Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 125: Red Dust Poetry, Open
About half an hour later, a hundred people had stepped onto the platform of Zhaixinglou.
The Great Confucian Leng Bing no longer had any coldness on his face at this moment, and there was a spring breeze-like smile on his face. Although it was said that the demon clan Bai Fei took the second place, four of the top five were human races, not to mention that the first name Chen Luo actually triggered two visions of "azure clouds straight up" and "strong winds open the way".
As a supporter of great Confucianism, he naturally has Wenchang Pavilion's credit reward.
Of course Daru Leng doesn't like that reward.
The main purpose is to protect the unspoken rules of the great Confucianism. I dare not think about the original work, but you can ask Chen Luo to write a piece of "On Poems and Gifts to Leng Great Confucianism to Protect the Star Tower" again!
In the past, Li Qinglian and Su Poxian held the two blessing poetry gatherings, in order to get the position of the great scholar on duty, but there was a great scholar who offered the price of a great scholar's treasure.
Facts have proved that the great Confucian family who finally paid the great Confucian Wenbao made a lot of money.
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"Cough, brother Leng, I have something to discuss with you..." Another great Confucian said through voice transmission, but he didn't say the next sentence, Leng Hanbing directly resumed his icy tone, "On duty The qualifications of the Great Confucian have been decided today, unless you take out a piece of Great Confucianism, the old man will not change it!"
The Great Confucian froze and smiled awkwardly: "It's alright...it's alright..."
Hey, although Wan Anbo is a talented person, he still can't reach the level of Li and Su's use of poetry on Tongtian Road.
Give it to the Confucian Wenbao, and you will pay for it!
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Chen Luo looked at Ji Zhong who was standing behind him and was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Ji Zhong would follow Wang Bugui, and he was the fifth person to climb the platform of Zhaixinglou.
At this time, Wang Bugui stepped forward and bowed his hands to Chen Luo: "Wan Anbo, I've been looking forward to it for a long time. Last time Wen Lei was inconvenient, so I can't talk about it more. When I saw it today, I was very happy. The twelfth generation grandson, the king does not return."
At this time, Tian Xiangwan also came over and bowed: "Zheliu Academy, Tian Xiangwan, I have met Wan Anbo and Mr. Chen."
Chen Luo was taken aback for a moment, remembering that he seemed to have the title of "professor" in the eight major academies in Zhongjing, and he even used the jade card given by others to pretend that something. No wonder Tian Xiangwan added Mr. Chen.
Chen Luo returned the salute one by one: "Hello, Mr. Wang, and Mrs. Tian."
Wang Bugui looked at Ji Zhong again, and also saluted. Ji Zhong nodded slightly, then took a half step closer to Chen Luo, indicating that he was just a guard, and a look of surprise flashed on Wang Bugui's face.
"Fortunately, Wan Anbo turned the tide and won the first place in the building. If the demon clan takes the first place this time, I am afraid that I will leave a name in the history. But it is not a good reputation, but an infamy."
Tian Xiangwan nodded: "Especially my second place and Wang brother's third place. They will definitely be remembered."
Chen Luo waved his hand: "The article is born in nature, and it is obtained by chance. I also heard some students' comments, and I suddenly felt it."
"Wan Anbo is too modest." Wang Bugui shook his head, "your sentence 'there are talented people in the country, each leading the way for hundreds of years' is a blow to my grievance towards the poetry world. Even if it is me, I have thought in my heart that the seven musts have been written by my ancestors to the level of transcendence and sanctification, so what can I do if I am a genius?"
"Today, when I heard Wan Anbo's deafening remarks, my heart melted in an instant."
"My generation should have the heart to lead the way, follow the path of the predecessors, and go further!"
Chen Luo looked at Wang Bugui, who was suddenly hot-blooded, and was stunned.
Good guy, I thought it was a romantic noble boy, but it turned out to be a hot-blooded middle school boy.
To deal with this kind of person, just pretend.
"Brother Wang is right. As the saying goes, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the new generation replaces the old!"
