"Sing!"
Hong Daoist said cheerfully, without the slightest bit of impatience in his eyes.
Jun Wuxie said, "A kind of spiritual seedling has a unique nature.
Wait for the autumn wind to cool the roots and plants.
Scattered and melted, tens of billions of gold are tender, shining on the heaven and the earth to clear the void.
Nine days held to fill the corner.
Sitting in the middle and watching, the vision is like this.
Kinds of longevity, long-term eyes without fading. "
After Jun Wuxie recited it, Hong Daoist lowered his eyebrows and smacked, nodded and smiled, "The poems are clear and meaningful, I didn't expect that there will be spiritual talents in my Xuanqing, it seems that the next Fahua Conference, poor Taoists may be able to be poetry and wine Dharma protector boy."
Jun Wuxie was overjoyed, and fell to the ground, "If you have to run away for the head teacher, Wuxie will be so heartbroken, I will not hesitate to do so."
All the inner disciples in the house were envious, but secretly regretted that they did not have Jun Wuxie's quick talent, so they could only sit back and watch him focus on beauty.
Suddenly, Jun Wuxie raised his head and said, "I report to Master Xianzun that the new disciple Xu Yi has always been proud of being brilliant, and his cultivation talent is extremely high. Brother Xu also has a peerless poetic talent. On this day of great joy, why not ask him to compose a poem, which is as beautiful as innocence!"
All of a sudden, everyone looked at Xu Yi. Xu Yi remained motionless, standing at the upper wind, the mountain wind swayed gently, his clothes fluttered, and he was graceful.
Master Chi Huo really couldn't hold back his anger, so he was about to get angry, Hong Taoist said with a smile, "Xu Yi, do you have any poems?"
Jun Wuxie looked at Xu Yi with a smile, "Brother Xu, you don't have to be humble, please do it quickly, the master teacher and the elders are still waiting."
His extremely distorted psychology, which had been suppressed for a long time, was finally stretched a little.
On the surface, Xu Yi was a big showman, and he had no conflict of interest with Jun, so he didn't deserve Jun Wuxie's jealousy.
In fact, Xu Yi's rise violated Jun Wuxie's core interests.
Xu Yi guessed right. It is extremely difficult to refine the Yanling Pill, and the spiritual root cultivators don't have to count too much. The entire Xuanqing Sect's spiritual root elders have obtained the refining of the Yanling Pill from Taoist Meng Hong, and they have just achieved their spiritual roots.
It has been more than ten years since the last time Hong Daoist refined the panacea on behalf of others.
Although it is not certain when, Hong Daoist will start refining the Yanling Pill again, but there is actually a hidden order among the inner disciples.
Jun Wuxie was almost expected by everyone, and was listed at the top of the sequence.
Xu Yi stepped in so strangely, not only was he extremely talented, but now he showed such a skill in front of Hong Daoist, the panic and jealousy in Jun Wuxie's heart were simply indescribable.
After all, it is Hong Daoist who has the final say on who he is willing to refine the Yanling Pill for, and that kind of obscure ranking cannot restrain Hong Daoist.
Once Hong Daoist fell in love with Xu Yi and refined the Yanling Pill on his behalf, Jun Wuxie would have to wait another ten or even decades if nothing unexpected happened.
How can he have this patience, let alone sit back and watch the disaster strike.
That's why he racked his brains to target Xu Yi, nothing else, just to tarnish Xu Yi's image in the minds of Daoist Hong.
At this moment, he managed to lure Hong Daoist onto the road of wanting to see Xu Yi's poems. He was about to see Xu Yi lose face, so how could he be in a bad mood.
Jun Wuxie is very clear that poetic talent and cultivation aptitude are two different things, Xu Yi's high cultivation aptitude does not mean he has poetic talent.
There are many geniuses in the cultivation world, and there are a few poetic talents like him.
