"Wan Anbo is going to write a second song."
"Is it the painting or the brick?"
"It should be a painting. At least there are some things. That brick, to be honest, I don't think I can solve the problem and get it!"
At this time, Luo Sanqiu also showed a smile. His goal was the last brick.
Others don't know that his master once studied with Wan Sheng and knew Wan Sheng well.
Therefore, only he can be sure to invite the Holy Will of All Saints.
The holy will of this deity acts as a magic weapon, and its power is even stronger!
Even if Chen Luo invites the second Holy Will, as long as he fails to recite the stone brick, and he is the last one to come on stage and invite the Holy Will of All Saints to become the artifact spirit of the stone brick in front of everyone, he will be able to overwhelm him in terms of momentum. Press Chen Luo.
Your own face can be picked up from the ground.
"Work hard. The better you perform now, the stronger you will be for me later." Luo Sanqiu couldn't help feeling proud, and gave Chen Luo an encouraging smile.
Chen Luo felt something, turned his head, and was moved when he saw Luo Sanqiu's friendly smile.
What a broad-minded scholar!
So Chen Luo also nodded to Luo Sanqiu, he would never let him down.
Chen Luo looked at the painting. It was just as Wen Xiang said. All the people and cattle on it were gone, and only a cart of fuel was left. However, the fuel was also mixed at this time.
"Hey, wherever there is carbon in the painting, it is all smeared into a ball. If someone hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have been able to tell that it was a car of carbon."
"Yes, if I must say it, I feel more like a piece of coal now, a huge coal stone."
"It's all black anyway, so it's just what it is!" A scholar said helplessly, "It's just a useless treasure!"
"No matter what it is, this black thing is not easy to chant!"
"Let's see how Wan Anbo breaks the situation."
…
Chen Luo looked at the ruined painting. To be honest, he was confused at first. Just as those great scholars said, this dark picture would have been unexpected if it wasn't for the literary reminder that it was related to "The Charcoal Seller". What is it?
But now, it does look like a piece of coal, the kind of coal that has just been dug out of the ground.
It would be fine if it was really a useless treasure, but he was so close that he could still feel a trace of warmth coming out of the black mass, which made people feel warm in this cold winter.
Then that poem!
When Chen Luo raised the brush, everyone held their breath immediately, as if they were worried that their breathing would interrupt Chen Luo's thoughts. Even Yan Baichuan turned his head and stared.
After all, he was a little embarrassed to take out this cultural treasure, so he said that he was satisfied that three cultural treasures could invite two holy wills.
I saw Chen Luo writing on the stone tablet, and a rhyme poem appeared on the stone tablet.
“When you cut through the chaos, you get black gold, which contains the deepest yang and meaning.”
"The fire burns brightly and brings back the spring, and the furnace shines brightly through the night."
"Ding Yi Yuan relies on the force of birth, but the iron and stone remain in the heart after death."
"I hope that everyone will be fed and warm enough to go out of the mountains and forests without any trouble."
The stone tablet shook suddenly, and a strong heat emitted from the stone tablet. Suddenly, the Bagua symbols in Bagua Square lit up instantly!
"Succeeded! The Holy Spirit succeeded!"
"Oh my god, Wan Anbo really turned carbon into coal. This is a song "Ode to Coal"!"
"Poems have been written for thousands of years, and this is the only one who sings about coal!"
"Amazing, amazing, amazing!"
"At this time, every sentence is written about coal, but every sentence is about the sages who dedicated their lives for the human race. It feels like 'the spring silkworms will die only when they die, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up'!"
"'I hope that everyone in the world will be well-fed and warm, and will go out of their way to go out of the mountains and forests.' This is a holy wish! Wan Anbo has made a holy wish!"
"Look, who is summoned by the Holy Will?"
At this time, the yin-yang fish in the center of Bagua Square suddenly stopped rotating, and a cyan light and shadow emerged.
"The saint's heart is impermanent, and he takes the hearts of the people as his heart!"
"Di, you have met the descendants of our clan!"
The sound came out and the whole place was in an uproar!
"Xiang Di, it's Xiang Di!"
"See Di Xiang!"
For a moment, the whole audience bowed and bowed, paying homage to the former famous prime minister—Di Renjie!
In the previous dynasty, there was a prime minister called Di Renjie. He loved the people like a son, made peace for the people both inside and outside, and was highly respected. Later, he became a saint and resigned from the prime ministership. Hundreds of millions of people cried and begged for three days, hoping that the half-sage would continue to be prime minister, but Di Renjie refused.
Before leaving, he wrote a warning on the wall of the prime minister's house: "The saint's heart is impermanent, and he takes the people's heart as his heart." This has become the motto of all those who are determined to "live for the people."
The green light of Di Renjie's holy will fell on the stone tablet of "Ode to Coal". The stone tablet seemed to turn into a ball of flame, and then fell into the remaining paintings. The remaining paintings were burned by the flames. In the light of the fire, a star Faintly red coal and stone emerged, and a warm and domineering holy power swept across the Bagua Square!
