Seven feet of golden energy, this kind of achievement has overwhelmed the entire audience. Ningjiang Dragon King immediately walked around in front of all the dragon kings with great pride.
For hundreds of years, in Dingzhou where he was located, there was no talented scholar who could compete with other inner states.
Now I am finally proud and proud, I can straighten my back and get the first place in the poetry competition. Even if I fail the next secret realm assessment, the interests of Dingzhou Dragon Palace can be basically guaranteed.
Dragon King Dai Ning was speechless and huddled behind, unable to speak again. At this time, everyone on the court except Zhou Bai had finished writing, and the seven-foot golden energy was unshakable.
Not to mention, there is a dragon spirit.
Buzz~
When the dragon's movement was fully revealed, the four dragon pillars immediately buzzed and roared, and dragon roars came and went.
Hundreds of light points flew out, like moths, and flew into the "burning" boiling golden pillar.
In an instant, the seven-foot golden energy grew to nine-foot-nine. This is a limit, the limit of green poetry.
However, with the recognition and help of the dragon spirits, Zhou Bai's golden pillar broke through nine feet nine and reached a height of ten feet.
And the originally normal golden color now became extremely bright, like red gold.
This scene made the old man in Confucian clothes who was sitting upright no longer able to maintain his indifferent posture. He said in a daze: "It is not that there were no great talents who wrote green poems here in the past, but the pattern of golden poems has broken through the nine-foot-nine literary spirit." Although he is limited, he is the first person."
The dragon kings in another hall were also talking a lot.
"This Zhou Bai's dragon movement is indeed to our dragon clan's liking."
"The dragon spirits of all ages have highly recognized it. It is not incomprehensible to break through the boundaries of literary spirit."
"This old boy, Ningjiang Dragon King, is lucky. It happens that such a great talent appears in Dingzhou due to such great changes."
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There is a magic weapon for literary test, and the ranking is almost clear at a glance. The old man in Confucian uniform also announced the results of the poetry competition very simply.
"The winner of this poetry competition is Dingzhou Zhou Bai! Give him a ray of luck and help him rise to the top!"
"The rest of the kings all have rewards, which will be distributed by the dragon kings."
Zhou Bai stepped forward and saluted in all directions, and then calmly accepted the gifts from the other scholars in return. They were all sincere, and the difference in strength was here.
Then the old man in Confucian robes pointed at the calligraphy treasure again, and suddenly a strong ink-colored wind blew up in the palace. It did not blow anything, but only swept away the calligraphy treasures that the scholars had just made.
The previous feast of spiritual food was not for nothing. These dragon poems and calligraphy treasures are of great use to protect the ancestors' dragon luck.
"In the second competition, a trace of your spiritual will will be extracted to go to our clan's secret realm, where you will be responsible for teaching the young dragons the way to be a dragon."
"The specific matters must have been explained by the Dragon King who brought you here, so those scholars who do not want to participate now are asked to leave the palace on their own. The secret realm assessment will begin in a quarter of an hour."
As the old man in Confucian uniform read out the rules, the sergeants in the palace looked at each other, and for a moment no one was willing to move.
The involution of the human race is everywhere. From the upper-class elites to the lower-class civilians, they are always comparing and competing with each other.
It wasn't until the quarter-hour time limit was almost up that a few scholars left quietly. The first poetry meeting had just begun, and it was they who wrote the poem "White Qi".
At the moment, they really don't have the heart to participate in the second competition. If they lose miserably one after another, they are afraid that it will affect the spirit of the Chunwei Imperial Examination.
Don't turn an opportunity into a disaster, and break it off when it's time to do so.
Therefore, no one is mocking the losers who left. They are all smart people and know how to choose.
When the time came, the old man in Confucian uniform walked into the hall again. He looked solemn and bowed towards the square dragon pillar.
"Please witness the dragon spirits of the past generations and protect the current ancestral land. On February 10th, the 47th day of Daxu Xiangxing, the secret realm of our clan will be opened!"
