About half a quarter of an hour later, hundreds of people had stepped onto the platform of the Star Building.
Da Ru Leng Hanbing's face was no longer cold at this moment, and was filled with a spring breeze-like smile. Although Bai Fei of the demon race took the second place, four of the top five were from the human race, not to mention that the first place, Chen Luo, actually caused two strange phenomena: "The clouds are rising straight up" and "The strong wind opens the way".
As a protective scholar, he naturally has the merit reward of Wenchang Pavilion.
Of course, Leng Daru didn't like that reward.
The main thing is the unspoken rules of protecting Daru. I don’t dare to think about it in the original work, but you can ask Chen Luo to write a handwritten article for himself again, "On Poetry and Giving to Leng Daru to Protect the Star Tower"!
At Li Qinglian's and Su Poxian's two prayer poetry gatherings, in order to get the seat of the great scholar on duty, some great scholars paid the price of the great scholar's cultural treasures.
Facts have proved that the Confucian families who finally paid the Confucian treasures all made a fortune.
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"Ahem, Brother Leng, I have something to discuss with you..." Another great scholar said, but the next sentence was not spoken. Leng Hanbing directly returned to his cold tone, "The qualifications of the great scholar on duty. I have made up my mind today, unless you bring out a great Confucian treasure, I will not change it!"
The scholar's face froze, and he smiled awkwardly: "It's okay...it's okay..."
Alas, although Wan Anbo is a talented person, he cannot reach the level of Li and Su who opened the way with poetry on the road to Tongtian.
You have to pay compensation for giving a literary treasure to a great Confucian!
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Chen Luo looked at Ji Zhong standing behind him and was a little surprised. He did not expect that Ji Zhong followed Wang Bugui closely and was the fifth person to board the platform of the Star Reaching Tower.
At this time, Wang Bugui stepped forward and bowed his hands to Chen Luo: "Wan Anbo, I have admired you for a long time. The last time we competed, the occasion was inconvenient, so I can't say more about it. I am very happy to see you today. I am the twelfth Duke of Long Biao. The king will not return to his descendants."
At this time, Tian Xiangwan also came over and bowed: "Zheliu Academy, Tian Xiangwan, I have met Wan Anbo and Mr. Chen."
Chen Luo was stunned, remembering that he seemed to have the title of "Professor" in the eight major academies in Beijing, and even used the jade plaque given by others to pretend to be that. No wonder Tian Xiangwan added Mr. Chen.
Chen Luo returned the greetings one by one: "Hello, Mr. Wang, and hello, Miss Tian."
Wang Bugui looked at Ji Zhong again and saluted. Ji Zhong nodded slightly and stood half a step closer to Chen Luo, indicating that he was just a guard. A look of surprise flashed on Wang Bugui's face.
"Thankfully, Wan Anbo turned the tide and won the first place on the stairs. If the demon clan takes the first place this time, I am afraid that we will leave our name in history. But it is not a good reputation, but a bad name."
Tian Xiangwan nodded: "Especially my second place and Brother Wang's third place. They will definitely be remembered by people."
Chen Luo waved his hand: "The article is made by nature, and it comes by chance. I also heard some students' comments, and I suddenly felt something."
"Wan Anbo is too modest." Wang Bugui shook his head, "Your sentence 'There are talented people from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years' is simply a heavy blow to my sad attitude in the poetry world. Even if it is I also thought in my heart that the Qijue were written by my ancestors to the level of transcendence and sainthood, so what can I do if I am a genius?"
"When I heard Wan Anbo's inspiring words today, all the depression in my heart disappeared in an instant."
"We should be willing to lead our own way, follow the path of our predecessors, and go further!"
Chen Luo looked at Wang Bugui, who was suddenly filled with enthusiasm, and was stunned for a moment.
Good guy, I thought he was a romantic young man, but he turned out to be a hot-blooded young man.
To deal with such people, just pretend.
"Brother Wang is right. As the saying goes in the Yangtze River, the waves behind push the waves ahead, and a new generation replaces the old!"
"Wonderful! This sentence is also wonderful. I wonder if Mr. Wang will be lucky enough to read the full text?"
