Since Chen Tang went to high school, matchmakers who came to visit and talked about their relationship have been in a constant stream, and they almost stepped on the threshold.

Chen Tang was so upset that he said, "You must concentrate on preparing for the next year's emperor exam." He refused guests behind closed doors, and finally passed a few days of purity.

Today I came out and attended this poetry meeting and saw a group of beakers and swallows. I was really a bit overwhelmed.

Tao Hao next to him didn't think so. He looked at Chen Tang one by one, and he accepted it all, with a bright smile on his face, as if the girls were looking at him.

The other men in the poetry club were unwilling to be stolen by Chen Tang, and immediately used all their skills to interact with the talented women.

After all, Chen Tang is a newcomer and is not familiar with most people. In this era, although the defense between men and women is not strict, there are still basic reserved etiquette. It is impossible for him to really see the person he likes, and he will rush up with tears and howling.

Tao Hao said to Chen Tang: "I don't care. This poetry meeting will take one day and one night. Now it's just the beginning and it's not very lively. Everyone can communicate freely. At night, talking at night with candles and talking about poetry around the fire is the main topic."

Chen Tang couldn't help but complain in his heart, look at those men and women, where is the poetry meeting? The blind date meeting is almost the same...

In fact, in the world of "the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers", being able to make such an appointment, being in love with each other, is already a major breakthrough in the feudal etiquette system.

"Since that's the case, I'll walk around and take a look at the snowy scenery on the island."

"Okay, I'll go there and have some things to say. At noon, I'll go back to the yard for dinner..."

The two walked separately, looking for a place to go.

Chen Tang came here to find the scene, and he didn't want to hide in the pavilion, and recited poems in a sour way.

He is not used to the entertainment form and content of this time and space. It seems monotonous and boring, and is mostly pretentious.

However, walking on a beautiful island is a kind of enjoyment. The slow pace of wandering is quite rare, and you can relax your body and mind without worrying.

As he walked, Chen Tang seemed to have entered a state of unity between man and nature, merged with the surrounding environment, and his senses suddenly became sharp, and even the slight rustling sound of snowflakes falling were heard.

That feeling is quite mysterious.

Xueyue Island is not big, so it will take less than half an hour to walk around. The island is well developed and built, with paths, paved various pavilions, rockery, and flowing water. The people participating in the poetry meeting, except for some gathering in other courtyards, were present in many places outside.

In groups of three or three, or alone.

Some drink in the pavilion, act wildly, and even deliberately untied their robes to show their madness.

But when the cold wind blew, the thin body couldn't help but tremble...

Some of them sit with friends, talk big and talk about them, listen to their topics, which are quite high-end, and have the meaning of being high-level and giving a sense of guidance.

Listen carefully, someone suddenly said, "There is a new red card in Yihongyuan. It has a beautiful appearance and big breasts..."

This topic immediately became the focus, and the atmosphere suddenly became warm. People discussed the value of the red card, who took the lead, and how it felt...

Chen Tang heard this and was stunned and almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

At this time, the snowflakes seemed to be getting bigger.

He opened an oil paper umbrella and came to an uninhabited pavilion. He watched from the railings and saw the Crescent Lake under the snow, which was blank and plain white, with several black dots dotted in it, some were fishing boats and some were cruise ships.

The boats swayed on the lake, looking like a painting.

This scene is not the lonely thing of "birds flying across thousands of mountains and people disappearing in thousands of paths"; it is not the grand atmosphere of "frozen thousands of miles and snow falling across thousands of miles", but the graceful and charming, with a little sadness.

Chen Tang was moved and immediately took off the bookcase, took out the four treasures of the study, and spread them on the stone table in the pavilion.

Since he didn't have to bring a sword box, the book box he carried today was a small one, which was equivalent to a square bag, which was very convenient.

The weather is cold, but the square frog inkstone is used. The ink is quickly produced and is not afraid of the cold. The ink is rippling and there is no condensation at all.

What a treasure inkstone.

After grinding the ink, dip it ink and write it on.

Not long after, the poem was completed, and the pen and ink were smooth and every word was vigorous.

It's done!

Chen Tang was delighted.

Suddenly, he vaguely felt a cool breath between the lines on the paper, rippling slightly, like water waves.

This is an unprecedented discovery!

Chen Tang was both surprised and happy, so he quickly settled down and experienced the breath.

Sure enough, it feels true and exists.

"I can feel the literary spirit..."

Since he came to this world, he has written three works containing literary spirits. The first two were sold to Mr. Zhao San, which is equivalent to experimental works, and finally conjectures the concept of "literary spirit".

But at that time, the literary spirit was just a mysterious concept, unable to touch or touch, and it was very ethereal and elusive.

After selling that song "Quiet Night Thoughts", Chen Tang has not written any literary works until today, so many things cannot be verified.

Now that the poem has been completed and the literature has become a living, he has discovered the existence of breath for the first time, and it feels like a physicist suddenly discovered some strange particle...

So, is it because of practicing the qi of heaven and man?

In other words, from the moment he practiced the "Shan Yang Jing", Chen Tang could feel the literary spirit. However, he had never referenced related works, so he was ignorant.

Or, at the beginning, the feeling of qi was still very weak and the feeling was not strong; but after resolving the teacher's grievances, he received two breaths to nourish the energy, and the feeling of qi became stronger and he became more and more sensitive...

No matter what, it is an indisputable fact that Chen Tang has felt the literary spirit now.

This is not a great thing. Internal masters such as Zhao Sanye Zhan Yangchun can feel the existence of literary talent. This is their standard for buying calligraphy and paintings at high prices.

But Chen Tang suddenly discovered the mystery and was very happy.

He suddenly thought that the "Shanyang Sutra" could discover literary spirits and should also discover other auras. However, when attending the Lu Ming Banquet, he did not feel the specific aura, but he felt that the momentum was overwhelming and was quite uncomfortable.

Could that momentum be the manifestation of the official spirit?

Yes, it is likely.

For example, when facing the "Guo Peng" that day, Chen Tang felt uncomfortable, so he asked the words "Who are you?"

It is a demon, and it has its own demonic aura.

The source of discomfort is the evil spirit.

After thinking about this, Chen Tang suddenly realized and realized it in his heart: these breaths still seem blurry and not clear enough, probably because the "Shan Yang Sutra" is still in its infancy.

When you practice it and get a great success, it will definitely be different.

If that is the case, can you absorb the literary spirit in this poem by yourself?
Chapter completed!