Under the majestic sound of the vicissitudes of life, the four dragon pillars shined with golden light, and the ground in the center of the hall slowly cracked, and a giant scroll hidden in it appeared in front of everyone.
There was a white mist on the painting and nothing could be seen clearly. Only Zhou Bai could vaguely see some of the content with his Dacheng Qi-gazing Technique.
There are mountains and rivers above, cities and countryside, as well as a dragon palace in the water, and naughty and laughing horned children...
"All the scholars are mortals. It may be unbearable to extract your spiritual thoughts and enter the secret realm in the painting, so I ask you all to get some sleep." After the old man in Confucian uniform said, he waved his hand again, and the breeze came slowly, and everyone immediately sleepy.
Zhou Bai had a tough soul, but he did not resist. Instead, he lay on the table and fell asleep like everyone else.
I could only vaguely hear the last sentence: "Use what you have learned to your fullest, and don't hide anything. What you have experienced is just a dream, and you will lose nothing..."
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When he woke up again, he didn't have a splitting headache or confused thinking. On the contrary, Zhou Bai was very awake now.
It was indeed just a ray of spiritual thought coming in, and he could even feel the sleeping soul body in the outside world.
All relevant information about the scroll world is in the memory of Zhou Bai's current identity.
His name is still Zhou Bai, and he is a human master "invited" by Jiahu Dragon Palace. He is responsible for teaching the dragon sons and grandsons of Dragon Palace to be good dragons.
Well, in the morning, I teach humanities knowledge and the principles of making a dragon, and in the afternoon, I teach about making clouds and rain. Every day, the courses are full.
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This means not letting them go until they are squeezed dry.
The winning condition is that whoever teaches the young dragon to be granted the title of Young Lord first will win the test in the secret realm.
The position of Young Lord is a title given by the Dragon King of the First Palace to outstanding descendants. It means that he is qualified to inherit the Dragon Palace's foundation and is the Young Lord of the Dragon Palace.
Of course, because there are too many dragon sons and grandsons, and the territory and power of the Dragon Palace are generally very large, there will not be only one young master.
Among them, the status of the Dragon Girl in the Dragon Palace varies, so there are no hard and fast rules. Generally speaking, the title of Princess is considered superior.
The Dragon Palace Private School is naturally also in the Dragon Palace. Strangely enough, the Dragon Clan, which is obviously the best at controlling water, always sets up water-avoiding formations when building the Dragon Palace.
Perhaps in this way, we can retain some of our habits after taking human form.
This morning, Zhou Bai came to the Dragon Palace Private School as usual, preparing to start a new day of classes.
Before entering the private school, Zhou Bai could hear all kinds of laughing and playing, but when he walked into the private school, all the sounds suddenly disappeared, and the naughty children ran back to their seats one after another.
Zhou Bai knew that these young children with red lips and white teeth were young dragons, and he also understood why he had such great power.
Because in terms of identity setting, Zhou Bai has magic power, otherwise how would he teach the young dragon to move the clouds and make rain.
And after he tried it for a while, his magic power was not weak, at least equivalent to that of a real Yin Shen.
These young dragons dared to be naughty and mischievous, but they couldn't beat him. The ruler in their hands was no joke.
Looking at the fifteen students who respected their teachers, Zhou Bai nodded slightly.
"Class starts now. It's not easy to be a dragon, and it's even harder to become a young master."
"A dragon can be big or small, it can rise or disappear: if it is big, it will stir up clouds and spit out mist; if it is small, it will hide and hide its form; if it rises, it will soar in the universe; if it is hidden, it will lurk within the waves..."
When Zhou Bai was in class, he was already slowly observing and recording the characteristics of each student. He wanted to find out the key points for cultivating self-motivation.
After this lesson, two young dragons have become his training targets, Ao Lin and Ao Xia.
They were the only ones who would show excitement every time Zhou Bai mentioned words such as Shaojun and Zhenlong, and they would listen to the class very seriously.
