"This... this song..." The great historian showed an expression of disbelief on his face, "Heart-breaking! This is a heart-breaking song!"
As soon as the great historian said this, all the great scholars nodded: "In the past, Bai Letian wrote, 'You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, and I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.' Only then did we know that there are heartbroken poems in the world; when Su Poxian shed tears, "Ten years of life and death are boundless. Without thinking, you will never forget it." Only the heart-broken poem appeared in the world. Unexpectedly, today, the demon clan is so aggressive that it forced Wan Anbo to compose a "heart-broken song"! "
"Withered vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, people's homes, ancient roads, west wind, skinny horses, heartbroken people, the end of the world... It's wonderful and sad..."
"This song reminds me of Mr. Wen's poem 'The Rooster Cries in the Maodian and the Moon is in the Maodian, and the People's Footsteps Are Frosted in Banqiao'. The wording is exquisite!"
"I don't think so. The first three sentences are withered vines, old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, and the west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads. Although it is also a masterful hand, it captures the desolation of autumn, but the key is the last two sentences, a 'Sunset in the West' "Down", the nine autumn scenes are unified into one, and the last line, "Heart-broken people are at the end of the world," perfectly integrates the feelings in the heart and the scenery in the eyes, which creates this heart-breaking song!"
"Huh? What do you know...it turns out to be Liu Daru!"
"Everyone, look, the holy page has changed..."
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At this time, on the high jade platform, the Holy Page of Spring and Autumn with "Autumn Scenery" written on it started to tremble continuously. Shadows of willow sticks emerged from the holy page, and instantly turned into the appearance of a willow tree. Almost at the same time, a burst of silent pressure covered the entire Zhongjing City. Everyone looked at the willow tree and felt like a stone was pressed on their hearts.
The willow tree is not tall or big, but in everyone's eyes, it fills the field of vision, like a giant tree. Almost at the same time, the Minister of Literature, the Prime Minister, and the Minister of Dharma stood up at the same time, their whole bodies filled with awe-inspiring righteousness. From nowhere, several more figures flew out, guarding Ye Heng and Ye Qu. Judging from their aura, they looked like they were also great scholars.
When Bai Qingqing saw the shadow of the willow tree, her complexion also changed. She quickly knelt down and said respectfully: "Little fox Bai Qingqing, I have met Liu Zu!"
The willow tree swayed and turned into an old man who no longer knew how old he was. His whole person was too old to be described in terms of years. He first glanced at Bai Qingqing, thought for a while, and then said: "Are you the little half-demon fox who asked for the holy page at the old branch?"
Bai Qingqing said quickly: "It's the little fox!"
Liu Shu nodded and looked at Chen Luo: "Little guy, you have a smell that I am very familiar with."
Chen Luo was about to speak when suddenly a figure flashed beside Chen Luo, it was Song Tuizhi.
Song Tuizhi's face was solemn, he took a step forward, half-blocked Chen Luo behind him, cupped his hands and said: "I have met Liu Zu, my master Zhu Sheng Yu Wuji, this is my junior brother Chen Luo."
Liu Zu was not surprised by Song Tuizhi's sudden appearance, but he just thought about it again: "Yu Wuji...oh, he is Xiao Zhuzi's friend. Xiao Zhuzi brought him to see Lao Chen. He is a good boy. He will become a saint." Already?"
Immediately, Liu Zu shook his head again: "That's all, 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 me, and I am here to express my gratitude."
After speaking, Liu Zu stretched out his finger and pointed it in the void, and a jade-like willow leaf appeared out of thin air. The moment the willow leaf appeared, Bai Qingqing was shocked and tried to suppress her urge to snatch it.
The willow leaf floated in front of Chen Luo, and Liu Zu said: "Your master can also handle this. You are better than him, and you look like a good boy..." As he said, the willow leaf floated to Chen Luo's right hand. , a flash of blue light penetrated Chen Luo's body. In an instant, a willow leaf tattoo appeared on the back of Chen Luo's right hand. With a thought in Chen Luo's mind, the tattoo disappeared again.
Seeing that Chen Luo had accepted the benefit, Liu Zu nodded again and looked at Bai Qingqing: "This song can be said to be the ancestor of Qiu Si. You did not lose unjustly."
Bai Qingqing bowed her head respectfully: "Yes."
Liu Zu looked at the viewing platform again, but his eyes did not sweep towards the Daxuan Emperor Ye Heng at the top. Instead, his eyes fell on Wen Xiang for a moment, smiled meaningfully, and then disappeared in place.
When Liu Zu disappeared, the inexplicable sense of depression also dissipated. Everyone let out a long breath unconsciously.
