When Chen Luo and Ye Dafu arrived at the Star Reaching Tower, the place was already crowded.
"I've met Wan Anbo."
"I have met the master of martial arts!"
"I have seen the light of the literati...!"
"I've seen the brothel master..."
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The Confucian scholars who came to participate in the prayers greeted Chen Luo one after another, and Chen Luo responded one by one. However, he could understand the title of "literati, sudden pause, light". What the hell is the brothel master?
Little brother, there's something wrong with you.
"Dafu, didn't you say that Wenchang Pavilion only has more than 200 places? I think there are at least three to four hundred people here, and there are still people walking in."
"Brother, you don't know, it has always been like this. The academies and aristocratic families with quotas will send more people to participate, and then select the few people with the highest power of heaven to enter the crystal demon realm."
"Then how can so many people pray? One person can go up and read a poem?"
Ye Dafu shook his head: "Of course not. Brother, look at the Star Building, there are no stairs."
When Chen Luo was reminded by Ye Dafu, he realized that this high-rise building indeed had no stairs. It was like a column, towering into the clouds, and a circular platform could be vaguely seen on it.
"The Star-Zhaing Tower is ten feet high, and a reception formation with the power of Heaven is arranged. Later, everyone will compose poems around the Star-Zhain Tower, and different powers of Heaven will be given according to the favor of Heaven."
"Those who gain the power of heaven can fly out of thin air. The better they write, the faster they can rise."
"The top platform of the Star Building can accommodate up to 100 people at a time, and they can pray twice."
"Those who have not reached the top level will naturally have a great scholar record their power of heaven to determine the quota for entry."
Isn't this just a knockout round first?
"Let's go, brother, let's go over there. I've contacted the buyers." After saying that, Ye Dafu pulled Chen Luo to the other side, mumbling, "This time I don’t have many decent people on hand, otherwise I would have bought all your spots, brother.”
Chen Luo looked confused: "What do you mean? What quota should I buy?"
"Of course it's a quota to enter the Crystal Demon Realm?" Ye Dafu said matter-of-factly, "Brother, you don't have a family, so you don't need transport wood to support your family's fortune. Isn't the greatest value of the Crystal Demon Realm the Tiandao Crystal?"
"I have negotiated with those aristocratic families. They don't have enough places. I will buy from you and directly bid for Tiandaojing." Ye Dafu patted his chest and said, "Brother, you have a total of five places. I called people from ten aristocratic families to come. , we will hold a small auction later and make sure the price is high."
"Brother, don't worry. Wenchang Pavilion allows the circulation of Crystal Demon Realm quotas within the human race."
Chen Luo looked at Ye Dafu in confusion: "Is this the money you are talking about?"
"Yes, otherwise, brother, what do you think it is?"
I thought you were going to pick up the wool of Tiandao.
Chen Luo waved his hand: "I won't sell this quota!"
Ye Dafu was also stunned: "Why?"
"Let me ask you, do you need to recognize the owner of this luck tree before it leaves the crystal demon world?"
"Yes, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get out!"
"That's okay! I'll have one place for myself and one for Xiao Ji." Then he thought about it and said, "Then I'll sell three of them. Go and get them for me. I want to prepare my prayers right here."
A look of confusion flashed across Ye Dafu's face, but he didn't ask for the reason and nodded: "Don't worry, brother. I'll sell you three places for the price of five!" After that, he ran away in a hurry.
Chen Luo turned around at this time and looked at Ji Zhong, who was following him like a shadow: "Xiao Ji, do you want to go to the Crystal Demon Realm with me to grab two luck trees?"
"I am the young master's guard. Naturally, Xiao Ji will go wherever the young master goes." Ji Zhong said seriously.
Chen Luo smiled: "Then you have to work harder later and use more power of heaven. Otherwise, I can enter some restricted areas, but you won't be able to enter."
Ji Zhong raised his head confidently: "I can't compare to Young Master, but I'm not bad either."
At this moment, there was an uproar in the entire Star Reaching Square.
Chen Luo looked around and saw that it was Bai Qingqing who led twenty demon clansmen into the Star-Zhailing Tower Square.