As soon as the coal and stone appeared, it immediately turned into a black light and stopped behind Chen Luo.
"The most important treasure of transformation is the most important treasure of transformation!" A great scholar exclaimed.
Yan Baichuan also showed a look of surprise. Transformation is a manifestation of the power of some treasures to change their form and become closer to the way of heaven. The edges of this residual painting were made of coal and stone, and the meaning of the entire cultural treasure has also changed. Now even if Di Xiang's Even after the holy will has left, this coal is still a great treasure of literature and art.
Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Luo again, feeling happy and troubled for a moment.
I am happy that Wenchang Pavilion has added another important treasure, but I am worried about how to reward Chen Luo.
Wenchang Pavilion has already spent the past three years on the previous rewards. Looking at Chen Luo's age, he would probably be able to vacate Wenchang Pavilion before he is forty years old!
But it won’t work without a reward, the Bamboo Sage is watching!
"Alas..." Yan Baichuan sighed, try to become a saint within twenty years, and just leave this mess to the next Minister of Literature to deal with it!
Thinking of this, Yan Baichuan felt a little more relaxed.
At this time, Chen Luo's eyes fell on the stone brick.
…
"Old Leng!" A great scholar who placed a bet came to Leng Hanbing and said with a smile, "This is the last song, and it's still the stone brick with no origin. You will definitely lose this time. When the time comes, When exchanging bets, I have to be the first one."
Leng Hanbing's eyes were firm: "Humph, what do you know? Based on my understanding of Wan Anbo, he must leave what he is sure of last. Just stay with me and don't leave. Wait for the first one to take you in. bet!"
"Hard talk!" The scholar didn't take it seriously. After all, Leng Hanbing was going to go bankrupt soon, why couldn't he be allowed to say a few words?
One poem, two saints, how easy it is!
Let’s think about it carefully now. It would be better to let Leng Hanbing do something for him when the time comes!
After all, they have been friends for many years, so I have to do some private work for him to pay off his debts!
…
Chen Luo looked at the brick carefully.
The brick is a bit yellow due to its age, but it has been covered with a thick layer of slurry due to eighty thousand years of use. At a rough glance, it looks like a brick-shaped jade.
In this world, the building bricks used by the people are also made of a mixture of lime and glutinous rice, so Chen Luo chose the poem early in the morning.
"There is a special session today!" Chen Luo thought in his mind and picked up his pen.
…
"It has begun, it has begun, the last poem is about to begin."
"Leng Daru's bet on Wan Anbo's poem and the two saints, whether he can succeed or not depends on this!"
"One poem, two saints? I think a border poem might be able to invite a saint's will!"
"In my opinion, maybe writing a poem about border homesickness can kill two birds with one stone!"
Luo Sanqiu also looked at Chen Luo with a smile, waiting for Chen Luo to fail.
He naturally heard the discussions of these great scholars, and some of them deliberately raised their voices. It seemed that they were discussing, but in fact they were giving Chen Luo advice.
However, it is impossible to succeed!
This brick is not a city wall brick at all, and it doesn't have the slightest hint of homesickness. When Wan Sheng was young, he was once surrounded by a group of gangsters and forced Wan Sheng to take over the crime of stealing for them in exchange for a silver reward. Halloween casually picked up the bricks scattered on the ground, preferring to die rather than obey, and finally fought off the gangsters.
From now on, this Halloween brick will never leave your hand.
As for the bricks of the city wall and the bricks of homesickness, they were all made up by Wan Sheng's disciples to save the teacher's face.
Luo Sanqiu also learned about this matter from his master's notes.
If Chen Luo had recited something about his ambition to guard the country and his feelings of homesickness, the direction would have been wrong from the beginning, and it would be difficult for him to be touched by the holy will.
On the contrary, I chose a poem about "a man is mighty and unyielding", which may invite the Holy Will of All Saints to come!
It is also an interesting thing that poetry overwhelms Wan Anbo.
…
Chen Luo took a deep breath. The strongest poem written by the person with the strongest bones in his previous life appeared in this world!
"Thousands of hammers carved out the deep mountains,"
"The fire burns as if it were idle."
"I'm not afraid of being broken into pieces,"
"Keep your innocence in this world!"
For a moment, there was a loud commotion in Bagua Square, and the cypress sword and coal behind Chen Luo came out with a low hum, seemingly in agreement.
But there was no response from Bagua Square.
"Failed?"
"How can it be?"
"This is a chant of lime. You are so strong and strong. How could you fail?"
Just when everyone was talking about it for the first time, the entire Bagua Square suddenly shook.
"Huh? Earthquake?"
"There seems to have been an earthquake before. Who remembers it?"
"I remember, it was the time when Lu Fangweng wrote a poem and became a saint!" A voice came out, and everyone followed the sound and looked, and it turned out to be Kong Chengyong who had been silent all this time.
