When Chen Luo shouted, Ji Zhong dodged and rushed up to the jade platform.
"Xiao Ji, are you ready?" Chen Luo asked.
Xiao Ji sighed as if he was resigned to his fate: "Come on!"
Chen Luo reached out and put his hand on Xiao Ji's chest, and activated the Star Absorbing Technique!
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"What is Wan Anbo doing?" Everyone in the Beifeng Tower saw Chen Luo's actions and looked strange.
A suspicious look flashed in Nan Yuanxi's eyes: "Is this...could it be? No way..."
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Red Sleeve Academy.
"Die Fei, is this Wan Anbo's quirk? When you are usually with Wan Anbo, does he treat you like this?" Liu Mengrui suddenly came to Cheng Diefei's side.
Cheng Diifei looked at Chen Luo's palm on Xiao Ji's chest in the shadow, then looked down at himself, and patted Liu Mengrui angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, Brother Chen has never touched me!"
Liu Mengrui curled her lips: "That's right! I overheard my father and aunt saying that the more you rub there, the bigger it will become. I think you seem to have gotten a little bigger recently."
"Bah, bah, bah, you're talking nonsense!" Cheng Diefei's face turned red instantly, but his heart still moved, and he looked down again, "Really...has it really gotten bigger?"
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"Wen Xiang, Chen Luo, is he..." Ye Heng finally couldn't hold it in any longer and asked again.
"Your Majesty, you'll be fine soon." Wen Xiang said with a smile.
Ye Heng: ￣へ￣
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"Sir, are you okay? I'm about to die." Ji Zhong's face instantly turned pale. Chen Luo sensed the endurance of his meridians, nodded, and stopped the star-absorbing technique.
Ji Zhong staggered a step before barely standing still. Chen Luo curled his lips: "Xiao Ji, you still need to strengthen your practice. You won't be able to do it if I suck you. This is not good!"
Ji Zhong didn't have the strength to answer, so he held his last breath and carefully jumped off the edge of the high platform.
"Uncle, what are you doing?" Bai Qingqing frowned, her heart full of vigilance, worried about what kind of conspiracy this was.
Chen Luo stretched his body: "Don't be nervous, it's just a little breath of Haoran's righteousness."
After saying that, Chen Luo exuded the awe-inspiring righteousness in his body, and for a moment Chen Luo was enveloped in the azure light of awe-inspiring righteousness.
Almost at the same time, the whole place burst into exclamations.
Zhou Zuofeng suddenly stood up in surprise, Ye Heng also subconsciously grabbed the handle of the seat, and an expression of disbelief appeared on the face of Ye Qu next to him.
Even Fa Xiang, who was always as steady as a mountain, looked at Wen Xiang in surprise.
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Beifeng Tower.
The sound of countless teacups falling to the ground was heard, but no one paid attention. Everyone looked at the man standing in the blue light in the virtual shadow.
"In the end what happened?"
"What do my eyes see?"
"What did Wan Anbo just do to turn him into a Confucian scholar?"
"Has Wan Anbo been hiding it all this time?"
Everyone had different guesses in their minds. Only Nanyuan Xi shouted in his heart——
"The Star-Absorbing Technique! This is the Star-Absorbing Technique! The martial arts in "Swordsman" exists! It exists!"
…
Bai Qingqing's face, which had always been wearing a decent smile, changed color for the first time. She looked at Chen Luo, who was shrouded in awe-inspiring righteousness, and felt panicked.
Could it be that Daxuan Wenchang Pavilion has developed some method that can allow ordinary people to become Confucian scholars?
Those billions of people in Daxuan, aren't they...
Thinking of this, her voice trembled uncontrollably: "Wan... Wan Amber?"
Chen Luo chuckled and said, "Young Master Qingqing, it's my turn."
With that said, Chen Luo walked towards the Holy Page of Spring and Autumn.
The eyes of the entire Zhongjing City were following Chen Luo's movements. At this time, everyone had already reacted to the shock of Chen Luo turning into a Confucian scholar in an instant.
After all, the literary competition is still in progress.
Ordinary people can't think of that much. They only know that Wan Anbo has great righteousness.
Those who were a little thoughtful also calmed down. Now that Wan Anbo suddenly gained great righteousness has been exposed, there will always be a conclusion later. The most important thing now is that Wen Lei cannot lose!
For a while, everyone's focus fell on the literary competition.
Neither Wang Bugui nor Fang Xiujie left any ink marks on the holy page.
Tian Xiangwan wrote a poem that was handed down from generation to generation, but was unable to write three more poems and failed to submit his pen.
I originally thought there was no hope, but I didn’t expect Wan Anbo to become a Confucian scholar!
He wrote "Du Shiniang" and "Swordsman";
He also wrote his first elegant song "Lovesickness Ling";
Maybe I won’t lose this literary competition!
