Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 110: Wen Lei, win

"This, this song" showed an unbelievable look on the face of the great Confucian historian, "Breaking the gut! This is the heartbreaking song!"

As soon as the Shijia Confucian said this, all the Confucians nodded one after another: "Bai Letian wrote in the previous dynasty that the emperor buried the mud under the spring, and I sent it to the world with snow all over my head, only to know that there are still heartbroken poems in the world and tears to Su Poxian, After 10 years of life and death, I don’t think about it, I can’t forget it, and the heart-breaking words come out in the world, but I didn’t expect that today, the demon clan is so aggressive that it forced Wan Anbo to perform a heart-breaking song!”

"Withered vines, old trees, dim crows, small bridges, flowing water, people, ancient roads, westerly thin horses, broken-hearted people, the end of the world is wonderful and sad"

"This song reminds me of Wen's Jishengmaodianyue, the words of the human footprint Banqiaoshuang, and the words are excellent!"

"The old man doesn't think so. The first three sentences are withered vines and old trees are faint, small bridges and flowing water people, ancient roads and west winds and thin horses. Although he is also a good hand, he writes the bleakness of autumn, but the key is the last two sentences, one When the sun sets in the west, the nine autumn scenes are integrated into one, and the last sentence is that the heartbroken person is in the end of the world, and the heartbreaker is perfectly integrated with the scene in the eyes, which creates this heartbreak song!"

"Huh? Do you know what it turns out to be Liu Daru!"

"Everyone, look, that holy page has changed"

At this time, on the high jade platform, the Spring and Autumn Sacred Page with "Autumn Scenery" written on it was trembling constantly, and wicker phantoms emerged from the Sacred Page, and instantly turned into a willow tree. appearance. Almost at the same time, a silent coercion covered the entire Zhongjing City. Everyone looked at the willow tree and felt that a stone was pressed against their hearts.

The willow tree is not tall or big, but in the eyes of everyone, it fills the line of sight, like a towering giant tree. Almost at the same time, the minister of letters, the minister of politics, and the minister of law stood up at the same time, and their bodies were full of righteousness. Not knowing where they came from, a few more figures flew out, guarding Ye Heng and Ye Qu, looking at the aura on their bodies, they seemed to be great Confucians.

Bai Qingqing saw the shadow of the willow tree, her face was also one side, she quickly knelt down and said respectfully: "Little fox Bai Qingqing, I have seen Liu Zu!"

The willow tree swayed and turned into an old man of unknown age. The whole person was too old to describe with years. He first glanced at Bai Qingqing, thought for a while, and then said, "Are you the half-demon little fox who seeks the holy page at the old branch?"

Bai Qingqing said quickly: "It's the little fox!"

The willow tree nodded and looked at Chen Luo again: "Little guy, you have a smell I am very familiar with."

Chen Luo was about to speak when suddenly a figure flashed beside Chen Luo, it was Song Tuizhi.

Then Song Tuizhi's face was solemn, he took a step forward, blocked Chen Luo half behind him, and cupped his hands: "I have seen Liu Zu, my teacher Zhusheng Yu Wuji, this is my little junior brother Chen Luo."

Liu Zu was not surprised by Song Tuizhi's sudden appearance, he just thought about it again: "Yu Wuji, he is Xiaozhuzi's friend, Xiaozhuzi brought him to see the old man, he is a good boy, he is a good boy. Holy?"

Immediately, Liu Zu shook his head again: "Forget it, these are not important, so don't be nervous."

He looked past Song Tuizhi and looked at Chen Luo: "This song of autumn thoughts is beneficial to the old man, and the old man is here to thank him."

After finishing speaking, Liu Zu stretched out his finger, and at a point in the void, a willow leaf that was as green as jade appeared out of thin air. At the moment when the willow leaves appeared, Bai Qingqing was shocked, trying to suppress his urge to snatch.

The willow leaf floated in front of Chen Luo, and Liu Zu said again: "Your master can handle this, you are better than him, and you look like a good boy." After that, the willow leaf floated to Chen Luo's right hand When he came out, the blue light flashed into Chen Luo's body. In an instant, a willow tattoo appeared on the back of Chen Luo's right hand. When Chen Luo thought about it, the tattoo disappeared again.

Seeing that Chen Luo had accepted the benefits, Zu Liu nodded again and looked at Bai Qingqing: "This song can be said to be the ancestor of Qiu Si, you are not wronged to lose."

Bai Qingqing bowed her head respectfully: "Yes."

Liu Zu looked at the viewing platform again, but he did not look at Ye Heng, the Emperor of Great Xuan at the top, but fell on Wen Xiang for a moment, smiled meaningfully, and then dissipated in place .

At the same time that Liu Zu disappeared, the inexplicable sense of depression also dissipated. Everyone involuntarily let out a long breath.

