, he also disappeared into the long river of history.

Magu sat next to Xu Le and said, "Young Master, you were so majestic when you scolded Lu Kang just now. I have only felt it in a few immortals."

"Oh, it's pretty good."

Xu Le was a little surprised.

Magu is a female fairy, and the ones she has interacted with are the most powerful people in the world.

"Ma Ye, I want to ask you a question."

Xu Le has been holding on to this problem for a long time.

"you say."

Magu looked at Xu Ledao.

"Scholars can gather their literary mind and courage, and control the righteous spirit between heaven and earth. Why can't they live forever?"

This is a question that Xu Le is curious about.

The scholars in this world are boundlessly terrifying, and even the saints cannot fight against ordinary immortals and gods.

But warriors and monks have the opportunity to live forever, but scholars cannot.

Magu said: "If you want to live forever, your soul must be permanent."

"A scholar only tempers his will, which can be immortal, but his soul will die."

"There is a difference between a monk. When a warrior reaches the level of a master, he will feed his soul with his body, transform his soul and become a Yin God, Yang God, and Conscious God."

"The same is true for monks. When they reach the realm of transformation of gods, they will cultivate into Yin God, Yang God, and Conscious God."

Xu Le probably understood that scholars practiced a will, which could be invincible, but his soul would die.

Warriors and monks practice their entire soul. Even if their body is destroyed, as long as their souls are not destroyed, they can become ghost immortals.

"Studying has no future, and even if you become a saint, you will not be able to live forever."

Xu Le instantly extinguished his heart to become a saint.

A saint is harder than a heavenly emperor. There have been several saints, and there are only one saint since ancient times.

It’s so difficult to achieve and not be able to live forever, it’s really useless.

Besides, even if Xu Le wants to be a saint, he cannot be a saint. The reason why a saint is a saint is because of their noble heart. Xu Le has self-knowledge, and he is far from the word "noble".

The sound of dong——” was crisp and pleasant, like a fairy sound brushing across the ears, and the noisy noise in the building stopped.

"It's the imperial concubine Xuan!"

Wei Delu suddenly became very excited, just like the star-chasing people in later generations saw their idols.

"The imperial concubine Xuan is coming out!"

"Rumored that this courtesan is as beautiful as a fairy, he can be compared to Princess Ruining."

"That's great, so good. Finally, I can meet this legendary courtesan."

"I wonder how beautiful the imperial concubine Xuan is?"

The scholars around them also started to talk wildly, and they looked at the second floor from time to time.

The door of a room in the middle of the second floor opened quietly, and a bead curtain hanged quietly. I could see a wonderful figure sitting behind the bead curtain. I didn’t see anyone or hear the sound. Just one glance made the men downstairs go crazy.

Magu said with some disdain: "I don't believe that this courtesan is more beautiful than the god of Luo, the fairy of flowers, and Chang'e!"

In her mind, the most beautiful people are the infinite universe, the heavens and all worlds.

Xu Le was also curious when he heard Magu's words.

The God of Luo River is almost synonymous with beauty. Cao Zhi of the Three Kingdoms period wrote an article "The Goddess of Luo River" to praise her beauty.

Chang'e is also a figure in mythology and legends. It is rumored that even the Jade Emperor's Great Heavenly Lord was fascinated by her beauty.

As for the fairy of Flowers, she is also a famous beauty in the fairy world.

Bai Mudan can fascinate a great immortal like Lu Dongbin. The beauty of the flower fairy is even more beautiful than that of Peony.
Chapter completed!