Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 107: Spring and Autumn Holy Page

"Pfft" Nan Yuanxi sprayed himself with a sip of tea, looking at the picture in the Shadow Stone, listening to the voice, it was clearly Wan Anbo Chen Luo.

"How come this Wan Amber has been beaten?" Someone in the audience exclaimed.

"Yes, isn't Wen Lei only a Confucian student? Wan Anbo is also a Confucian student?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Nan said that in the courtroom, there were people who questioned Wan Anbo because he didn't awaken his talent for reading, and forced Wan Anbo to write a poem about bamboo!"

"But what's going on?"

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to Nan Yuanxi.

Nan Yuan was stunned for a while, and suddenly shouted to the little Er, "Quick, quick, get my wake wood, today I want to comment on Lin Huang Lei on the spot!"

Linglong Building.

"Ah, it's Wan Amber!"

"Wan Anbo also participated in the Wen Lei?"

"Didn't Wan Anbo say before that he was not a Confucian scholar?"

"Don't talk, let me watch Wan Amber quietly"

Zhe Liu Academy.

Shengwen Square burst out with strong cheers when Tian Xiangwan introduced himself. After the students vented their enthusiasm, they heard a young voice in the shadow

"Great Xuan Wan Anbo, Chen Luo."

"It's his mother!" Some students burst out, "Is this Wan Anbo?"

"Why did he beat himself up?"

“What should I do? Am I supporting him or Sister Tian now?”

"You are stupid, he is with Sister Tian."

As soon as Kong Tianfang missed his hand in the elegant room, he plucked off one of his beards. He looked at Tian Haiyi: "Haiyi, is this the Chen Luo we know?"

Tian Haiyi also stared at the phantom to confirm again and again, nodded and said, "Head of the Academy, that's right!"

Kong Tianfang slapped the table suddenly: "Then why did he go up there?"

Tian Haiyi also looked puzzled: "Could it be Wen Xiang's killing chess?"

"Killing chess ass, that stinky chess basket, is still qualified to play dark chess?"

Tian Haiyi:;

I didn't hear anything, I didn't know, it had nothing to do with me!

Compared to the reactions from all over the capital city, the scene at Dongque was ten times more lively.

After all, as the name of "Shame of the Literati" spreads far and wide, almost everyone knows that Wan Anbo Chen Luo has an extraordinary literary talent, but unfortunately, without the talent for reading, Hao Ran Zhengqi could not be born.

The problem is, Wen Lei's competition requires Hao Ran's righteousness.

Then what did he do on stage?

For a while, everyone's eyes turned to Yan Baichuan, the literary minister who was in charge of the selection arrangement. Yan Baichuan was still sitting safely, with his eyes closed slightly, not caring about the eyes around him.

The prime minister frowned and wanted to ask questions, but his lips moved slightly, but he held back. On the contrary, Ye Heng, who was sitting above him, said curiously, "Sir Wen, this Wan Anbo is not a Confucian scholar, how can he arrange for him to compete?"

Wen Xiang turned his head and said with a faint smile: "Your Majesty, don't worry, Rong Chen sells it, and we will see the difference immediately."

Ye Heng nodded and stopped asking.

At this time, on the demon clan mission, the rabbit demon beside Bai Qingqing shouted and knelt directly on the ground: "Young Master, as far as the slaves know, Wan Anbo is indeed not a scholar!"

Bai Qingqing also had a dignified look on her face: "Get up. There must be something strange about this, but even if it is him, he will definitely not pass me."

At this moment, Hou An's voice came to mind in Dongque Square, suppressing the commotion.

"Invite Yaozu messenger to play proposition"

Bai Qingqing stood up from the soft seat, with a tall and curvy figure, her eyes were instantly firm, and with her slender thighs, she stepped down from the Yaozu viewing platform step by step, and then stepped onto the high jade platform. Bai Qingqing showed his fox ears without hesitation, and a fluffy fox tail was behind him, swaying with the swing of his waist, and I don't know how many people's heartstrings were tickled.