There was a lot of discussion.
"Monster clan?"
"The demon race also comes to participate in the blessing ceremony of my human race?"
"No, these are half-demon. With my human bloodline, they can naturally participate in the blessing ceremony."
"That's a demon too!"
"Brother, I am a student of Zheliu Academy and I am also a half-demon. Can't I participate in the blessing ceremony?"
"Ah... Brother, I misunderstood, I didn't mean that..."
"Quiet!" The great scholar on duty, Leng Hanbing, burst into spring thunder with his tongue. The great scholar released his pressure, and the entire square of Zhaixing Tower suddenly became quiet.
Leng Hanbing glanced in the direction of the demon clan. Bai Qingqing made a slight blessing. Leng Hanbing nodded, then looked towards the square, and his eyes were slightly focused on Chen Luo.
After a while, Leng Hanbing spoke again——
"The time has come, and the prayer poetry meeting has officially begun."
"This poem does not need to be supplemented by awe-inspiring righteousness, so there is no need to worry that the poem is too profound and righteous."
"The categories of prayer poems can express ambitions, convey feelings, and recall the past. However, as heaven moves forward, a gentleman should strive for self-improvement. He should not be sad or lonely, nor should he write about small feelings without great righteousness. Do you understand?"
All the Confucian scholars saluted: "Disciple, I understand."
"Let's start over there! Formation, start!"
Suddenly, a formation enveloped the entire Star Reaching Square, and cyan light rose into the sky, clearly visible throughout Zhongjing City.
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Earl's Palace.
Song Tuizhi frowned slightly as he looked at the receiving formation rising into the sky.
"Crystal Demon Realm!"
"Should I let my junior brother go?"
Song Tuizhi held the sunflower stock sent to him by his senior brother: "The senior brother's intention is to let the junior brother in."
"But he is an unreliable person!"
"You have to listen to everything he says!"
Behind him, the black and white bear demon gnawed on the green bamboo in his hand and said, "Are you talking bad about raking your ears?"
Song Tuizhi rolled his eyes: Eat your bamboo!
The black and white bear demon turned around and turned his back to Song Tuizhi: "No harm at all... let your second sister kill you!"
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"Don't be sad, don't be lonely, don't write about small feelings without great righteousness!" Chen Luo repeated the request in his heart, raised his head and looked at the sky, "Is it positive energy?"
Chen Luo held the pen and thought for a while.
"How about "Song of Righteousness"? "Song of Lime" is also fine!"
Just when Chen Luo was about to pick up the pen, several figures suddenly floated up. Chen Luo turned his head and looked over, and found that they were the monsters brought by Bai Qingqing.
I saw those half-demon stepping into the green air one by one, slowly rising into the sky.
But at this time, those Confucian scholars who had already put pen to paper and those who were favored were only three inches above the ground.
"Bastard!" Seeing this, Leng Hanbing frowned, "He actually lost to the demon clan!"
"Don't be impatient, Han Bing. The demon clan has been prepared for a long time. It's not surprising to come up with excellent poems. These students have to study scriptures and meanings on weekdays, so they are lagging behind for a while. They will naturally catch up later... you see..."
At this time, a Confucian scholar from the human race soared into the air from the crowd. Chen Luo glanced at it, yo, an acquaintance!
It is that romantic young master Wang Bugui!
Wang Bugui rose very quickly and quickly surpassed several demon clans. However, he slowed down when he reached a height of five feet. There was about half a foot gap between him and the demon clan at the front.
Almost at the same time, another human figure passed by Wang Bugui, only half a body away from the number one monster.
It was Tian Xiangwan, another female Confucian scholar who left ink marks on the holy page.
At this time, many Confucian scholars also started writing, but some fell down just a few inches into the air.
At this time, Chen Luo heard waves of complaints.
"No, all the good poems and lyrics have been written by predecessors. No matter what we write, they are all cliché! I just wish I was born too late!"
"What good poems and lyrics can there be among those monsters? Their history and emotions are different from those of our human race, so they are easy to write!"