"Huh?" Chen Luo was stunned, "These...the two sentences I came up with on a whim are not connected."
"What a pity! I also ask Wan Anbo to let me know if there is a continuation."
"sure!"
Tian Xiangwan frowned as he watched Chen Luo and Wang Bugui go back and forth.
Men, are all this boring?
She took another step forward, came to Chen Luo, and said through a message: "Mr. Chen, if you enter the crystal demon realm, be careful of Fang Xiujie."
Chen Luo was startled, and gave a slight greeting to Tian Xiangwan, and then glanced around the crowd. Sure enough, he saw Fang Xiujie standing alone on the edge of the balcony, peeking at him, and when he saw Chen Luo's eyes Come over and pretend to be casual and put it aside.
At this moment, Leng Hanbing's voice sounded again.
"Everyone. First of all, congratulations to you for ascending to the Star Reaching Tower and being able to pray for the second time. The power of heaven in you is at least twice that of those downstairs!"
"Second prayer, this power of heaven does not come from heaven, but from the road to heaven."
"If you can use the meaning of poetry to touch the road to heaven, not only will the power of heaven descend, but also a large amount of awe-inspiring righteousness will be given. The amount Yi An gained back then was equivalent to ten years of hard study."
"This is a great opportunity given by Wenchang Pavilion. Don't miss it."
"This matter is not allowed to be spread outside!"
As soon as Leng Hanbing said this, the children from the aristocratic families who had already known about it were fine, but the faces of the children from the poor families in the academy showed a look of surprise.
"There is such an opportunity! Damn it, I was in a hurry and the poems I prepared were not the best choice!"
"I originally prepared a strong line poem, but the last sentence still needs to be refined. Can I have more time?"
"How come there is such a great opportunity? If I had known, I would have spent a year polishing it!"
Compared to the anxiety of the Confucian scholars, the demon clan was a little calmer.
This time, a total of eight half-demon appeared in the top 100.
"No wonder we were asked to make an oath before, not to leak the things on Tongtian Tower. It turns out that's the case." Bai Fei thought in his heart, "But in the end, we have to take the path of demon cultivating Tongtian. This Haoran's righteousness will be more or less. It doesn’t matter.”
Thinking of this, Bai Fei glanced at Chen Luo hatefully: "It's all him! Otherwise, I would be the first on the stage!"
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"Sir, please suck me..." Ji Zhong stood behind Chen Luo and said softly.
Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, looked at Ji Zhong who looked serious, and smiled: "It's okay, I already have a lot more power of heaven than you when I go on stage. You have to put in more energy, otherwise you really won't be able to keep up with me. footsteps."
Ji Zhong thought for a while and wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Chen Luo's eyes, so Ji Zhong had no choice but to nod.
Chen Luo sighed in his heart. He really didn't expect that praying twice was the rule.
But he can't absorb Xiaoji's righteousness. He started martial arts and understood how difficult it is for others to gather "qi". This time he had the opportunity to get the "Haoran Zhengqi" he had studied hard for many years for free, so of course he had to let Ji Zhong get it.
What's the use of absorbing so much Haoran's righteous energy? The Star-Breaking Technique is nothing compared to the Beiming Divine Art.
He could feel that when he climbed the stairs just now, the power of heaven he received was several times that of the second demon clan. It didn't matter if he didn't argue, he just treated it as a companion for Xiao Ji.
Thinking of this, Chen Luo also felt a little bored and started to look around.
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"Huh? This kid, why don't you suck it?" Leng Binghan frowned when he saw that Chen Luo didn't seem to use the star sucking method to absorb Haoran's righteousness.
"If he doesn't absorb Haoran's righteousness, how can he lead Confucianism to the path to heaven? How...how can he leave a poem that touches the Tao?"
"If he doesn't want to suck his own boy, he can suck me. I'm so upright and upright that I don't care if he sucks her!"
"I'm so angry."
"Brother Leng." Seeing that Leng Hanbing didn't know what he was thinking, a great scholar quickly sent a message to remind him, "It's time to talk about the rules."
