"Sparse shadows slanting across the clear and shallow water, faint fragrance floating at dusk under the moon."
These two lines of plum blossoms were an eternal masterpiece. Even in a different world, even those who didn't know much about poetry would be able to understand the clear and elegant charm within it.
Gao Zhengyang also had a flash of inspiration and suddenly thought of these two lines of poetry.
In both his previous and previous lives, he was obsessed with martial arts. He did not have much attainment in literature, but it was not because he did not understand the beauty of words.
When Gao Zhengyang was young, he was the most popular literary youth. He had always had a literary dream in his heart. Unfortunately, all his talent was in martial arts, and the essays and poems he wrote were terrible.
Using the identity of Wukong to recite poems satisfied Gao Zhengyang's childhood dream of pretending to be pretentious.
Liu Qingge's infatuated appearance made Gao Zhengyang feel even more pleased.
As for the praise from the people on the boat below, Gao Zhengyang did not care. Praising and applauding was the duty of these passersby.
The problem was that the passersby below did not think so. After praising, he could not help but invite, "This poem is wonderful. I have good wine and delicious food here. Why don't the two of you come down and have a drink …"
Liu Qingge frowned slightly. The sudden invitation made her feel disturbed. But when she thought that the other party was also impressed by Gao Zhengyang's poems, she felt quite proud and proud, feeling honored.
Gao Zhengyang was not interested in socializing and said loudly, "You are also an elegant person. Since we are fated to drink this poem tonight, there is no need to drink wine."
The person on the boat was stunned, then sighed, "Yes, drinking this poem together is already intoxicating. Why drink wine! I am the one who has fallen behind … "
After a pause, he could not help but ask, "How should I address you?"
"Heavenly Horse Temple, Wukong." Gao Zhengyang didn't forget about Liu Qingge, so he made the introductions again. "This person next to this poor monk is Master Liu of Jade Spring Building."
Without waiting for the other party to speak, Gao Zhengyang said directly, "Today's fun is over. We will meet again if fate allows it."
With that, Gao Zhengyang took Qiu Qingge's hand and floated away.
Gao Zhengyang said that he came to walk in the snow to find the plum blossoms, but in fact, he wanted to take the opportunity to solve the trouble of the Pure Yang Sect.
It was not difficult to use his fists to deal with the Pure Sun Sect, but Wu Xiang had sealed his name on the Tian Ji Monument, so it was no longer suitable for him to display his martial prowess.
Gao Zhengyang also tried to use poems and Buddhist hymns to build momentum and make a name for himself. Reputation was not worth mentioning in front of a true powerhouse. But the Pure Yang Sect was just a small sect, how could they have the courage to ignore everything.
This method of solving the problem was a little roundabout, but it was very interesting.
Sure enough, as soon as the ancient saying was uttered, Liu Qingge was completely subdued. Even the passersby were captivated by her.
Gao Zhengyang had a deep understanding of human nature. He only left behind a name and then left with Liu Qingge. The other party would feel regret for not being able to see them.
In this world, the unobtainable are the best!
When the other party returned, he would definitely not forget it. This was ten times, no, a hundred times more effective than him showing his face.
"Indeed the demeanor of an expert …"
On the deck of the ship, a handsome young man wearing a golden crown and luxurious robe exclaimed.
A black-clothed guard beside him bowed slightly and said, "Ninth Master, this subordinate can chase them back."
The handsome young man waved his hand, "There is no need for that. Expert said it well, today's fun is over, if we meet again, there will be no lingering aftertaste. "
The black-clothed guard bowed and replied in a low voice.
"Right, you don't have to investigate his identity, there is no need." The handsome young man thought for a moment and ordered.
The black-clothed man standing behind him respectfully said, "Ninth Master, this is the rule set by Master."
The black-clothed man's attitude was respectful, but his tone was unshakable. He did not dare to listen to this young master on this matter.
"Forget it, do as you wish …" The handsome young man sighed helplessly. He had a gentle personality and was used to his subordinates being like this, so he would not forcefully give any orders.
A beautiful woman wearing a luxurious robe walked out of the cabin and smiled at the young man, "Ninth Master, everyone is waiting for you. It is cold outside, why don't you go in and drink …"
The beautiful woman in the luxurious robe had a graceful figure and a sweet and soft voice. She gently pulled Ninth Master's hand, her gentle and coquettish posture made people unable to refuse.
Ninth Master smiled, "Okay, let's go back and drink. I just heard two eternal verses, and I was about to share them with you … "
"Eternal verses?" The beautiful woman in the luxurious robe did not believe it, and the smile on her face could not help but have a bit of doubt.
"Of course, it is definitely a verse that can be passed down through the ages …"
The next day, the verse about plum blossoms spread like wildfire and spread among the upper circles of Tianyue City.
Humans respected martial arts, but the cultural heritage accumulated over ten thousand years was also deep enough.