"Wen...Wen Xiang, that's..." Ye Heng asked. He forced himself to calm down, and his fingers were still trembling slightly unconsciously. Others didn't feel it, but as Ye Heng, who is responsible for the destiny of the Daxuan Kingdom, it was obvious just now. Feeling great oppression is like facing the way of heaven.
"Your Majesty, that's Ancestor Liu!" Wen Xiang turned around, bowed and said, "One of the sacred trees of heaven, it is extremely ancient. According to legend, it was transformed by the wood essence that penetrated the yin and yang in the past."
"This should be the vision of the 'Holy Tree Gift'." Wen Xiang smiled bitterly, "I just didn't expect that that boy actually summoned the ancestor of the Holy Tree..."
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"Sacred tree gift! This is the holy tree gift!" The historian suddenly cheered after reacting, "Wen has extraordinary achievements, holy tree gift! Hahahaha, the last time I saw the holy tree gift, it was Cao Cao The great Confucian said, 'Don't talk about the matter of ennobling a prince, for one general will make thousands of bones wither'!"
"Sima Daru, don't say any more. Have you ever seen the gift of the Holy Tree to attract the ancestor of the Holy Tree? I remember that the last time the ancestor of the Holy Tree appeared was Su Poxian's 'When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine', right?" Going forward, there is only Du Bansheng's "Ascend the High". But both Su Poxian and Du Bansheng were already half-sages when they wrote the poems!"
"Everyone, have you noticed that none of Wan Anbo's four songs have names?"
A word that wakes up the dreamer!
Everyone's minds suddenly thought of Cheng Qingzhu, the Prime Minister of War, who had now led his troops to leave Zhongjing.
"Singing Bamboo and Presenting Soldiers to the Prime Minister to Attack Wanren City"!
"Yong Hua Er sent troops to send soldiers to Wanren City"!
When the old guy left, he arranged for two rows of Confucian scholars to chant loudly.
Shu Zi, superficial!
The great scholars then looked at the Holy Page of Spring and Autumn, which was glowing and suspended in mid-air on the stage.
So delicious!
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"Wan Anbo, are you interested in this Qiu Si Qu...Song Tuizhi! What are you doing!" Wen Xiang smiled lightly and was about to ask, but suddenly his expression changed and he asked sharply.
On the high platform, Song Tuizhi carefully put the volume number of the holy page with Qiu Si Qu written on it into his sleeve, ignored Wen Xiang's questioning, and said to Chen Luo: "The original work of this song is extremely precious, and I'm afraid someone is thinking about it. Senior brother will keep it for you!"
"Um!"
"Song Tuizhi! This song was composed by Wen Lei, and the original manuscript should be kept in our Wenchang Pavilion!" A group of Wenchang Pavilion scholars shouted.
"Look, bad guy!" Song Tuizhi winked at Chen Luo.
Wen Xiang frowned: "Song Tuizhi, put down the original work!" After saying that, he 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. When he hit it in the void, there was an explosion of sound. Wen Xiang's outstretched palm trembled, and the magical power he had just released was abruptly interrupted.
"Second Senior Sister, Eighteen Skills·One Stick and Quietness"!
Taking advantage of this moment, Song Tuizhi stomped the ground with his left foot, and his entire body disappeared without a trace in an instant!
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Wen Xiang looked ugly. He had failed to get it when he fought with Bingxiang before, and now he couldn't get it when he fought with Song Tuizhi.
So angry!
I was obviously here first!
At this time, Wen Xiang lost his patience and looked at Bai Qingqing: "White Demon Envoy, can we announce the results of this challenge?"
At this time, Bai Qingqing also recovered from a series of changes in the world. She took a deep look at Chen Luo and suddenly smiled, and for a moment she was extremely charming.
"Uncle Wan An is so talented and talented, little fox admires me! The human race is indeed rich with treasures and has outstanding people. This time in the literary competition, we, the demon race, will admit defeat!"
Bai Qingqing's charming look of surrendering instantly spread throughout the capital through the magic circle, and bursts of cheers erupted throughout Zhongjing.
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"Wan Anbo is mighty!"
"Wan'an Bo's fortune is prosperous!"
"Wan Anbo is the pride of Zhongjing!"
"Wan Anbo is awesome!"
"Wan Anbo took in the little fox..."
Um? It seemed like something strange was mixed in with the cheers!
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"Wait!"
At this moment, a figure suddenly stood up from the audience seat and asked a question loudly, and the voice spread along with the magic circle——
"I congratulate Wan Anbo for winning the literary competition!"
"But I don't understand, when did Wan Anbo become a Confucian scholar? When did this great righteousness come from studying hard!"
"Please ask Wan Anbo to clear up the confusion!"
The cheers stopped suddenly, and everyone looked at Chen Luo again...
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