"Wonderful! This sentence is also wonderful, I wonder if Wang would be lucky enough to read the full text?"
"Huh?" Chen Luo was taken aback for a moment, "This... two sentences I came up with on a whim, are not connected up and down."
"It's a pity! If Wan Anbo has a continuation, be sure to let me know."
"For sure, for sure!"
Tian Xiangwan frowned as she watched Chen Luo and Wang Bugui come and go.
Men, are they all so boring?
She took another step forward, came to Chen Luo's side, and said, "Mr. Chen, if you enter the Crystal Demon Realm, be careful of Fang Xiujie."
Chen Luo was startled, greeted Tian Xiangwan slightly, and glanced around in the crowd. Sure enough, he saw Fang Xiujie standing on the edge of the platform, peeking at him, when he saw Chen Luo His eyes looked at him, and he pretended to be inadvertently averted.
At this moment, Leng Bing's voice sounded again.
"Everyone. First of all, congratulations, everyone has boarded the Star-Zhiking Tower, and you can pray for the second time. The power of heaven on your body is at least twice that of the people downstairs!"
"For the second time, the power of the Heavenly Dao does not come from the Heavenly Dao, but from the Tongtian Road."
"If you can touch the road to the sky with the meaning of poetry, not only will the power of the heavens be lowered, but also a lot of righteousness will be given. The amount that Yi An received back then was equivalent to ten years of hard work."
"This is a great opportunity given by Wenchang Pavilion. Don't miss it."
"This matter is not allowed to be shared!"
As soon as Leng Hanbing said this, the children of the aristocratic family who had known about it for a long time were fine, but the faces of the poor disciples of the academy showed a look of surprise.
"There is such an opportunity! It's a shame, I was in a hurry, and the poems I prepared were not the best choice!"
"I originally prepared a strong line poem, but the last sentence still needs to be scrutinized. Can I take more time?"
"How could there be such a big opportunity, I knew it would take a year to polish it!"
Compared to the anxiety of Confucian scholars, the demon clan is a little calmer.
A total of eight half-demons came up in the top 100 this time.
"No wonder I was asked to make an oath before and not to leak the matter of the sky above. It turned out to be the case." Bai Fei thought to himself, "But I still have to take the road of demon repair in the end, which is a little more righteous. It doesn't matter a little less."
Thinking of this, Bai Fei glanced at Chen Luo angrily again: "It's all him! Otherwise, I'll be the number one on stage!"
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"Young Master, you **** me..." Ji Zhong stood behind Chen Luo and said softly.
Chen Luo was taken aback for a moment, looked at Ji Zhong with a serious face, and smiled: "It's okay, I originally took the stage with a lot more power than you, you have to add more fuel, or you will really follow Not in my footsteps."
Ji Zhong thought for a while, and wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Chen Luo's eyes, Ji Zhong had no choice but to nod his head.
Chen Luo sighed in his heart, he really didn't expect the second prayer to be the rule.
But he couldn't absorb Xiaoji's righteousness. He knew how hard it was for others to gather "qi" when he started martial arts. This time, he has the opportunity to get the "Horran Righteousness" that he has studied hard for many years for nothing. Of course, he will let Ji Zhong get it.
What's the use of him sucking so much righteousness?
He could feel that when he climbed the building just now, the power of the Heavenly Dao he got was several times that of the second-ranked demon clan. It didn't matter if he didn't fight, he just thought it was Xiaoji's accompaniment.
Thinking of this, Chen Luo also felt a little bored and began to look around.
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"Huh? This kid, why don't you suck?" Leng Binghan frowned when he saw that Chen Luo didn't seem to use the suction star to absorb Haoran's righteousness.
"How can he inspire the Confucianism to reach the heavens if he doesn't imbibe Haoran's righteousness?
"He is reluctant to **** his book boy, so he can **** the old man. The old man is so righteous and doesn't care if he sucks!"
"I'm so **** off."