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Chen Luo walked to the first holy page, picked up the brush, and the aura of righteousness in his body penetrated into the ink. Chen Luo suddenly felt that the paper and pen in his hand seemed to be connected with himself. As long as he wrote elegantly, the righteousness of Haoran would flow along the barrel of the pen. Transport it over.
"Wan Anbo, have you thought about it?" Bai Qingqing couldn't help but ask when she saw Chen Luo staring at the brush in a daze.
Chen Luo came to his senses.
"Four poems and essays. There is no limit to the poems and songs. They are related to time and are at least passed down to the world."
"Four songs in a row, the first one is linked."
"The four songs must have the same rhythm."
Chen Luo gently repeated the restrictions proposed by Bai Qingqing.
In the shadow, everyone could only see Chen Luo wearing a scholar's robe, holding a pen and writing ink, muttering to himself with a smile on his lips.
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"Wan Anbo, I'll give you my life!" In the Linglong Tower, an oiran shouted in his heart, "Enough is enough, no matter what poems you write, this look is enough!"
"Don't make any noise, Wan Anbo is about to write!"
"Meng'er, lower your head, your bun is blocking my view of Wan Anbo!"
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In Hongnu's small courtyard, Luo Hongnu looked at the shadow cast by the shadow stone, gently touched the piano, and a melody flowed from the strings.
"Girl, aren't you nervous?" The little maid stared at the shadow, feeling her mouth dry.
"Why are you nervous? There is no other poem in this world that can stump him!" Luo Hongnu said lightly, "I'm just here to cheer him on playing the piano!"
As he said this, a song called "Swordsman" played in the small courtyard, which was hard to find in the outside world!
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On the jade high platform, Chen Luo picked up his pen and wrote on the first holy page.
"Spring mountains are warm, sunny and windy,"
"Langgan pavilion curtains,"
"In the Willow Swing Courtyard."
"The orioles sing and the swallows dance,"
"The flowing water on the small bridge is red."
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"It's an elegant tune!" A scholar recognized the tune at a glance, "This is a spring scene. Yes, his four poems must be about spring, summer, autumn and winter, which are the time and years. It's so wonderful to break the theme!"
"Not only is the theme brilliant, but look at this elegant piece. The first line is 'The warm sun and the wind in the spring mountains'. A spring feeling rushes towards your face. The distant mountains are green and the forest is bright and warm. The sun is bright and the spring breeze is gentle. Reading it is like entering a painting, which makes you feel comfortable." Another great scholar said.
"That's right, the next sentence 'Langgan pavilion curtains, willow swings in the courtyard', from far to near, railings, pavilions, curtains, willows, swings and small courtyards are independent of each other, but when they are connected, they all reveal the feeling of spring. I feel like I saw the swing swinging in the courtyard, and my young daughter’s laughter came from the scene.”
"The most wonderful response is the last two sentences, 'orioles are singing and swallows are dancing, and the water on the bridge is red', which turns people's eyes from the courtyard to the sky, and from the sky to the wilderness. It's a brilliant spring."
"This song describes spring in every sentence, and paints spring in each word, just like an ink landscape, with just a few strokes, it is beautiful and timeless!"
"Gentlemen, look, the holy page has reacted!"
The great scholars looked up at the Holy Page and saw that every word of the song on the Spring and Autumn Holy Page was illuminated by green light. Then, on the side of the Holy Page, a picture of a spring scene slowly appeared, which was exactly the imagination depicted in the song.
"Hahaha..." The great historian from before laughed and said loudly, "Holy Page Reflection! This is a vision that resonates with the Spring and Autumn Holy Page over the years. It has gone beyond the mark left by the Holy Page. "
The words of the great historian spread along the magic circle, and even in the East Palace, cheers could be vaguely heard from all over the capital.
Bai Qingqing looked a little ugly, stared at Chen Luo, and said, "Wan Anbo, do you want to write a second song? But the rhythm must be unified."
"Young Master Xie Qingqing reminded me." Chen Luo nodded, walked to the second holy page, and put down his pen——
"The clouds have gathered and the rain has passed, and the waves have added,"
"The building is high, the water is cold, the melon is sweet,"
"The green trees hang over the canopies."
"Shachu rattan mat,"
"The beautiful woman wears a fan with a light frame."
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"What a peaceful scene of enjoying the cool air in summer." A scholar commented, "After the clouds have collected the rain, the air is high, the air is cool, and the trees are shady. Behind the thin window screen, you can vaguely see a young woman wearing a silk gauze. Holding the incense fan, close your eyes and fall asleep."
"What Brother Wen said is absolutely true. It is obviously a hot summer, but it is written by Wan Anbo in a quiet and peaceful way, which makes me feel refreshed and refreshed when I read it."
"Look, look, look, the holy page is showing pictures again! Haha, it's a summer cool picture!"