Moreover, these two verses were not only beautiful, but the words were also exquisite and elegant. Even if one did not understand the meaning, they would feel a particularly moving beauty when reading it.
Wukong's name also spread along with the poem.
Originally, Wukong's name as the wonderful monk already had a certain degree of popularity. It was just that the social circle that spread it was not high. This time, from top to bottom, it also spread Wukong's name even more widely.
Liu Qingge also exerted her strength in Jade Spring Brothel. She composed a zither song based on the two verses. As soon as it was performed, it immediately won countless praises.
Zhou Yu and Zhou Yunting of the Zhou family saw the opportunity and could not help but show off, publicizing the golden Buddhist verses that Gao Zhengyang had pretended to use.
It was said that even His Majesty the Emperor had heard of it and personally praised his literary talent.
Of course, there was no evidence for this news, but everyone was happy to hear it. Word of mouth spread, making Wukong's name even more famous.
For a time, Wukong's name spread everywhere, and his momentum was extremely great.
In the Pure Yang Temple by the Green Water Canal, under the colorful blooming plum trees, Shi Xuantong and Ye Liuyun silently faced each other with gloomy expressions.
The two of them could not understand why such a boring thing like poetry was worth discussing. In just these two days, Wukong's reputation had increased by another level, and it was faintly becoming famous in Tianyue City.
Now, the two of them no longer had the courage to make a move. They could only hide in the Pure Yang Temple and sulk.
"Senior Brothers, the Sect Master ordered you to go to the main hall to see him." A little Daoist boy in green clothes ran over to pass the message. Seeing that the two of them did not look good, he did not dare to say much. After saying that, he hurriedly turned around and left.
Shi Xuantong's expression became even uglier, "Master also knows …"
Ye Liuyun said snappily, "Master already knew, but he was too lazy to care."
Shi Xuantong was most afraid of Sect Master Lu Jun. He said with a bitter face, "Senior Brother, what should we do?"
"What can we do? Let Master punish us."
It was not a problem to bully others, but it was a problem if they failed to bully others and were slapped in the face instead. Now that things had come to this, it was beyond their ability. No matter how unwilling Ye Liuyun was, he could only accept his fate.
The Pure Yang Temple covered an area of more than ten acres and had a total of five entrances. The Pure Yang Main Hall was located in the most central position. It was more than ten feet high, and the roof tiles of the main hall were cast from brass.
In the morning sunlight, the light reflected from the golden roof of the Pure Yang Main Hall could be seen even from a few miles away.
In front of the Pure Yang Main Hall was a huge flat square. On the square, hundreds of disciples in Daoist robes were practicing swordsmanship in an orderly manner.
After crossing the square, they had to climb three steps. Each step had a total of ten steps. Around the main hall, there were white jade railings.
The Pure Yang Main Hall was majestic and extraordinary. Ordinary people who walked here could not help but be awed by the aura of the main hall and be in awe.
Even a disciple like Shi Xuantong was in awe of this place. If the Sect Master did not summon him, he would rarely take the initiative to come.
Ye Liuyun and Shi Xuantong washed their hands outside the main hall, changed their clothes, and changed their shoes. They cleaned themselves up from head to toe before entering the main hall lightly.
After entering the main door, they were faced with the golden statue of the True Martial Divine Emperor. On the right side of the True Martial Divine Emperor was a Daoist in a red Daoist robe with a sword on his back.
This Daoist was the founder of the Pure Yang Sect, Lu Chunyang. It was said that he was also a peerless swordsman who dominated the world.
Lu Jun, who had inherited the Pure Yang Sect Master's position, was already the 77th Sect Master according to the records.
Lu Jun sat under the golden statue of the Patriarch. His yellow face was like a piece of dried ginger. His eyebrows were almost all gone, leaving only two inconspicuous black spots. His sparse gray hair was barely tied into a Daoist bun, completely unable to cover his shiny scalp.
"Master." Ye Liuyun was the first to kneel and kowtow.
Shi Xuantong followed behind him and kowtowed, but he did not even dare to make a sound.
The old man slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were sharp and cold, like two swords that were flickering and spitting. It was terrifying.
When he looked at him, Shi Xuantong felt his face heat up. It was as if an invisible blade had pierced his brain. The intense pain almost made him scream.
Shi Xuantong endured it bitterly, not even daring to show his painful expression. He knew that this was his master lecturing him.
Lu Jun hated weakness and incompetence. If he dared to scream, he would definitely end up worse.
Ye Liuyun's handsome face was covered in sweat. His cultivation was high, so the pressure he felt was greater.
Fortunately, Lu Jun quickly retracted his gaze and slowly closed his eyes. "Go and apologize to Wukong, and this matter will end here."
Shi Xuantong was stunned. Lu Jun had always been protective. How could this happen?
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