The martial arts training ground was filled with laughter and lively.

Linghu Chong was thinking about his past, and he was fighting with his junior brothers and sisters at this moment. Lu Dayou jumped up and down, and Tao Jun made jokes. He occasionally looked at Yue Lingshan among the Yingying and Yanyan, and felt that life was joyful, but that was the case.

Shen Yuanjing walked in from outside the door and his voice suddenly became smaller. Everyone came forward to salute, with a much more correct expression.

Linghu Chong had heard Yue Lingshan talk about it a long time ago, and it was not surprising that Shen Yuanjing was the prestige among his junior brothers and sisters. He smiled and said, "Second junior brother, you are here just in time. Today's morning class is about to begin. If the master is not here, you should host it."

Everyone was both happy and afraid when they heard this. What they were happy was that Shen Yuanjing was indeed better than Master’s Senior Brother. After a few months, everyone made rapid progress. What they were afraid of was that the second Senior Brother was not easy to get close to, and he usually didn’t scold people. Only someone made a mistake, and he took a look at him and made people feel chilled and ashamed.

"No, you have come out of seclusion, so I can take off this burden and walk down the mountain again." Shen Yuanjing was already impatient with his disciples. He had only had a moment of thought a while ago, and now he has been freed, so he will naturally not jump in again.

"Sister brother, why bother to worry? I've just come out, so stay for a few more days?"

"I haven't heard of the news about the Huashan School for several months, so I'm afraid I'm lonely!"

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The main building of the Yellow Crane Tower is built on a high platform by the Yangtze River. It is three floors high and has two hip-top pavilions on it. There is a small square hall in front of the building, and the entrance is in front of it. The two sides are surrounded by pink walls. The road in front of the door is facing the river and the slope is on the other side.

The corridor is winding, the archway is upright, the pavilions, the terraces and the pavilions are each standing by the tall and majestic main building. They are not only majestic and magnificent in the northern gardens, but also show the beautiful and spiritual nature of the Jiangnan gardens.

After leaving everyone in the sect, Shen Yuanjing went down the mountain that day and headed south all the way to the Yangtze River in a blink of an eye.

It is the clear and refreshing autumn season, with lush trees and mountains blooming, and the breeze gently caressing, which makes people intoxicated.

Living on a tall building, looking down at the surging river, it is difficult forever, and is determined to flow eastward. Shen Yuanjing felt the "boundless fallen trees" in Huashan's sword technique. When he looked again, he felt that "the endless Yangtze River rolled in", and at this time he also felt a sense of rise and fall.

Take the world of laughing and proud, the court was Ming but not Ming, and history changed only because of one thing. Ninety years ago, the eunuch Wang Zhen, among thousands of troops, suddenly attacked and killed the leader of the Oirat. The emperor immediately led the entire army to attack, fought against the Oirat, and then defeated the Tatars, gaining the title of the temple name of the Xianzong and the posthumous title of Emperor Wu.

At this time, the world is peaceful and peaceful, and singing and dancing are at peace. There is no need to learn from Guo Jing's "the greatest hero is to serve the country and the people."

The building was noisy and hustle and bustle. Some literati held a banquet here. No official or famous scholar, or the disciples or their support were allowed. Shen Yuanjing was bored for a moment, so he took out the famous letters of the scholar and looked for a corner to lean on the railing alone.

There were crowds of people downstairs, and the hawking sounds were everywhere. A girl in light yellow clothes looked lively. She looked around and suddenly pulled out a piece from the candied haws stall and stuffed it into her mouth. The old man selling the goods was extremely angry and scolded him. A tall man in black next to him came up and apologized while giving money.

"Brother Shen, what are you looking at?" a young man with a white long robe came over and said, "Today, we are making friends through literature, and everyone is writing poems aside. I wonder if Brother Shen has a masterpiece?"

"I have never been good at poetry, and even more so when I got here, I only had Cui Sixun's masterpiece "Where is the hometown at dusk? The smoke and waves on the river make people sad." I feel homesick and I can't do anything."

"Haha, Brother Chen is young and should be a great time to be a great time to make achievements in the imperial examination and achieve success. Why did he suddenly think of his family?" Another Shaanxi scholar at the same time smiled and said, "This is a bit dusk."