"It's so difficult to write poems and lyrics now! We can only find some remote allusions to avoid what our predecessors have done, but it's hard to produce good poems like this!"
"I...I don't accept it!"
Noisy sounds poured into Chen Luo's ears from all directions. Chen Luo felt complicated. Suddenly, a poem appeared in Chen Luo's mind.
Chen Luo took a deep breath, picked up his pen and started writing!
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Leng Hanbing's face was ashen as he looked at the few people flying towards the top platform. One of the half-demon from the Fox tribe was still far ahead, occupying the first position. Behind him, he was still half a step behind. Tian Xiangwan.
After Tian Xiangwan, it was not Wang Bugui, but Fang Xiujie who came later. However, with Leng Hanbing's sharp eyesight, he could naturally see that Fang Xiujie could surpass Tian Xiangwan at most, but still couldn't defeat the fox demon.
"Rotten wood cannot be carved!" Leng Hanbing naturally heard the complaints on the platform, "What does it mean that all the good poems and lyrics have been written by others, and I have no use for them, but I blame the predecessors!"
Another scholar sighed: "Although they are wrong, it is true that poetry in this dynasty has withered!"
"Li Qinglian, the Immortal of Poetry, Du Zimei, the History of Poetry, Su Poxian, the Saint of Ci, Lu Fangweng, the Lord of Ci... These people are all figures who have condensed the fate of our human race for thousands of years. This dynasty... hmm? By the way, isn't Wan Anbo participating? ?”
Everyone looked attentively in the crowd and saw Chen Luo still with his feet on the ground, writing furiously.
"It's useless!" Leng Hanbing said, "Even if Wan Anbo writes wonderful poems, he can't keep up with those in front of him. If he takes the stage for the first time today, he is afraid that he will fall into the hands of the demon clan."
"What a shame!" Another great scholar nodded.
"Wait a minute, look, Wan Anbo's poem is a bit weird..."
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Bai Fei was almost going crazy with joy.
He was actually the first to log into the Star Building.
If this incident is reported back, even if there is no gain in the crystal demon realm, he will definitely be trained by the demon clan.
"Perhaps, we can also pursue Young Master Qingqing!"
Thinking of that gentle yet powerful figure, Bai Fei's heart became hot.
He raised his head, only one step away from the top.
Hurry up, hurry up...
I want to take first place!
Just when Bai Fei's hand was almost touching the edge of the high platform, a sudden gust of wind blew...
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Chen Luo dropped the last word.
In an instant, the paper glowed with golden light!
A whirlwind rose on the paper, heading upwards.
In an instant, the whirlwind turned into a hurricane, blowing aside all the humans and monsters in the air.
Even Bai Fei, Fang Xiujie and Tian Xiangwan, who were almost on the high platform, were blown off the high platform in an instant.
Everyone stopped rising.
Only Chen Luo, with blue clouds rising under his feet, supported Chen Luo and flew towards the high platform slowly...
…
"This..." Leng Hanbing's eyes showed joy, "The strong wind clears the way, and we can move forward smoothly!"
"It's a strange thing to climb a building! Hahahaha, our class is on duty, it's actually a strange thing to climb a building!"
"It's still a double vision! This kid... No, what kind of poem did Wan Anbo write!"
"Don't worry, we'll find out later."
Leng Hanbing suddenly laughed: "The first place is still my human race!"
While several great scholars were talking, Chen Luo crossed the crowd and cast his gaze on him.
He passed Wang Bugui, who saluted him in mid-air.
He crossed over to Tian Xiangwan, who nodded slightly towards him.
He crossed over to Fang Xiujie. Fang Xiujie's face looked ugly and he casually raised his hand.
He passed over Bai Fei, whose eyes were red, as if Chen Luo had taken his life away.
Chen Luo raised his feet and landed on the high platform.
Almost at the moment Chen Luo landed, the golden light flashed on the ten-foot-long pillar supporting the high platform, and huge elegant characters appeared one by one.
"Li Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths,"
"It doesn't feel new yet."
"There are talented people from generation to generation,"
"Each one leads the way for hundreds of years."
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