Jun Wuxie stared at Xu Yi closely, trying to get a glimpse of the panic on his face, but seeing Xu Yi's face was calm, with a smile on his face, he said, "I didn't expect Brother Jun to know me so well not long after I entered the inner sect. , I just like to dance and write, and I was recommended by Brother Jun and allowed by the head teacher Xianzun, so Xu also wrote a poem."
"Put the spiritual seedlings in the field with your hands, and you can see the sky in the water when you bow your head. The six roots are clean and the way is the way. Backing is turning forward."
As soon as the words fell, the audience was suffocated, Jun Wuxie was so shocked that her eyeballs almost popped out of her sockets.
Xu Yi's poems are extremely simple, every word and sentence is very plain, not as gorgeous as Jun Wuxie.
But the implication between the lines is that even the least proficient in poetry and fu can read it.
What's even more rare is that Xu Yi's poems are very suitable for the occasion, not like Jun Wuxie's forced involvement.
In a short period of time, being able to incorporate paintings into poems and condense such sublime and natural meanings in poems is simply a poetic talent bestowed by heaven.
The audience was silent for a long time, Hong Yi gave a long and long roar, turned around and went, repeatedly chanting "backward is forward" in his mouth, and went down the mountain in a blink of an eye.
After Hong Daoist left, Chihuo Daoist announced that the Great Hall of Prayer for Heaven was over, and everyone dispersed.
Xu Yi was lonely when he came, and he was still lonely when he left.
A group of disciples from the inner sect didn't become friends with him because of his publicity, and went back to the mountain gate.
... ... ...
Wuliang Mountain is located in the northwest corner of Xuanqingzong, facing Mangyu Snow Mountain a hundred miles away, it is the most cool and quiet.
It was evening, and a crescent moon hung on the top of the snow-capped mountains, covering the already beautiful moonlight more and more like snow.
Elder Hong sat idle on the top of the mountain, looking at the book to the moon, what he was reading this time was not a training classic, but a rather famous diary of a military strategist in the secular world.
He reads this book often, and reads it often.
Today I took it out and read it for half a day, and I have a different view on some aphorisms that I thought I had already understood.
Elder Hong was hiding his book and contemplating, looking at the moon far away, when suddenly, a figure flew up the cliff and prostrated himself from a distance, "I report to Elder, Jun Wuxie begs to see you."
The person who came was the Deputy Envoy Tu under Elder Hong's command, and the deputy of Nei Envoy Qin.
Now that the Qin Nei Envoy was dead, he took over the burden of the Qin Nei Envoy, but Elder Hong hadn't made him a full-time official for a long time, and there was still a key procedure missing from the Xuanqing Zong Internal Affairs Hall.
Elder Hong still looked into the distance, and said coldly, "Whoever talks about right and wrong must be right and wrong. There is no need to see him anymore, let him come back."
Deputy Tu was stunned, "He said there is a way to deal with Xu Yi?"
Elder Hong finally turned his head, stared at Deputy Envoy Tu and said, "He really told you a lot? Did Jun Wuxie come here by himself, or did you find him?"
Deputy Envoy Tu was about to speak when Elder Hong continued, "You have no chance to lie."
Deputy Envoy Tu couldn't help shaking, kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy, saying that he was not angry with Xu's arrogance, so he specially called Jun Wuxie to use Jun Wuxie as a spearhead to relieve Elder Hong's worries.
"Sharing worries? Is it causing trouble?"
Elder Hong said coldly, "Speaking of which, you are too smart. When you saw my observation notes, you guessed my intentions and attracted Jun Wuxie. Tu San, I remember that you and Qin Er have always been at odds? "
Deputy Tu shuddered again, and said, "Elder, the younger one does have selfish intentions, and he only thought of killing Qin's envoy by the surname Xu, in order to sweep the elder's face and my Wuliangshan's face. So I wanted to share the elder's worries, and also wanted to please the elder, so that I could remove the adverb on the head. If the little one has other thoughts, the little one will be struck with a thunderbolt."