"Wen Wenxiang, that is" Ye Heng asked, he forced himself to calm down, his fingers were still shaking slightly, no one else felt it, but as Ye Heng, who was in the state of great Xuan, he could clearly feel it just now. To great oppression, it is like facing the way of heaven.

"Go back to Your Majesty, that's Liu Zu!" Wen Xiang turned around, gave a salute, and said, "One of the sacred trees of the Heavenly Dao is extremely ancient in existence. ."

"This should be a gift from the sacred tree of vision." Wen Xiang smiled bitterly, "I just didn't expect that the kid would actually invite the ancestor of the sacred tree"

"The gift of the holy tree! This is the gift of the holy tree!" The Confucian scholar of the Shi family who reacted suddenly cheered, "Writing has great merit, the gift of the holy tree! Hahaha, the last time I saw the gift of the holy tree, this old man , or Cao Daru's title of Marquis based on Jun Mo's words, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will die!"

"Sima Daru, stop talking. Have you ever seen the gift of the holy tree that invited the ancestor of the holy tree? I remember the last time the ancestor of the holy tree appeared, or when is Su Poxian's bright moon? Ask Qingtian for the wine. , and counting further, only Du Bansheng has climbed high. But whether it is Su Poxian or Du Bansheng, when he wrote his poems, he was already a half-sage!"

"Everyone, have you noticed that none of the four songs by Wan Amber have been named!"

One word wakes up the dreamer!

In everyone's mind, they suddenly thought of Cheng Qingzhu, the military minister who had led his troops out of Zhongjing.

Wong Bamboo and Sending Soldiers to Wanren City!

Yonghua Er sent soldiers to Wanren City!

The old guy, when he left, specially arranged two rows of Confucian scholars to chant loudly.

Shuzi, superficial!

All the great Confucians took a look at the Spring and Autumn Sacred Page, which was emitting light on the stage and suspended in mid-air.

It smells delicious!

"Wan Anbo, this Qiu Siqu, you have taken Song Song back! What are you doing!" Wen Xiang smiled faintly, and asked, suddenly his expression changed and he asked sharply.

On the high platform, Song Tuizhi carefully stuffed the scroll number on the holy page with Qiu Siqu into his sleeve, ignoring Wen Xiang's questioning, and said to Chen Luo: "The original work of this song is extremely precious, I am afraid there are The gangsters miss you. Senior brother will keep it for you!"

"Yeah!"

"Song Tuizhi! This song was written by Wen Lei, and the original manuscript should be kept in my Wenchang Pavilion!" A group of Wenchang Pavilion scholars shouted.

"Look, rascal!" Song Tuizhi gave Chen Luo a wink.

Wen Xiang frowned: "Song Tuizhi, put down the original work!" After speaking ~IndoMTL.com~ grabbed Song Tuizhi with one hand, and the original holy page in Song Tuizhi's arms trembled.

Song Tuizhi sneered, and a green bamboo appeared out of thin air in his hand. With a dozen hits in the void, there was a burst of explosions. Wen Xiang's outstretched palm trembled, and the magical power he just released was interrupted.

"Second Senior Sister, Eighteen Skills, One Great Quiet"!

Taking advantage of this time, Song Tuizhi stomped the ground with his left foot, and the whole person disappeared instantly!

Wen Xiang's face is ugly. He didn't get it when he fought with Bing Xiang before, and now he didn't get it when he fought against Song Tuizhi.

Good luck!

Obviously I came first!

At this time, Wen Xiang lost his patience and looked at Bai Qingqing: "Bai Yaoshi, can the results of this fight be announced?"

Bai Qingqing also recovered from a series of changes in the world at this time. She took a deep look at Chen Luo and suddenly smiled, and she was instantly charming.

"Wan Anbo's talent is flying high, and the little fox worships him! The human race is indeed a treasure, and the people are outstanding. This time, Wen Lei, my demon clan admits defeat!"

Bai Qingqing's charming appearance of admitting defeat was instantly spread throughout the capital through the magic circle, and bursts of cheers erupted throughout the capital.

"Wan Amber mighty!"

"Wan'an Bo Wen Yun is prosperous!"

"Wan Anbo is my pride in Beijing!"

"Wan Amber is awesome!"

"Wan Anbo took the little fox"

Huh? As if something strange was mixed in with the cheers!

"Wait!"

At this moment, a figure suddenly stood up from the auditorium and asked aloud, and the voice spread with the magic circle

"Congratulations to Wan Anbo for winning the prize!"

"But the old man is puzzled, when did Wan Anbo become a Confucian scholar? When did he come from studying hard with this arrogant and righteousness!"

"Wan Anbo please explain!"

The cheers stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at Chen Luo again