After lunch, Lang Kua Kua guided Chen Luo all the way out of the three main cities and headed for Siting Mountain. On the way, Chen Luo crushed the jade slip that summoned the third senior brother, but there was no reaction yet.
Along the way, Chen Luo also saw many humans or monsters dressed as Confucian scholars. It was indeed very lively. However, when he came to the foot of the mountain, he saw a Confucian scholar running down the mountain quickly with another Confucian scholar on his back. Shouting: "Whoever has a reassuring pill, please give me one! Whoever has a reassuring pill, please give me one!"
Calming Pill, a low-level elixir that has a calming effect. If a Confucian scholar takes one pill when his thoughts are mixed, he can clear his mind.
"Little friend, your friend's literary heart is shaken. It's useless to use the Calming Pill. Only the Strengthening Pill will be effective!" A demon scribe with a goat's horn on his head pinched his goatee and said.
The God-Reinforcing Pill, a master-level pill, cost at least five to sixty thousand taels of silver.
As soon as these words came out, the Confucian scholar who was carrying it looked panicked, "Whoever has the God-Reinforcing Pill, please lend me one. I can establish a written certificate and I will definitely return it."
It's a pity that there are not many Confucian scholars from the human race nearby. Those who can travel all the way to the Southern Wilderness to participate in the Jingze Poetry Society mostly come for rewards. There are also a few people who carry such precious elixirs, and the demon clan will not take action. , the scene became cold for a while.
"I...I..." Seeing this, the Confucian scholar took out a bamboo pen from his arms, "The Confucius Realm Wenbao contains three Confucius Realm war poems. When writing those three war poems, the power can be increased by 30%. I Exchange the Strengthening Pill."
As soon as these words came out, there were discussions all around. One of the weasel demons said coldly: "The literary utensils of the Confucius Realm can be said to be cultural treasures. Who doesn't know that the literary utensils have a limit on the number of times they can be used. Who knows that this pen of yours can still be used?" How long will it take?”
"I... can write this at least nine times!" the Confucian scholar retorted.
The weasel demon laughed softly and said no more.
Chen Luo frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and flicked Jin Guagua, who was sitting on his shoulder and watching the excitement. Jin Guagua muttered: "Hey (how can I have such a bad elixir!)" However, the small package behind his back was loosened. A snow-white pill flew out.
Jin Guagua stuck out his tongue, rolled up the elixir, and instantly ate the snow sugar coating on it, then threw it to Chen Luo.
Chen Luo walked up to the Confucian scholar and handed the elixir to the Confucian scholar: "Here, it's important to save people!"
The Confucian scholar took the elixir, quickly sensed it, and his expression changed.
What Jin Guagua gave was indeed the God-Guarding Pill, but all the ingredients in its God-Guarding Pill were top-notch, so it was extremely effective. However, this was not the time to be polite. The Confucian scholar quickly stuffed the elixir into his companion's mouth. Seeing that his companion's face quickly turned rosy, he breathed a sigh of relief and offered the bamboo pen in his hand.
"My dear friend, I know that this pen is not worth the value of the elixir. Please leave your name. I will collect enough money and spiritual objects in the future to repay your kindness."
Chen Luo was not polite, took the bamboo pen, turned around and threw it to Jin Guagua. Jin Guagua rolled his eyes: "Gua! (Rewarded!)"
Chen Luo smiled and handed the bamboo pen to the Confucian scholar again: "Your eagerness to save your friends is commendable. This is what Lord Frog rewards you for."
The Confucian scholar was stunned and was about to refuse when he heard Chen Luo ask again: "What's going on? Can you write a poem without being distracted?"
When the Confucian scholar heard this question, he suddenly became angry and worried that his benefactor would suffer. He quickly said: "My dear friend, do you want to go to the Fourth Pavilion? I advise you to change the day."
"What's wrong?"
The Confucian scholar said: "There are some crow spirits in the pavilion who have been maliciously commenting on poetry. I used to use nonsense words to insult the human race, but my classmates just couldn't stand it. Finally, I wrote the second sentence, and they said it like this."