"Brother Leng." Seeing that Leng Hanbing didn't know what to think, a great scholar quickly reminded him through voice transmission, "It's time to say the rules."
Leng Hanbing reacted, coughed twice, suppressed the noisy sound of the platform, and said: "This time, the top five people will stay, and the rest can start writing."
After speaking, Leng Bingbing waved his hand, and five slates suddenly rose above the platform.
"The top five people can write your poems on this slate. This slate is a treasure of the collapsed world. It has a trace of fragments of heaven, which can help you reach the Dao more easily."
As soon as the words fell, envious eyes fell on the top five, but they couldn't blame others, so everyone calmed down, walked to their desks, and started writing.
After a while, the entire Tongtianlou platform was filled with awe. All of a sudden, there was a streak of righteousness that fell from nowhere and shot into the body of a Confucian scholar.
"Yes, righteousness is like an arrow, enough to be worth the hard work in June!"
At this time, several more righteous qi turned into meteors, appeared from nowhere, and shot into the bodies of several other Confucian scholars.
"Upright flying stars, equivalent to a year of hard study!"
After a while, countless righteous energy emerged from the sky above the platform and shot into the bodies of those Confucian scholars, but they were basically righteousness like arrows and righteousness flying stars.
At this time, the platform is full of righteousness, the power of heaven is strong, and everyone seems to be getting a lot of benefits.
Leng Hanbing glanced at Chen Luo's people: "It's your turn."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes turned to the five people in front of them, and the heart of comparison came to their hearts.
Ji Zhong stepped forward with no expression on his face. He was the first to pick up the pen and finished writing a poem. Then he turned around and walked to stand behind Chen Luo.
At this moment, a beam of righteousness emerged above Ji Zhong's head, transformed into a scroll of bamboo slips, and plunged into Ji Zhong's body. A strange look flashed on Leng Hanbing's face, and he looked at the poems written by Ji Zhong, and asked, "You can write books with integrity, but you can cultivate for three years. Little friend, what kind of classics are you majoring in?"
Ji Zhongshili responded: "Spring and Autumn."
Leng Hanbing looked at Ji Zhong again, nodded slightly, and praised: "Jun is also talented!"
After he finished speaking, he looked at Wang Bugui: "It's your turn."
Wang Bugui strode forward, writing with confidence in his mind. After writing, he raised his head and looked up at the sky.
There was a mass of righteousness in the sky, which turned into the shape of a giant hammer, hit Wang Bugui's head, and disappeared.
"The hammer of righteousness can be studied hard for two years."
Wang Bugui shrugged and muttered softly: "It's only two years, write a hammer!"
The third place was Tian Xiangwan, whose righteousness turned into a group of butterflies.
Five years of hard work.
Then the second place is Bai Fei. Surprisingly, Bai Fei also wrote a poem about the righteousness of the butterfly. Several great Confucians present frowned slightly, wondering if they could draw Bai Fei back to the human race.
But everyone quickly turned their attention to Chen Luo, who was wandering in the sky at the moment.
"Cough... Wan Anbo!" Leng Hanbing shouted, Chen Luo recovered, "Ah? It's me?"
Leng Bingbing nodded: "Exactly."
"Okay, then I'll write it." Chen Luo picked up the pen, he had already thought about it, it's not good anyway, so don't waste it.
Just write any decent poem.
Seeing Chen Luo pick up the pen, Leng Bingbing coughed again: "Wan Anbo, did you just write like this?"
Chen Luo nodded: "Well, is there any problem?"
"Don't do a little preparation?"
“What are you going to do to prepare?”
"The Confucian Gate Road to Heaven still needs a little bit of righteousness..."
"Oh, I don't care, I can't keep the righteousness anyway..."
Leng Hanbing: (?'ω'?) Do you have to let me explain?
At this moment, Bai Fei suddenly seemed to be talking to himself and recited: "Li Du's article has been passed down from thousands of mouths, and it is not new until now..."
Everyone looked at Bai Fei. At this moment, Bai Fei suddenly recited such a poem, and everyone understood what it meant.