Leng Hanbing reacted, coughed twice, suppressed the noise on the platform, and said: "For this blessing, the top five will stay, and the rest can start writing."
After saying that, Leng Hanbing waved his hand, and five stone slabs suddenly rose above the platform.
"The top five people can write your poems on this slate. This slate is a treasure from the Collapsing World. It contains a fragment of the Heavenly Dao, which can help you reach the Dao more easily."
As soon as the words fell, envious eyes fell on the top five, but they couldn't blame others. They gathered their minds again, walked to their desks, and started writing.
After a while, the entire Tongtian Tower platform was filled with awe-inspiring righteousness. Suddenly, a ray of awe-inspiring righteousness fell from nowhere and shot into the body of a Confucian scholar.
"Yes, righteousness is like an arrow, enough to be worth six months of hard work!"
At this time, several more righteous energy turned into meteors, appeared from nowhere, and shot into the bodies of several other Confucian scholars.
"The flying star of righteousness is equivalent to a year of hard study!"
After a while, countless righteousness emerged from the sky above the platform and shot into the bodies of those Confucian scholars, but they were basically righteousness like arrows and righteousness flying stars.
At this time, the platform was filled with awe-inspiring righteousness and the power of heaven was strong. Everyone seemed to have benefited a lot.
Leng Hanbing glanced at Chen Luo's people: "It's your turn."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes looked at the five people in front, and at this time, the desire to compare came to their hearts.
Ji Zhong stepped forward with an expressionless face. He was the first to pick up his pen and finished a poem in a few strokes. Then he turned around and walked to stand behind Chen Luo.
At this time, a righteous energy emerged above Ji Zhong's head, transformed into a roll of bamboo slips, and was thrown into Ji Zhong's body. A strange look flashed across Leng Hanbing's face, and he looked at the poems written by Ji Zhong and asked: "It takes three years to practice writing in a righteous manner. My little friend, what kind of scriptures and meanings are you majoring in?"
Ji Zhongshili responded: "Spring and Autumn Period."
Leng Hanbing looked at Ji Zhong again, nodded slightly, and praised: "You are so talented!"
After saying that, he looked at Wang Bugui: "It's your turn."
Wang Bugui strode forward and wrote confidently. After finishing writing, he raised his head and looked up at the sky.
A cloud of righteousness appeared in the sky, turned into the shape of a giant hammer, hit Wang Bugui on the head, and disappeared.
"The transformation of righteousness into a hammer can be spent on two years of hard study."
Wang Bugui shrugged and muttered in a low voice: "It's only been two years, write a hammer!"
Then came the third place, Tian Xiangwan, whose righteousness turned into a group of butterflies.
It takes five years of hard work to transform righteousness into a butterfly.
Then there is the second place Bai Fei. Surprisingly, Bai Fei also wrote a poem about righteousness turning into a butterfly. Several great scholars present frowned slightly, wondering if they could win Bai Fei back to the human race.
But everyone quickly turned their attention to Chen Luo, who was wandering in the sky at the moment.
"Ahem... Wan Anbo!" Leng Hanbing shouted, and Chen Luo came back to his senses, "Ah? It's my turn?"
Leng Hanbing nodded: "Exactly."
"Okay, I'll write it then." Chen Luo picked up the pen. He had already thought about it. There was no benefit anyway, so don't waste it.
Just write a passable poem.
Seeing Chen Luo lift up the pen, Leng Hanbing coughed again: "Wan Anbo, is this what you wrote?"
Chen Luo nodded: "Well, is there any problem?"
"Aren't you going to make some preparations?"
"What preparations are needed?"
"The road to heaven for Confucianism still needs a little awe-inspiring righteousness..."
"Oh, I don't care, I can't keep my righteousness anyway..."
Leng Hanbing: (?｀w′?) Do you have to let me explain it clearly?
At this moment, Bai Fei suddenly seemed to be talking to himself, chanting: "Li Du's articles have been passed down by thousands of mouths, and they are no longer new to me..."
Everyone looked at Bai Fei. At this moment, Bai Fei suddenly recited such a poem, and everyone understood what it meant.