Jin Guagua curled her lips: "Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah out out out out out out out out there in anger? Isn’t your mind too fragile?"
The Confucian scholar wanted to refute, but saw that it was his benefactor who said it. He didn't know what to say for a while. Fortunately, at this time, Lang KuaKua felt that Chen Luo was a good person and couldn't bear to let Chen Luo suffer. He quickly explained: "Master, you I don’t know, what those crow spirits say is the most unpleasant, but their innate magical powers carry soul attacks, and if you waver even a little, your soul will be hurt!”
"Otherwise, let's come back another day. I'll find you a good place to stay, and find a few banshees to serve you. I'll make sure you're comfortable..."
Before Chen Luo could speak, suddenly a voice that made people's ears sore came: "Yeah, leave quickly, any human culture is rubbish."
Chen Luo looked out and saw three black monsters with wings and crow heads standing above the first pavilion, looking at him provocatively.
"Human boy, do you have the guts to break into the Fourth Pavilion?" a crow spirit said, but his eyes were fixed on the golden melon on Chen Luo's shoulder.
As soon as the three crow demons spoke, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Chen Luo looked at the three crows and said, "Who are you?"
The leading crow monster said: "We are the Wu Ann clan. I am Wu Ann Zui, this is Wu Ann Qiang, and this is Wu Ann Ji."
Chen Luo slowly walked towards the first pavilion: "You three want to comment on my poem?"
Wu Ann laughed the most and said: "Isn't writing poetry just for people to read and comment on? Otherwise, why would people know about it?"
Wu Anqiang flapped his wings and nodded: "Yes, do you dare?"
Wu Anji also raised his neck: "How about you say, human civilization is rubbish, and the three of us brothers will stop criticizing your poems?"
After hearing the words of the three crow spirits, all the human students present were furious. They all knew that the three crow spirits blamed the young master for saving people and stealing their limelight, but writing poetry is not that easy. This is a random proposition, and there are bound to be various flaws. As long as one flaw is caught by the crow spirits Keep in mind, if your mood is unstable, you may get hurt.
After all, we are in the territory of the Monster Clan, and it is difficult to persuade and help at the same time.
"It would be great if Chen Wuhou was here." A human student sighed softly, and the others nodded slightly when they heard this.
At this time, Chen Luo had already walked to the first pavilion. The little monster who was standing in front of the first pavilion and was in charge of the management looked aloof and asked, "Do you want to break into the pavilion?"
The human race disciples in the pavilion shook their heads slightly at Chen Luo, but most of the demon race looked like they were watching a show.
"Breaking in!"
Chen Luo answered casually, and the little demon in the pavilion clapped his hands. Suddenly, a blue light flashed on the stone slab in the pavilion, and a poem appeared.
This is Chen Luo's topic this time.
"You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of all the small mountains."
"Mountain climbing poem!" The humanoid student breathed a sigh of relief. Relatively speaking, mountain climbing poems are relatively easy to write.
Chen Luo pinched his chin and suddenly thought of a question.
The teacher specifically reminded him to hide his identity. Won't it attract attention if he writes a poem that will last forever?
It's best to have one that's just right enough to get through the four pavilions without causing too much commotion.
This is about controlling points!
Just when Chen Luo was thinking about which poem to write, the three crow spirits had already landed behind Chen Luo and said with a smile: "Can't I write it anymore?"
"If you can't write, just give up. It will save our eyes."
"I can tell by the look on your face that you can't hold it in."
Chen Luo glanced at the three crow spirits behind him with disgust, and suddenly said: "You three, do you dare to make a bet?"
"What kind of bet?" Wu Nian asked most cautiously.
"If I successfully break through the four pavilions, how about you each drop one level?"
The three crow spirits are all in the sixth-level spirit-seeking realm. They have been downgraded by one level, that is, from the sixth-level to the seventh-level. They have returned directly from the spiritual realm to the blood realm.
The three crow spirits hesitated for a moment, and then Wu An asked: "Then what are you betting on?"
