Qingfeng lives inside.

The strange phenomenon in the corner of the first floor gradually attracted more and more people's attention.

I don't know who took the lead, but some people with keen perception began to gather towards the desk.

"It's a high-quality poem! It's a high-quality poem!"

Someone exclaimed, and there was an uproar in the hall. People who were queuing to buy tickets didn't even bother to line up, and rushed to the source one by one. At the same time, people kept coming down from the second and third floors and joined the crowd. Even the manager and the shopkeeper behind the counter, including the beautiful woman, were attracted over there...

There were many more people watching than the previous one.

Because this time there were not only guests inside Qingfengju, but also many pedestrians on the streets outside who were attracted by the strange vision.

At this moment, the girl in green who came to the desk first was staring blankly at the brilliant poem on the table. Her beautiful eyes seemed to be nailed to it and could not be moved away.

"Nan Kezi."

"Ten miles of green mountains are far away, and the road is sandy at low tide. A few birds are crying and complaining about the passing of time. It is a desolate time again, at the end of the world."

The girl took a deep breath and looked down.

"White dew collects the waning moon, and the breeze disperses the morning clouds. I ask the lotus by the green willow bank: Do you remember the family that sold wine during the New Year?"

"What a nice view"

The girl whispered.

Confucian poetry is very popular in the mountains, but in fact most monks only value and envy its role in benefiting their cultivation. Many people do not understand aesthetics and appreciation, and can only roughly savor its flavor. However, this does not prevent them from knowing the quality of a poem, because there is heaven and earth to judge.

Good poems may not necessarily be accepted into the category of good poems, but poems that are accepted into the category of good poems are definitely good poems!

Moreover, once a poem or verse is published, it will produce a miraculous effect. Therefore, they only pursue the original manuscripts of poems or verses that are of high quality.

But the girl in green is different. She is very knowledgeable about poetry and has read many handwritten manuscripts of good poems circulated in the mountains. She does this not only for the purpose of practicing, but also as a hobby.

She knew that every poem that was selected was a beautiful "accident". It was not easy for those sentences composed of words full of emotions to be recognized by heaven and earth, and the poets who wrote these sentences were even more talented!

The poem "Deng Lou Pin" before us has a novel name, clear and leisurely imagery, harmonious contrast, bright colors and a strong sense of beauty.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look up and stare at the scholar in front of her.

It turns out that he is really a scholar from Linlu Academy...

Zhao Rong had a smile on his face at this time.

Everyone around him thought that he was calm and composed, but in fact... he was very confused.

Why is it so noisy to write a poem? It wasn’t like this when I wrote it for Qian’er before!

He looked at the people around him who were slowly quieting down. Most of them were concentrating on the lyrics they were writing. Occasionally, a few of them looked up at him, their faces filled with shock.

After all, it is extremely rare for someone outside the academy to be able to write good poetry. Once such a scholar appears, the academy will almost always extend an invitation to accept him into the academy.

At this moment, everyone was almost certain that Zhao Rong was from Linlu Academy. Of course, there was one exception, who still held a glimmer of hope...

Zhao Rong glanced at Lin Qingxuan, who was standing outside the crowd with a look of doubt, but still said nothing.

He looked again at the beautiful woman in the crowd.

The beautiful woman who had been paying attention to him saw him looking at her, her heart trembled, and she hurriedly smiled, which was very unnatural and a little flattering.

Zhao Rong just felt that this routine of you looking down on me, coming to step on me, and then I slap you in the face was very boring.

He didn't know why Lin Qingxuan came to step on him. Was it simply because he didn't like me? This was probably just an external factor. What about the internal factor?

In fact, at the beginning he wanted to just leave and not play this trick with them, but Liu Sanbian stood up to help him under that situation.

He felt that he had to repay the favor, so he picked a deserted corner and wanted to write a few poems like Qian'er's to give to Liu Sanbian, hoping that he might be able to use them.

I just didn’t expect it would cause such a big stir after I finished writing it!

Seeing that Brother Liu and everyone else beside him were still immersed in the poem "Nan Ke Zi: Ten Miles of Green Mountains Far Away", Zhao Rong tried to call out "Guai" a few times in his heart.

Since Gui found out yesterday that he was still going to "live off his wife", he has been ignoring him.

Zhao Rong didn't know why he hated freeloaders so much. What's wrong with freeloaders? Are they eating your rice?

Besides, I don’t, no…I may not be able to eat it.

"What?"

Zhao Rong was a little surprised that Gui actually responded to him, perhaps because he noticed his current special situation.