Chen Luo's previous poem on the building thought that the poems of Li Qinglian and Du Zimei were no longer amazing until today. At this time, Chen Luo was about to write a poem. When he said this, didn't he mean that if you can't write amazing poems, before Poetry about climbing a building means speaking without shame.
But who are these two people? Du Zimei is a semi-saint, and Li Qinglian's poems open up the "Romantic Way"!
What's more, Chen Luo seems to have no intention of absorbing Haoran's righteousness.
The human Confucian scholars and several great Confucians all looked at Bai Fei. Bai Fei seemed to have just reacted and quickly apologized to Chen Luo: "After Xiaohu finished writing his poem, he thought of Wan Anbo's poem again. It was really too different. This I recited it unconsciously and disturbed Wan Anbo's thoughts..."
Everyone held a breath of anger in their chests, but they couldn't let it out. They could only glare at Bai Fei fiercely.
Chen Luo was also very fed up in his heart. He didn't expect that you, a demon clan, would also have a green tea bitch, and she was also a male bitch.
Ugh, disgusting!
Chen Luo pressed hard with the hand holding the pen. He was about to change his mind and borrow some righteousness from Leng Hanbing, when suddenly a poem flashed in his mind.
"This poem..." Chen Luo was shocked, "Why didn't I think of it at the beginning?"
A smile appeared on Chen Luo's face and he looked at Bai Fei: "There was originally a poem, but you interrupted it. However, it reminded me of another poem..."
After saying that, Chen Luo picked up the pen and started writing on the slate. Everyone's eyes looked at the slate.
"The world's most powerful people come from my generation, and the time comes when I enter the world."
"The emperor's talk and laughter are more intoxicating than the rest of the world."
Only half of the poem was written when the stone slab seemed to be unable to withstand it, and cracks suddenly appeared in the middle. At the same time, nine low thunder sounds suddenly came from the cloudless sky.
Everyone was attracted by the sound of thunder and looked to the sky in confusion.
"Nine thunder sounds!" The expressions of several great scholars changed.
"This is the vibration of Tongtian Road. Could it be...could it be..."
Chen Luo continued to appear on the cracked stone slab.
"I lifted my sword while riding astride and swung the ghost rain, causing bones as white as a mountain bird to fly away."
"The world is like a tide and people are like water. Only a few people return to the rivers and lakes."
Chen Luo put down his pen, and the still bright sky suddenly dimmed.
"Turn day into night! This is the vision of a new road to heaven!" Leng Hanbing was horrified and looked up to the sky.
At the same time, the entire area of 3,000 miles around Beijing changed from day to night.
Countless people raised their heads and saw a colorful star road running through the three thousand miles of sky.
"This is the road to heaven for my junior brother." In the Earl's Mansion, Song Tuizhi raised his head.
"Is Chen Luo's Tongtian Road going to open a new road?" Yan Baichuan looked up at Wenchang Pavilion.
"Is this Chen Aiqing's martial arts path to heaven? It's so beautiful!" Ye Heng looked up at Changming Palace.
"Qicai, this is martial arts! It's Wan Anbo's road to heaven!" Countless people in the city raised their heads.
At this time, I saw a bright sun shining on the colorful road to the sky, which was more brilliant than the surrounding seven colors.
In the Star-Zhaing Tower, Chen Luo closed his eyes, but he felt that his own eyes seemed to be on the road to the sky, overlooking the three thousand miles of human life.
He opened his mouth slightly and his voice spread across the sky.
"Today I am writing a poem about the world of mortals on the road to heaven. Anyone who writes about the world of mortals is entering this path."
As the words fell, streaks of colorful Qi fell like raindrops, falling into the bodies of every person with mortal Qi within a radius of three thousand miles.
The third vision of Kaidao: The anger turns into rain, benefiting the world!
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After about a while, day and night resumed. Everyone stared blankly at Chen Luo, while Bai Fei had a look of fear on his face.
Chen Luo pointed to the poem he had just written and said, "This is the first poem in the world of martial arts!"
The Star Reaching Tower exploded!
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