She stepped on the high jade platform, nodded to the left and right respectively, and then bowed respectfully to Ye Heng, who was in the high position in the front: "The Qingqiu lineage of the fox family, Bai Qingqing, was ordered by the Holy Monarch Palace of the Ten Thousand Demons to be an ambassador. Xuan. I have seen His Majesty Emperor Daxuan."

At this time, there was another commotion among the people outside, and even Chen Luo's surprise when he took the stage before was suppressed.

"Is this the daughter of Princess Danluo? Sure enough, she has the charm of Princess Danluo!"

"In those days, Princess Dan Luo, I don't know how many literati poured out, but I didn't expect a fox to be cheap in the end."

"It doesn't matter, which hero will marry the young master."

“What should I do? I kind of want to support teens!”

Ignoring the voices outside the venue, Ye Heng took a serious look at Bai Qingqing, and said gently, "Forgive the ceremony. After seeing the ceremony this time, there is no need to do more. When I was young, Sister Dan Luo She protects me a lot, and after her death, I also feel a lot of heartache. You enter the Xuanxuan this time, stay a little longer, and take a look at this Daxuan capital for your mother."

Bai Qingqing once again blessed the blessing: "Qingqing understands, thank you Your Majesty."

Ye Heng nodded, and Hou An said again: "Please ask the demon ambassador!"

Bai Qingqing stood up and glanced across the front of the four people on the stage, and finally stayed on Chen Luo for a while before moving away.

Bai Qingqing made a move, and in an instant, four groups of rays of light flew out from the seat of the envoy, suspended above the high jade platform. With a wave of Bai Qingqing's hand, the four groups of rays of light dissipated, revealing four scrolls with bark patterns, and there was an old aura on the scrolls.

"The Holy Page of Spring and Autumn?" As soon as the bark scroll appeared, a great scholar from a historian sitting in the audience got up and looked at the four volumes of bark, "This is the Holy Page of Spring and Autumn!"

Bai Qingqing smiled lightly when she heard the voice of this great scholar in the history ~IndoMTL.com~, bowed slightly, and said, "Yes, this is the Spring and Autumn Sage Page."

"There is an ancient tree that turns into a demon, which lasts three thousand years and does not die. It can be called an ancient tree in the Spring and Autumn Period."

"Tanning its bark into paper is the holy page of Spring and Autumn."

"In the past, Confucianism's most holy master, Kong Sheng, took the bark of a 30,000-year-old tree and wrote about the Spring and Autumn. Today, Qingqing does not dare to wait for the handsomeness of Confucianism, and asks for a few books of an ancient tree on Qingqiu Mountain. Leather, made into spring and autumn holy pages."

"The right to be the paper of today's literary competition."

Wen Xiang frowned slightly.

"Despicable."

In the Beifeng Building, Nan Yuanxi smashed the Xingmu in his hand bitterly. Although he is not high in cultivation, he also knows a lot about Confucianism. He heard Bai Qingqing's words and blurted out.

"Mr. Nan, what's the point here?" someone asked.

Nanyuan Xichang exhaled a sigh and explained: "You all don't know. This Spring and Autumn Sacred Page is stained with the vicissitudes of the years, and non-handed down poems cannot leave traces on it. Poems that can be written on the Spring and Autumn Sacred Pages The text must be handed down poetry.”

"According to the rules, there are two restrictions on the fighting in the arena. But the Yaozu's move means that there is one more condition for the plain."

Someone wondered: "Then can't we just reject it?"

Nan Yuanxi shook his head: "It is customary for Wen Lei to use the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and inkstone provided by the question maker. There was a demon race in the past when a question was asked, and the sacred bone of the demon race was used as a pen, and no one could handle it. Fortunately, the calligraphy sage Wang Xizhi was born, and he fought with the holy pen for an hour, and finally surrendered to the opponent, and just passed the test."

"Handed down poetry and prose" Everyone looked at the virtual shadow again, and their eyes fell on Chen Luo, "With Wan Anbo there, there must be no problem!"

At this time, Bai Qingqing in the phantom said again: "This time, the first restriction is yes"