'Come again?' '
In the ring, Master Ming was a little stunned: "Does this kid still have poems?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he sensed that Lin Yi was holding a Tianjie Shark Bud pen, dipped it in Fuze's ink, and started writing.
At the same time, the powerful men who were observing the vision and enlightenment also noticed something strange and opened their eyes one after another.
"Why did Master Lin put away the poem handed down from ancient times? The vision was weakened by three points. It's strange. Why did Master Lin change the paper? Could it be that he still wants to compose another poem?"
"What, he still has poems to write!"
"The Crown Prince of Dayan is really full of literary thoughts. This poem is still written with blessings in mind. I wonder what kind of poem this is!"
"He won't write another poem that will be handed down from generation to generation... That would be too scary, comparable to the arrival of the Holy Saint!"
"Passed down from generation to generation...I don't think so, but as long as there is another poem of national importance, I am willing to let its name be included in my ancestral hall, and my descendants will pass it on as literary saints from generation to generation. Only among the Fuxi people Under the Emperor!"
"If God is really discerning, let His Highness sing another song. It will strengthen my literary talent!"
After hearing this, everyone looked at the sky again, their dull eyes falling on Lin Yi's calm body. They all had different ideas, but the only thing in common was that all the scribes present hoped that Lin Yi would once again do something above the level of the country. Poetry, in that case, the literary and Taoist scene is about to come, and it will surely become a prosperous era of literature and Taoism!
This is what all readers in the world would like to see!
"Another poem that will be handed down from generation to generation? Is this possible..."
Looking at Lin Yi's posture, Zhang Tiankuo felt a little unconfident.
But he was unwilling to do so!
He could accept that he was the third genius in Shengwen Continent. After all, Brother Tianzhi and Zhou Chen were too evil, but he was absolutely unwilling to accept that he was the fourth, even though this person cultivated not the way of heaven but the way of literature.
As more and more people came, the sounds on the ground gradually increased.
But Lin was not affected at all. His heart was as clear as a mirror, and he wrote with his sharp edge on the tip of the pen, walking like a dragon. Soon, another layer of auspicious clouds of talent began to gather in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the specifications of the poem "Mingbei". , since it occurs on top of a vision, only people of level four or above can feel the changes in the void.
"Sounding Monument...it doesn't seem that scary." A third-grade demon said with a sigh of relief.
However, the next moment, the vision suddenly changed again. As Lin Yi quickly started writing, the auspicious cloud suddenly exploded, reaching the Mingfu level in an instant, and it was still growing rapidly!
"No way!"
"No way!"
"No way!"
All the literati and heavenly demons above the fourth rank present could not help but shrink their pupils, looking at the 'horrible' scene in front of them in disbelief.
Another poem of Guanfu level or above was born? !
boom!
As Lin Yi began to write the last sentence, the nine-colored auspicious clouds gathered again and exploded. The sky was even brighter than before. The two visions reflected each other, making the entire sky even more brilliant!
"The scope of this nine-colored auspicious cloud is larger than the one just now, and its brilliance is more dazzling!"
"Is it possible that this is another poem that has been handed down from generation to generation?"
“Then the light of literature brought by this vision will definitely make me understand more deeply!”
"Perhaps, here's the chance to become a saint!"
Those strong men of literature and art were all excited and excited. They couldn't help but lift up from the ground and looked up to the sky. They seemed to be able to see through the auspicious clouds and feel the coming vision. They wanted to watch it for the first time. Vision enlightenment!
At the same time, the strong men coming from afar could not help but speed up!
At one time, there were more than 300 people of Grade 4 and above here, and even more people of Grade 4 and below. Including demons, nearly 20,000 people had come here, and the number was still increasing.
“Thousands of people make the pilgrimage!”
"Two masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, they are worthy of being the masters of saints that even the ancestors of Zhou Ziya have been waiting for for more than eight hundred years!"
"I, Duan San, will definitely follow him to the end for the rest of my life, without any second thoughts!"
Duan San watched this scene with tears in his eyes, and his admiration for Lin Yi deepened.
"Tsk!" Seeing this situation, Zhang Tiankuo became very angry.
"This boy's literary talent is very high."
Zhang Tianli stroked his white beard and praised, Lin Yi's actions exceeded his expectations. He was able to write two masterpieces in a row. In terms of talent, he can be called the first literary person in the world in Shengwen Continent.
"If we can recruit this son into our Tiandao Sect..."
"Uncle, you must not!" Hearing this, Zhang Tiankuo was frightened. He really didn't want to be the fourth child, so he hurriedly said: "Uncle, this guy is the Crown Prince of Dayan, and he is not the same as our Tiandao Sect. , to recruit him, I’m afraid the royal family will have other ideas..."
"Don't worry, uncle, I'm just saying this. With your senior brothers Tianzhi and Zhou Chen here, unless this boy can compose poetry that is above the level of being handed down from generation to generation, which will be comparable to the two of them, otherwise he will be lackluster. In this life I can only be a stepping stone on your senior brother's road." Zhang Tianli said with a slight smile.
Zhang Tiankuo said in shock: "What is the level of poetry that has been handed down from generation to generation?"
The corner of Zhang Tianli's mouth raised: "The poem of Mingyu! The so-called one Confucian temple, one domain and ten worlds means that one Confucian temple governs one realm, and ten worlds like the Shengwen continent are one domain. The Confucian temple that manages the Shengwen continent is the Shengwen temple , Renhuang Fuxi was once its administrator, and the Immortal Sect above our Tiandao Sect has the same status as the Shengwen Temple."
"I see."
Zhang Tiankuo understood, and at the same time he also knew how evil the talents of those two senior brothers were, and they actually had to compose Mingyu poems to rival them.
This royal dude obviously can't do it!
'Haha, even if your literary talent is higher than mine, the resources of our Tiandao Sect are not comparable to those of your Dayan royal family. One day you will become my stepping stone! '
Thinking of this, Zhang Tiankuo, the first genius in the outer sect of Tiandao Sect, gradually became more confident.
At this time.
Lin Yi put the last stroke, and the poem was completed!
when--!
A vision appears, and the voice of literature and art rises!
Everyone was shocked, and suddenly one person exclaimed: "Look, a saint has appeared!"
Looking around, there was an extremely huge golden body emerging above the layers of clouds. It was actually the image of a female saint. Her huge eyes looked at the poet until she saw Lin Yi's appearance clearly. At this time, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
"Sage, she... actually smiled?" Everyone was horrified!
They have only seen a saint angry, but they have never seen a saint smile.
After all, any discerning third-grade person can see that this is not a real saint, but a remnant of a saint that exists within the rules of literature.
How could the saint laugh when he was sad... Everyone was puzzled, but what they knew was that the poem handed down by Lin Yi had a saint coming to pay homage!
This poem is more than handed down to the world!
"When a saint comes to pay homage, he takes only half a step to conquer the world." Zhang Tianli suddenly said.
Hearing this, Zhang Tiankuo on the side became a little worried again, and could only keep comforting himself. After a while, he couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Master, what is the real poem of Mingyu?"
"The sound of the text rings in the ten realms, and at the same time the ten saints come to worship."
"Ten Saints, he is only one Saint, so far away." Zhang Tiankuo couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
"senior."
Lin Yi put away his poems and bowed to the female saint.
When the female saint heard the words, she couldn't help being stunned for a moment, but then she became even more happy. Then she sent a message: "My child, according to seniority, you should call me your first grandmother."
