There is a bamboo forest outside Chang'an City. There is a small courtyard deep in the bamboo forest, surrounded by stone walls, guarding a stone house made of huge rocks.

At this time, the lights were shining in the stone courtyard. An old man in a coarse cloth robe was sitting at the table reading. On the table were a teapot, two tea cups, peach and crispy almonds and other ordinary snacks. A young man of twenty-three or four was cooking tea in the corner of the courtyard, waving the fan in his hand back and forth towards the stove.

The moonlight spreads over the yard, the elderly read, and the young man cooks tea, the two of them are silent, the breeze blows through the bamboo forest, the bamboo poles stand upright, the bamboo leaves shake gently, and the wind passes through the bamboo without leaving any sound.

"Gudongdong~" The tea on the stove finally boiled. The young man stopped waving his fan and was about to get up to pick up the pot. Suddenly he felt something. He looked up at the sky and saw a dark cloud slowly covering the bright moon.

The young man frowned slightly, his eyes turned toward the palace, and his face suddenly changed, and he called "Teacher". When the old man heard this, he did not look up and said, "I understand." After a while, the old man finally finished reading the page of the book, slowly closed the book, stood up, walked forward with his hands behind his back, and looked at the West silently. In the old man's eyes, the clouds flew, the mountains and rivers retreated, and in an instant, a magnificent mansion appeared in front of the old man, which was the dignified Prince Chen's mansion.

"I haven't seen each other for many years, Gongda's temper is still so irritable."

The old man looked at the old man in green robe standing in the courtyard of the East Palace of Chen State and said in harmony.

The old man in green robe turned his eyes from King Jiang's Palace to the stone courtyard, and smiled and said, "You should act rashly and do not blame me if you don't agree with me."

The old man shook his head slightly and said, "Since Gongda is dealing with private matters, why should I get permission from me? But at this moment, the child is a guest in my country of Jiang, I hope Wenda can save his life."

The old man in green robe said, "Brother Wenhe, please rest assured. I have already stated in the poem that I will only destroy Wen's courage and not harm my life."

The old man nodded and suddenly heard a sigh from the southeast: "'Cut ten thousand treasures of literature', what's the difference between whether to save your life or not? Unfortunately, our human race will lose a genius who is rare in a century. The next year's competition will inevitably lose the expected excitement. Alas, Wenda's move may damage our human race's luck."

The person who can interrupt when Fang Xu and Chen Tong and others are naturally not someone else. Kong Xiaoru, one of the three great masters of the human race, stood in front of Confucius Temple with a look of regret.

"It's not a pity for a virtuous brother, Xiaoru. If I erase a genius, I will naturally teach a better one and will never damage the human race's fortune. If Xiaoru's virtuous brother does not believe me, he can wait for the next year to prove the authenticity."

Kong Xiaoru sneered and turned around and entered the room.

Chen Tong said again: "My filial and righteous brother has always been upright and probably won't forgive me for his hard work as a master. At the Liang Dynasty's Qixi Poetry Conference, Chen Renzhong seriously injured Xiaotu Zhaixing with a small poem "Queqiao Fairy", which left an indelible shadow on the Xiaotu's journey of literary and Taoism. If I don't destroy him now, Xiaotu Zhaixing will be destroyed. How can I watch the bright future of my beloved disciple be destroyed in his hands?"

Fang Xu in the stone courtyard refused to answer, looked sideways at the palace, and said to the young man: "Ruoyu, go and have a look."

A young man named Ruoyu bowed and responded to "Yes", turned around and left the courtyard, and after leaving the door, he stepped on the only path in front of the door. The path winded forward, rolled and rolled across the stone bridge in front of the door, and plunged into the bamboo forest, winding paths leading to the secluded world, and then led to the outside world.

Li Ruoyu didn't look very fast, and he walked every step seriously and meticulously. If he walked to the King Jiang Palace at this speed, he would probably walk until this time tomorrow. Li Ruoyu walked across the stone bridge and entered the bamboo forest in about a blink of an eye. Li Ruoyu walked out of the bamboo forest. The huge bamboo forest passed by in a flash. Although he seemed to be walking slowly.

When Li Ruoyu walked out of the bamboo forest, Qinghe, who was lost in the palace, finally returned to the square in front of the Chang'an Palace under the guidance of a palace maid. The square was silent, filled with awe-inspiring aura. Everyone had their own emotions, but they were silent. At this time, the giant axe that suppressed Jiang Zhong had begun to descend to its divine power, and it was extremely powerful, with a domineering and sharp murderous intent falling on Jiang Zhong in a serious and cruel and indifferent manner.

The palace maid who came to the square with Qinghe was so scared that her face turned pale, as if she wanted to raise her hand to do something, but was pulled by Qingqin. The palace maid said in a trembling voice: "Save him." Qingqin shook her head helplessly.