Originally, Shen Yuanjing was plain and cold, and he never socialized with others, but he could not resist his lofty temperament and charming style. He was both beautiful and good at playing the piano. At that time, people praised him as a lotus, which was compared with Ji Kang.

Of course, those who are not jealous of others are nothing more than the wealth of being generous and not arrogant, but who has something to ask for and never refuse.

Seeing that Shen Yuanjing was indeed unintentional to poetry, the two friends shook their heads, returned to the banquet, and drank and carried out orders.

It’s not that Shen Yuanjing cannot write poetry, but his ambition is not a temple. Whether he has a literary reputation does not affect his own swords and free martial arts.

"Okay!" A talented man wrote another wonderful poem, which won everyone's applause. Seeing that the little girl was already jumping away, Shen Yuanjing also had the intention to leave.

"Brother Chen, it's probably inappropriate to leave the table at this moment, right?" A gray-clothed scholar with triangular eyes and eyebrows stopped him and shouted loudly on purpose. Everyone in the building was attracted.

But the afterglow of the sunset happened to hit the building. Shen Yuanjing stepped on the rays of the sunset, and his white clothes swung with the river breeze, like an immortal coming to the world. The gray-robed scholar next to him looked like a rat, and his true form appeared in the golden light in the sky.

The host of the banquet was waiting to be blamed, but was impressed by Shen Yuanjing's favor. His words were suffocated and turned to gentle: "Is there something wrong with the reform?" Reform is Shen Yuanjing's word, meaning "Although Zhou is an old country, his fate is renewed."

The gray-robed scholar did not notice the strangeness in the eyes of everyone in the building. Instead, he was proud of being able to stop Shen Yuanjing in advance and said, "He has nothing to do with him. I'm afraid he looks down on the poetic talent we are waiting for, and he just disdains to join us."

This was so provocative that the talented men frowned, but when they saw him holding his head up, his chest was short and hunched, and his voice was as sharp as a "squeak", he couldn't help laughing, and no one spoke for a while.

Seeing that his eyes were gathered on him, the gray-robed scholar felt even more and became the mastermind: "Brother Chen must leave, it's all right. He must present the masterpiece first."

He raised his head and took two steps, touched the sighing beards with his right hand, and then waved his hand: "As long as there is something like 'the river goes east, the waves wash away, and the eternal heroes', it seems that they can stay or leave."

Everyone was stunned. This request was more than just rude. On-site proposition, and another poem comparable to "Nian Nujiao - Nostalgia of Chibi", even if Po Xian descended to earth, it would be impossible.

Some insiders could no longer help but turn around and cover their faces and laugh wildly.

This gray-robed scholar also has little fame. He has only read the eight-legged books in his life, but he likes to show off. He once said to the gentleman of the Three Kingdoms in the teahouse: "There was Kong Ming after Confucius, which can be said to be a family heir of morality."

The storyteller was stunned and asked, "Do you know who Zhuge Liang is?" The gray-robed scholar pointed carefully and said, "Could it be?" The storyteller didn't dare to say anything anymore, so he bowed his hand, packed his things and ran away.

This sentence "The river flows eastward, the waves wash away, and the eternal heroes" may be because someone recited it at the banquet just now, and the gray-robed scholar hurriedly wrote it down.

As the saying goes, "If God doesn't take it, he will suffer the consequences."

After the gray-robed scholar set up the stage, Shen Yuanjing was no longer polite. Su Dongpo's words were naturally difficult to reach, but it was still possible to shock the Ming Dynasty literati: "Get paper and pen!"

In his previous life, he had been practicing calligraphy since he was a child. The Baiyu World where Shen Yuanjing was accustomed to using martial arts to write, but the world where he laughed and proud, he loved Ouyang Lugeng. The combination of the two was written with the will of returning wind and dancing willow swords, and his sharp aura was almost gone:

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes.

Right and wrong, success and failure turn into nothing.

The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red for several times.

The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter are on the river bank, and are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of turbid wine meets happily.

How many things happen in ancient and modern times are all laughing at.”
Chapter completed!