"Guagua!" Chen Luo shouted, Jin Guagua yawned, and three pills flew out of the small backpack behind his back, exuding powerful demonic power.
"Three blood-charging pills can increase the probability of reaching the fifth-level realm."
The eyes of the three crow spirits suddenly went straight. They were hired to attack people who broke into the pavilion. They only had three blood-raising demon pills a day, so naturally they couldn't compare with the blood-charging pills. However, Wu Ann hesitated for a moment and said, "Write a sentence first and then talk."
It wanted to see Chen Luo's background.
Chen Luo didn't care about the other party's idea of taking advantage. He directly picked up a pen and wrote on the pillars of the pavilion: "Up, up, and up."
At this time, the whole place was quiet for a moment, and then another burst of laughter broke out.
"Hahahaha, that's it, is this a poem?" Wu Nezhi pointed at the word and laughed.
"It makes me laugh so hard. It keeps going up and up and up! Where are you going? Hahahaha!" Wu Nian forced a smile.
Wu Anji rolled on the ground, kicking his paws: "I bet, I bet, I bet with you!"
At this time, all the humans present sighed slightly, and the monsters all showed contemptuous smiles.
Chen Luo ignored them and walked directly towards the second pavilion. The three crow spirits naturally followed him, and many curious people also went there.
When Chen Luo came to the second pavilion, he didn't waste any time and wrote the second sentence: "Up to the high mountain."
As soon as the second sentence came out, there was another uproar.
It seems like this kid really doesn't know how to write poetry.
Wu Ann smiled the most and said: "You are still awesome, we don't know how to judge this piece of trash."
"How can I comment? I can only say that the writing is pretty good, hahahahaha."
"The human race is in decline! Writing poetry is no brainer."
The three crow spirits leaned back and forth with laughter, and even the human race frowned slightly, feeling his face heat up, but Chen Luo didn't care, and looked at the three crow spirits again: "There are still two pavilions, do you think I can get through? "
Wu Ann said: "If you can get through, I will become mute from now on!"
Wu Anqiang said: "If you can get through, I'll break my wings!"
Wu Anji said: "If you can get through, I will hit you and die on this pavilion pillar!"
Chen Luo nodded slightly: "If I can't get through, that frog spirit and the precious backpack on his back will belong to you."
Jin Guagua was stunned: (?Д?)
Did you eat it on yourself?
Jin Guagua quickly hugged Chen Luo's thigh: Brother, stop making trouble. I can also write the first two sentences of yours, like two hundred poems a day.
The three crow spirits glanced at Jin Guagua, suddenly looked serious, and said in unison: "It's a deal!"
Chen Luo smiled, met the eyes that looked either gloating or helpless, and cupped his hands: "Please be a witness."
After saying that, Chen Luo walked towards the third pavilion above.
At this time, the bet between Chen Luo and the three crow spirits had been spread, and for a moment everyone's eyes fell on the third pavilion.
Chen Luo walked to the third pavilion and picked up the brush. Before writing, Crow was the first to laugh and said: "I know what he will write next."
Wu Wuqiang said quickly: "What?"
"Let me go up the mountain!" Crow Ji said. After saying this, the three crow spirits burst into laughter.
Chen Luo raised the corners of his mouth slightly and started writing——
"The sun is red and the clouds are low"!
All voices paused.
A human master nodded: "What a majestic spirit. When you raise your head, you can see the red sun. Even the white clouds are too low. I didn't say a word high, but every word said high."
Another demon scholar also echoed: "Yes, look back at the first two sentences. Up, up, and up, up to the mountain. It is clearly describing the process of mountain climbing in the most straightforward words."
"Climbing, crawling, walking, and walking, when I think about it now, they are all inferior to the word "up", as if a steep mountain is right in front of me."
"It's just that the spirit has reached its peak, it just depends on how it ends with the last sentence."
Listening to everyone's discussion, the three crow spirits became anxious.
"What red sun, what white clouds, where are they, where are they?"
"There is no literary talent at all. It is piled with words and cannot be read at all."