Chen Luo previously thought that Li Qinglian and Du Zimei's poems have been passed down to this day, and there is no sense of surprise. At this time, Chen Luo was about to write poems. He said this, not to say that if you can't write amazing people Poetry, before going upstairs, the poems are shameless.
But who are these two people? Du Zimei is a semi-sage, and Li Qinglian's poems are "romantic"!
What's more, Chen Luo didn't seem to absorb Haoran's righteousness.
Human Confucian scholars and several great Confucians looked at Bai Fei, Bai Fei seemed to react, and quickly apologized to Chen Luo: "Xiaohu has finished writing his poems and remembered Wan Anbo's poems again, it's really bad. Too much, I just recited it unconsciously and disturbed Wan Anbowensi..."
Everyone held their anger in their chests, but they couldn't attack, they could only stare at Bai Fei fiercely.
Chen Luo's heart is also tired and crooked. I didn't expect you to be a green tea bitch, and you're still a male bitch.
Bah, disgusting!
Chen Luo's hand holding the pen worked hard. He was about to change his mind and ask Leng Bingbing to borrow a bit of righteousness when a poem suddenly flashed in his heart.
"This poem..." Chen Luo was shocked, "Why didn't I think of it at first?"
Chen Luo had a smile on his face and looked at Bai Fei: "There was a poem that was interrupted by you. However, it reminded me of another..."
After speaking, Chen Luo picked up the pen and started writing on the slate. Everyone's eyes turned to the slate.
"The world is better than my generation, and as soon as I enter the rivers and lakes, the years will remind me."
"In the chat and laughter of Emperor Tubaye, I can't beat the world's drunkenness."
Only half of the song was written. That day, the slate seemed to be unbearable, and a crack suddenly appeared in the middle. At the same time, there were nine deep thunder sounds in the cloudless sky.
Everyone was attracted by the sound of thunder and looked up to the sky in confusion.
"Nine thunders!" The expressions of several great Confucians changed.
"This is the shaking image of Tongtian Road, could it be... could it be..."
Chen Luo continued to appear on the cracked slate.
"Raise the sword and straddle the ghost rain, and the bones are like a bird flying."
"The world is like a tide of people like water, only a few people in the rivers and lakes will return."
Chen Luo put down his pen, and the bright sky suddenly dimmed.
"Turn from day to night! This is a vision of a new road to the sky!" Leng Hanbing was horrified and looked up at the sky.
At the same time, the three thousand miles of China and Beijing have changed from day to night.
Countless people raised their heads and saw a colorful star road running through the three thousand-mile sky.
"It's the road to the sky for the younger brother." Song Tuizhi raised his head in the Earl's Mansion.
"Is there going to be a new road for Chen Luo's Tongtian Road?" Wenchang Pavilion, Yan Baichuan raised his head.
"Is this Chen Aiqing's Martial Dao Tongtian Road? It's beautiful!" Ye Heng raised his head in Changming Palace.
"Seven colors, this is martial arts! It's Wan Anbo's road to the sky!" Countless people in the market raised their heads.
At this time, ~IndoMTL.com~ saw a blazing sun lit up on the colorful road, which was more dazzling than the surrounding seven colors.
In the Xingxing Building, Chen Luo closed his eyes, but he felt that his own eyes seemed to be on the road to the sky, overlooking the three thousand miles of the world.
He opened his mouth slightly, and his voice spread to the sky.
"Today I am on Tongtian Road, writing a poem about the red dust. Anyone who writes about the red dust will enter this road."
When the voice fell, the colorful auras fell like raindrops, falling into the bodies of every person with red dust in the radius of three thousand miles.
The third vision of opening the way: falling out of breath turns into rain, and the world is swayed by the world!
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About a moment, day and night recovered, everyone stared at Chen Luo blankly, Bai Fei's face showed fear.
Chen Luo pointed to the poem he had just written and said, "This is the first poem of the martial arts world!"
Zhaixinglou, exploded!