…
At this time, Bai Qingqing's jade hands in her sleeves had clenched her fists, and the fox tail behind her was dangling dangerously.
"Wan Anbo, would you like to continue with the third song?"
Chen Luo glanced at Bai Qingqing, walked to the third holy page, suddenly shook his head, walked away, and came to the fourth holy page.
Chen Luo's behavior made everyone confused.
Suddenly, a great scholar slapped his thigh suddenly and said, "Damn it, Wan Anbo was once forced to write a poem about autumn by people from the Fuci Club in Linglong Tower!"
"I remember. The setting sun in the isolated village, the old jackdaw trees in the light smoke, and the shadow of a flying dragon. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers."
"That's right, if this song is placed here, it will be directly opposite to the autumn song, and the intention is even more than the previous two spring and summer songs!"
"What a shame, this song has been composed before. Not counting the live composition required by Wen Lei, Wan Anbo will definitely not be able to release a similar song in the short term. This... it's all the fault of those bastards from the Fuci Society!"
"Qingliu, I remember that you seem to be one of the people behind the Fuci Club, right? I have been friends with you for several years, and I am blind. Today I am severing my ties with you!"
"It's absolutely true, I agree with you, Qingliu, I'm also going to cut off my ties with you!"
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Not to mention the turmoil under the ring, Chen Luo wrote on the fourth holy page——
"With a sound, draw the horns and call the door,"
"Half Courtyard New Moon Dusk,"
"The waterside in front of Snow Mountain."
"The Bamboo Hedge Cottage."
"An isolated village with light smoke and decaying grass."
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"Everyone, look at this winter song. Cold moon, dusk, snowy mountains, waterside, light smoke, decaying grass, huts, isolated villages... What a cold and desolate image this is, and what sadness and hopeless loneliness it expresses. .”
"Brother Wen made a good analysis. The outline of Qiaomen appeared in the dusk, and the distant and sad sound of horns lingered inside and outside Qiaomen. As dusk fell, the moonlight only illuminated half of the courtyard. The mountains were covered with snow, the streams in front of the mountains, and the bamboos A few wisps of green smoke rise from the fence and thatched cottage, how lonely it is!"
"I know. It must be because Wan Anbo knew that he couldn't compose the song 'Autumn' in a short period of time, and his mentality suddenly became desolate."
"Look at him, from the joy of spring to the sweetness of summer, but directly to the loneliness of winter! It's such a big ups and downs, don't let your mood get hurt."
"Yes, Wan Anbo is less than twenty. My grandson is almost forty, and he is still useless. Hey, Wan Anbo is still a child..."
"That's all. If you lose this challenge, you lose. Go back and give a gag order. Don't mention the Linhuang Challenge in front of Wan Anbo again, lest the child be sad!"
"I don't need to mention Linhuang Lei, but the three songs of spring, summer and winter need to be widely praised. From today on, anyone who says that the songs are vulgar will be an enemy of me."
"I agree!"
"I also agree!"
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Hearing the discussions among the great scholars in the audience, Bai Qingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Chen Luo again.
"Wan Anbo, are you encountering difficulties this Qiuqu? It doesn't matter. There are ten places for this competition. If you give up now, our demon clan is willing to accept only eight places. How about it?"
Chen Luo looked at Bai Qingqing with a strange expression: "Are you kidding me?"
"Do you know why I put Qiu last?"
"Because it's too fierce!"
Chen Luo walked to the third holy page and picked up the brush.
"I thought I wouldn't write this song, but I couldn't help it. I wrote it for my original wife Qiu last time, so I had to rely on it to save the day!"
Chen Luo thought in his mind.
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Under the stage, the Confucian scholar was watching the ceremony.
"Hey, this kid is trying to be brave."
"Stop me, don't get upset!"
"Young people are so energetic and are always unwilling to admit defeat!"
"It seems like this kid hasn't decided to get married yet? My great-granddaughter..."
"Bah! Old man, he is a close disciple of Bamboo Sage. If you marry your great-granddaughter to him, do you want Bamboo Sage to call you grandpa?"
"You, don't try to taint someone's innocence!"
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Chen Luo took a deep breath and dropped the hand holding the brush.
The ancestor of Qiu Si, it’s decided to be you!
"Withered vines, old trees and dim crows,"
"Little bridges and flowing water, people's homes,"
"The ancient road is westerly and the horse is thin."
"The sun sets in the west,"
"Heartbroken people are at the end of the world!"
After the song was finished, the autumn wind picked up for no reason, and a desolate wind blew into everyone's heart.
Immediately afterwards, following the projection of the magic circle, this poem appeared in the eyes of everyone in Zhongjing.
A feeling of autumnal thoughts spread instantly.
The entire Zhongjing City seemed to have been pressed on the mute button in an instant.
But then, noise broke out in the East Palace, and the whole city of Zhongjing was boiling.
Exploded!
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