My soul can rest on the way of heaven

Chapter 536

Looking at the sweet two, Xue Qianbrow was a little envious.

She has two major wishes in life, one is to realize her family ambitions, but to find a wishful Langjun to stay with for life.

But being born in the royal family, these two wishes are very luxurious.

Xue took a deep breath with a light eyebrow and made up her mind to say, "Okay, I'll help you." "

Not long after, three holy lights appeared in the sky, and the three Yasheng Yan Shenggong, Yuzi, and Mingxinzi of the Holy Courtyard slowly descended from the sky.

"Meet the three Magi!" All the readers stood up and bowed respectfully.

As the only three remaining saints in the Holy Academy, his status is extremely respected, and he is regarded as a literary and Dao sage by the world's readers.

"No need to be polite!" As a representative of the Holy Academy, Yan Sheng said openly.

"Xie Yan Shenggong!" Goodbye to the reader.

Yan Shenggong looked at the cultivator camp with a spring breeze on his face, and said amiably: "Kong Shengyu: Have friends from afar, are you happy?" It is an honor to meet so many friends from the other world today! Please forgive me for the lack of hospitality! "

Reaching out without hitting the smiling person, the cultivators waved their hands one after another.

"Presumably everyone has been waiting impatiently, our literary meeting has officially begun!" Yan Shenggong looked at Yuzi.

Yuzi nodded, took a step forward, and said in a loud voice: "We will issue 10 questions, please answer the questions within the specified time." The top three in each question, the champion list eye and the tanhua, the champion gets three points, the list eye two points, and the tanhua one point. After the end of the 10 questions, the top 20 will be qualified to enter the Shushan Wenhai. "

When everyone listened, their hearts tightened.

There are only 10 questions, only the top three can score points for each question, there are more monks and less porridge, and the competition must be very fierce.

Yan Shenggong asked, "Mingxinzi, what else do you have to add?" "

Ming Xinzi said with a smile: "This is the first time that the talents of the two worlds have been added together, and it will definitely be a good story in the future." In order to let all the talents of Tianjiao show what they have learned, I believe that there should be no restrictions on the style, poetry and songs can be given articles, as long as they are to the point, everyone can speak freely and play to their heart's content. "

The two Yasheng nodded in agreement.

Everyone is relieved, it is best to have no stylistic restrictions, so that the play is greater.

"I'll take the first question." Ming Xinzi thought for a while and said, "Since we are now at the foot of the Holy Mountain, we will take 'Holy Mountain' as the title, and time is a blaze of incense. Which talent has a psalm in his heart, and he can speak it, we will listen to it. "

As soon as the topic came out, everyone immediately frowned and fell into deep thought.

The jade fuzi next to him lit a piece of incense and began to time.

"Brother Fang, haven't you always been as talented as a fountain of thought, and you can become a poem in seven steps? Now that the geniuses of the two realms have gathered, and there are three sub-sage masters here, why don't they stand up first and lead the way? Ouyang Yu said strangely.

"Yes, Brother Fang, you are too low-key, and the name of poetry is somewhat untrue!" Murong Qingfeng said with a smile and no smile.

"I have my own calculations in my heart, and if you don't bother with the two of you, you better take care of yourselves first." Lest you lose the last place and lose the face of your family! Fang Yun sneered.

One of them is from a cold family, the two are from a family, they are born into different classes, and they are not used to each other because of the conflict of interests, and they have some grudges. So as soon as they met, they couldn't help but for tat and ridicule each other.

In the past, because of his youth and vigor, he wrote poetry at every turn, and won the name of "poetry madness", which made their family lose face.

But now he has become calm and is in no hurry to perform.

Because he believes that he will never lose, there is another literary treasure trove of time and space in his body, just writing the poems of the mountain, he has dozens of them in his heart, at least all of them are at the level of Zhenguo.

For example, when it comes to the holy mountain, he first thinks of a poem by the poet Sheng Du Fu, called "Wangyue", which vividly describes the majesty of Mount Tai, as long as it is very suitable for changing it to the sacred mountain, it is guaranteed to suppress the whole audience as soon as it is thrown.

Therefore, he did not panic at all, but expected them to behave, and then crush them in a domineering manner.

As for the cultivator camp, he had never regarded it as an opponent.

Just then, a man raised his hand.

"I've already made a poem, can I answer it first?"

The three Yashens did not expect that the first person to raise his hand to answer the question was actually a cultivator.

Ming Xinzi said pleasantly: "Naturally, please!" "

Game god Wang Haotian suppressed his inner excitement and stood up, "Then I read it, please taste it." "

Next, Wang Haotian recited aloud:

How is Saint Sanf? It's not over.

Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut into darkness.

Swinging chest gave birth to Zeng Yun, and the birds were absolutely blinded.

It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains are small.

......

After the poem was read, the sacred mountain brightened, and a huge holy light descended into the body of the game god Wang Haotian, Wang Haotian felt that the whole body was fluttering and fluttering, and the talent seed in the body quickly germinated and grew.

At the same time, poetry turned into words and reflected in the void, illuminating the entire Wendao continent.

There are also a few more saints in the sky, as if admiring the psalms.

All the readers exclaimed.

"This is a psalm that shocks the Saint Realm, and it also alarms the Saint!"

"The poem is so beautiful, especially the last sentence is magnificent, and it enters the majesty of the sacred mountain!"

"I'm afraid it's a psalm made by some sage!"

"Ordinary sages can't do it... I feel that it may be Fang Yun! "

"Don't think about it, it must have been written by poet mad Fang Yun, only his poems can alarm the sages!"

"It is worthy of being the most talented champion in a thousand years!"

......

Inside the Zhuangyuan Building, Fang Yun, who was suspected of being the author, looked at the psalms in the sky, messy in the wind.

Isn't this poem Du Fu's "Wangyue" that he is ready to take out to suppress the audience?

Although the first sentence has changed some words, the following is exactly the same.

How was it used by others first?

Fang Yun was a little confused, could it be that he was also a traverser?

From the same world as him?

There is also the great literary hero Chu Yunfei, the owner of the pseudonym system Ye Yicheng, Huoyang with a small broken ball, the little Mengwa Han Xiaomeng, Xiao Han, Ye Fan and others, brushing and looking at Wang Haotian.

With a narrowed look, could it be that he was also a traverser, from their world?

At this time, Wang Haotian, who was suspected of being a traverser, was receiving the praise of the three Yashen.

"Good poetry! Good poetry is like fine wine, the more you taste, the more fragrant, the more flavorful! In just a few poems, the majesty and magic of the sacred mountain are exhausted! Yuzi laughed loudly.

"Especially the latter sentence 'will be the top, see the mountains and small mountains', it really stirred in my heart and was overjoyed! The holy mountain is definitely the first of ten thousand mountains, and it is well deserved! Ming Xinzi said very happily.

"The Shocking Psalm is well deserved!" Yan Shenggong nodded, looking at Wang Haotian's gaze with a little more kindness: "I can't imagine that among the cultivators, there is such a great talent!" If you have the heart, you can study in the Holy Monastery for a period of time. "

"Where and where, I only learned shallowly, I still need to learn!" The game god Wang Haotian said modestly, in fact, his heart has been turned upside down.

This kind of literary forcing turns out to be cooler than playing games!