"Huh, he, what is he going to do?"

The unknown palace maid was about to turn to Qinghe for help when she suddenly heard someone screaming, and Qinghe whispered: "Look."

The palace maid looked at Jiang Zhong and found that under the golden jade barrier, he was under the giant axe and flew to lift the wine pot on the table and poured a glass of himself, then held the glass in his left hand and eased the painful expression on his face. Jiang Zhong raised the wine glass to Yuekong and said, "When will the bright moon have? Ask Qingtian with the wine."

After two sentences, the jade light on his abdomen was shaped, and a small moon appeared faintly. In a blink of an eye, the moonlight flowed all over his body, crystal clear and moist, silently wrapped around Jiang Zhong, resisting the murderous intent descending from the jade axe.

"I don't know what year it will be today in the palace in the sky."

After reading these two sentences, Jiang Zhong's expression became calm and calm. He raised his head and drank the wine in the copper bottle. He raised his hand and threw the wine glass at the giant axe hanging in the air. He suddenly grew up and his tone was raised: "I want to go back with the wind, but I am afraid that the jade tower and jade tower are too cold to the height of it."

The jade moon shines on Jiang Zhong's body, and a jade-white building emerges from the golden and jade barrier formed by the great scholar's poems and prose. The building stands tall, forming a confrontation with the giant axe in the air, absorbing and dissolving the majestic killing intent emitted by the giant axe.

Everyone in the venue witnessed these changes and was shocked to the point of being shocked. Since ancient times, have you ever seen a white-clothed showman who can stand alone in a great scholar?

"How can you dance and play with the clear shadows? "

Jiang Zhong walked with a double barrier, leaned against the giant axe in the air, first walked to Yun Feihuang, nodded slightly to her to show gratitude. Yun Feihuang's eyes shone brightly, bowed and returned the greeting, calling "Sir".

"Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, and shine without sleep. There should be no hatred, so why should we be farewell?"

Jiang Zhong turned around and walked towards Ding Que when Chen Guo University. He took a step, recited a sentence, and his literary spirit surged by 10%. When he walked in front of Ding Que, the white buildings were enough to run alongside the golden and jade barrier, and the murderous intention of the giant axe could no longer fall on Jiang Zhong.

Ding Que's eyes were suddenly clear and puzzled, looking at Jiang Zhong in fear, leaning back, opening his mouth, unable to say a word.

Jiang Zhong turned around and walked into the scene, slowly turned his head, looked at Xiang Qi one by one, Yang Qice and Yang Lingyao, and his tone became gentle: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to be complete in ancient times."

Everyone felt the natural law in the poem that cannot be reversed from ancient times to the present, and their expressions gradually changed from shock to sadness.

Jiang Zhong looked up at the moon, sighing as if he was sighing: "I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away."

As soon as these two sentences came out, the little moon in Jiang Zhong's abdomen suddenly expanded, and the noble literary spirit emitted was like a river breaking a dam. With a loud "boom", the golden and jade barrier that bound Jiang Zhong to this day was blown up!

The giant axe in the air was hit and felt something. When he was about to turn around and slash towards Jiang Zhong, a beam of light suddenly descended from the middle of the moon. When the moonlight passed by the jade axe, it paused for a moment, and the jade axe melted and disappeared.

"The words become the moon!"

Suddenly, everyone shouted: "It's the poem about the moon! It's the poem about the moon!"

Xie Yi, Gu Hou'an, Qin Baiyao and other talented scholars from all over the world all looked solemn and looked up at the beam of light. For these real literati, facing such a poem about Invitation Moon that will be famous for all ages, their position and country are no longer the most important things. They feel the unparalleled, broad-minded, elegant, and strange lyrics, and they cannot extricate themselves. They are silent in the eternal resonance beyond time and space that "I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away."

The old man in the stone courtyard outside Chang'an City looked at the moonlight and nodded happily; the elder in front of the Confucius Temple in Lu State who walked upside down when he heard the news was overjoyed and cheered; the old man in the green robe in the courtyard of the Prince of Chen State looked solemn, and the pride of heaven standing beside him suddenly understood something when he saw the teacher's sleeves trembling, and his face changed drastically.

"Chen Tong, you are a vain person as a human race!"

The young man in Chang'an City suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the west, and rebuked lightly. A bunch of moonlight flew out from the moon, then condensed into white and stabbed at the prince's mansion in Chen State.

The young man had insufficient foundation and could not see a thousand miles at a glance, but the young man wrote the lyrics tonight to invite the moon, which resonated with the entire human race.

Even if it is a great scholar in the human race, how can he compete with it?

Chen Tong reached out and pulled Chen Zhaixing, said "Go away" and left in a blink of an eye. A loud "boom" sound came from behind, and the loud East Palace of Chen State was blown into a huge pit.
Chapter completed!