Kong Chengyong looked solemn and looked at the stone tablet where Chen Luo wrote the lime chant.
"The earth is shaking, and the beasts are coming out!"
After the words fell, the stone tablet suddenly rose, revealing the stone sculptures buried underground.
It was the Bixi that appeared when Chen Luo wrote "Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world" in Wan'an County!
The Bixi stone sculpture stretched out from the ground. The Bixi's head suddenly raised and opened its mouth. A strange long whistle came from the stone sculpture Bixi's mouth.
At the moment when the strange sound rang out, the eight hexagrams in Bagua Square suddenly shined brightly, and the blue light rose into the sky, turning into a long bridge.
"Master Dao Hongqiao?" The look of surprise in Yan Baichuan's eyes became stronger. The sage said, if three people are walking together, there must be my teacher. At least three semi-saints are walking together, so such a vision will happen!
"Look, there is a holy will on the Hongqiao."
I saw streaks of holy will flashing out on the Hong Bridge, and following the Hong Bridge, they fell into the Bagua Square.
Together.
Two lanes.
Three ways.
…
Seven ways.
Eight ways.
Nine paths.
…
The complete and growing phantom of the holy way, Leng Hanbing smiled: "Hahahahahaha, two saints in one life are nothing, Wan Anbo has moved the Ten Thousand Saints here!"
"Which of the sages of the human race is not 'not afraid of all the broken bones', and which one is not 'leaving innocence in the world'!" Leng Hanbing grabbed the great scholar who was about to leave: "Brother Ma, you are the first A bettor!"
"Brother Leng, I only have this cultural treasure..."
"It doesn't matter. After all, we have been friends for many years. How can I let you not have the opportunity to take on private work? I am short of a great scholar assistant. If you do it slowly, it will be regarded as paying off the debt."
"Hey, okay."
"Let's go, let's collect the bets with me!"
…
At this time, Yan Baichuan looked at the increasing number of holy shadows in the square, his eyelids twitching.
"What a waste, what a waste! What's the use of summoning so many holy wills? You can only choose one!"
"What a waste!"
On the other side, Luo Sanqiu's open mouth never closed.
How do you chant lime?
Shouldn't you chant about border and homesickness?
Some people will tell you that chanting about border crossings makes you homesick!
Why don't you follow the rules?
Are you asking for a saint?
They all work one-on-one and cautiously invite the donors.
You are having a banquet!
I never dreamed that seeing the Holy Spirit appearing in Bagua Square could actually be described as "bamboo shoots springing up after a rain"!
Hey, that holy will over there, don’t crowd out my Halloween holy will!
…
"Ahem!" Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Luo, who was also a little dull, and said, "The appreciation of the saints is their recognition of you. Chen Luo, please choose a saint."
Chen Luo was stunned, huh?
Did I get a reverse vote?
Chen Luo was about to speak when another voice transmission from Yan Baichuan came to his ears: "Choose Wan Sheng. He is the master of stone bricks, and his power as a weapon spirit can be even greater."
Hum, engaging in shady activities!
Why can't I let my favorite brother Shengyi debut!
A pious expression appeared on Chen Luo's face, and he bowed and saluted: "Thank you for your holy will, I would like to invite you ten thousand..."
Before Chen Luo finished speaking, another holy will descended from the sky and landed directly in front of Chen Luo. The holy power filled the air and suppressed other holy wills!
Yan Baichuan's eyes widened and he quickly sent a message: "Choose him! Choose him! Choose him!"
Chen Luo was also stunned. He raised his head and looked at the holy will. Compared with the other half-saint phantoms, his face could not be seen clearly, which meant that his features could be vaguely seen.
At this time, a ray of light flew from one direction in Beijing and instantly landed on Bagua Square. It was the Dharma Appearance! Seeing the shadow in front of Chen Luo, he also bowed slightly.
"Legalist disciples have met Han Feizi!"
Legalist Xusheng, Han Feizi!
Fa Xiang looked at the poems on the Bixi stele, and saluted Chen Luo: "Since ancient times, there is no one who can match me to the Legalists! Please grant me permission, Wan Anbo!"
Chen Luo nodded and bowed to Han Feizi: "Please write a poem for Han Feizi!"
Han Feizi's holy shadow nodded slightly, raised his legs and stepped into Biyi's poems. Suddenly, the poems glowed brightly and merged into the stone bricks. Two cracks appeared on the stone bricks, and they immediately flew behind Chen Luo.
The holy will on the square shook their heads slightly and slowly dissipated. Only the last halloween phantom hesitated for a moment and dissipated.
At this time, no one heard, a long sigh sounded in the Void Temple.
…
Luo Sanqiu seemed unable to close his mouth.
What a chance for him to make a name for himself!
He just saw the shadow of Halloween's holy will disappear, and his heart felt sore.
How can you do this?
Just then, a hand patted his shoulder, and when he turned around, he saw Leng Hanbing's smiling face.
"Lao Luo, pay your bet!"
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