"Not angry anymore?"

"Oh, I'm not angry. You are a loser, so why do you care about me?"

"I really didn't go there to eat her gigolo. I just went there to return the jade to her and to deliver a letter."

"hehe."

“…”

"Um, what is the meaning of poetry? What is the meaning of climbing the tower?"

Gui pondered for a while.

"Poems that are graded have been recognized by heaven and earth and can become treasures of spiritual energy. I have told you this before. As for the grade of the tower... In my time in the Xuanhuang Realm, poems were only graded and not graded. Later, I heard that Confucianism wanted to grade the graded poems, but until I left, I didn't see any movement from them."

"The person who told me this secret said that the Confucian saints were going to divide the poetry into three grades and two realms."

"Climb the tower to appreciate, appreciate the falling flowers, appreciate the South Mountain."

“There is a realm of self, and there is a realm of no self.”

"The order of the three grades is the difference between high and low. The Denglou grade can only gather spiritual energy once and is used by cultivators in the Haoran realm and above; the Luohua grade can not only gather more spiritual energy, but also help bottleneck cultivators in the Fuyao realm to comprehend and break through; and the Nanshan grade is even more extraordinary, it can gather a huge amount of spiritual energy, and at the same time can help bottleneck cultivators in the Haoran realm break through!"

“As for the realm of self and the realm of no self, only the poems of Falling Flowers and Nanshan Mountain can be divided into these two realms. In other words, only when the poems of Climbing Tower contain these realms can they be classified into the latter two realms.”

“There is actually no difference between the two realms, but the poems in the realm of self can only be comprehended and absorbed by cultivators once, after which the calligraphy will lose all its spiritual energy and become an ordinary thing.”

"However, the poems in the state of no self can be repeatedly comprehended by the monks and gather spiritual energy again. It is very miraculous and is truly a creation of heaven and earth."

Gui also had to admit that Confucian poetry was indeed mysterious, especially the poetry about the state of selflessness, which was almost close to "Tao", which in his opinion should be something that a cultivator could only try to touch after reaching a higher level of practice.

Zhao Rong seemed to understand something.

Third level, second realm? Interesting.

Zhao Rong remembered that in his own time and space, a literary master had proposed a similar theory of the three realms of life for poets:

"Those who have accomplished great things and great knowledge in ancient and modern times must have gone through three stages: 'Last night the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed the high building alone and looked at the end of the world'. This is the first stage. 'My clothes are getting looser and I will never regret it. I am exhausted for her'. This is the second stage. 'I have searched for her among the crowd for thousands of times. Suddenly I turned around and found that she was there, in the dim light'. This is the third stage."

The poems written by the poets in these three realms most likely correspond to the three levels divided by the Confucian saints of this world: Denglou, Luohua and Nanshan.

As for the state of having a self and not having a self,

In my own world, I view things through my own perspective, and therefore everything is colored by my color.

In the state of no self, one views things through things, and therefore does not know what is me and what is the thing.

It’s actually easy to understand.

In a world with me, emotions outweigh the scenery; in a world without me, the scenery hides the emotions. It’s just a matter of emphasis.

After thinking this through, some of Zhao Rong's doubts were resolved.

"So the poem I wrote for Qian'er that day to help her break through the realm was a poem about falling flowers in my realm?"

"It should be."

No wonder there was no colorful vision on the paper after the poem was written. It turned out that Qian'er had sensed and absorbed it on the spot.

Speaking of Qian'er, Zhao Rong suddenly missed her a little. He didn't know what this girl was doing now...

"Confucianism is indeed uniquely endowed in the Haoran Realm. I have seen all sorts of strange Haoran Realm techniques, but in the end I still feel that Confucian techniques in this realm are the closest to the origin of the Haoran Realm."

"Um, you follow the Confucian path in Haoran Realm?"

"no."

"Haoran Realm is too easy. I just randomly picked a set of exercises and passed it in no time."

“…”

I shouldn't have asked!

Zhao Rong came back to his senses and did not pay attention to the people on the field. Instead, he turned his head to look at Liu Sanbian who liked "Qingshan". With an idea in mind, he casually pulled aside the piece of rice paper on the table with the words "Climbing the Tower to Appreciate the Poems" written on it and laid a new piece of paper on it.

Everyone around was horrified at what they saw.

Be careful, this is a place to appreciate poetry!

But the scholar at the desk didn't care and continued to do as he pleased.

I saw him rolling up his sleeves with one hand and dipping the pen in ink with the other.

Slowly write down a line of words.

"Gift to Willow Three Changes"