"You can't even understand what the seven characters are saying. The sun is red and the clouds are white. You want to write about mountains. Where are the mountains?"
Jin Guagua put her heart in her stomach at this time and hummed softly: "Quah! (They're anxious, they're anxious!)"
Chen Luo ignored the three crow spirits and walked directly to the fourth pavilion on the top of the mountain. More and more people followed to watch the excitement.
The mountain was not high, so Chen Luo walked for a quarter of an hour before arriving at the last pavilion. The most nervous thing at this time was the three crows.
Chen Luo still steadily picked up the brush and wrote the last sentence on the pillar of the fourth pavilion——
"All the demons and lands of the Nine Provinces can be seen at once!"
In an instant, the fourth pavilion shone brightly, and the first three sentences instantly appeared on the pillar where the last sentence was written -
Up and up and up again,
One goes up to the high mountain.
With your head raised, the sun is red and the white clouds are low,
All the demons and continents of Kyushu can be seen at a glance!
Immediately afterwards, the green light flashed on the four lines of the poem, and the green light climbed along the pillars to the top of the pavilion, and the gems on the top of the pavilion immediately shone with dazzling brilliance.
"We got through!" The Confucian scholar who had been sweating for his benefactor suddenly shouted.
"What a counter-attack!" The human master also looked excited, "I started with a plain verse, but the last two lines have a surprising peak, giving the whole poem a brand new look. This is a counter-attack!"
The three crow spirits turned pale with fright at this moment. While everyone was cheering, they were about to slowly fade away when they heard Chen Luo shout again: "Where are you three going?"
Wu Nao turned around and said fiercely: "Boy, we admit defeat. But don't push yourself too far. Our clan leader is a general under the great king, Wu Ann Hei! Do you still dare to deal with us?"
"Repaying debts is a matter of course!" Chen Luo said lightly. He had been disgusted for so long and wanted to run away?
The three fifth-grade little demons took themselves a little too seriously.
Chen Luo thought, and in an instant his shadow connected to the three crow spirits, and a figure flew out of the shadow, which was Cui Shanque.
Cui Shanque struck Wu Chenzui's throat with his horizontal palm. Wu Chenzui's throat bones suddenly shattered, and a seal fell on his mouth. Then Cui Shanque turned around, grabbed Wu Anqiang's wings, and twisted them backwards. He heard two "clicks" and Wu Anqiang let out a scream and fell to the ground. His two wings seemed to have fallen off. Average.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Wu Anji was about to flap his wings and run away, but Cui Shanque had already appeared in front of him, grabbed Wu Anji's neck, and threw him hard towards the pillar of the fourth pavilion.
The huge force made Wu Anji unable to resist at all. With a "bang" sound, Wu Anji's head hit the pillar of the fourth pavilion reinforced by the magic circle. In an instant, it was like an exploding watermelon, with blood splattering everywhere.
The three crow spirits were killed almost instantly. Everyone saw only one figure, and then nothing else.
"Please bear witness, they just lost the bet, and I didn't ask for any more interest." Chen Luo bowed his hands to everyone again.
is not that right? Became mute, had both wings broken, and crashed to death on the pavilion. These were all said by the three crow spirits themselves.
At this moment, a crane suddenly sounded in the sky, and a crane flew towards the fourth pavilion.
Wu Ann, who fell to the ground with his wings broken, vomited blood and said with a smile: "Hahaha, boy, you won't die a good death either. The one who comes is the steward next to the Great Lord. He is an acquaintance of my clan leader. He must be here." Kill you, hahahahahaha..."
At this time, all the humans in the pavilion clenched their fists and slowly moved towards Chen Luo, while the monsters all had an attitude of watching a show.
Chen Luo walked up to Wu Anqiang and said, "If it's to deal with me, why doesn't your clan leader come in person?"
Wu Anqiang was stunned. At this moment, the crane landed in front of the fourth pavilion and instantly transformed into a little old man wearing a palace robe. Wu Anji immediately shouted: "Master He, help! I am the eighth great-great-grandson of Wu Anhei. I am so miserable!"
"Noisy!" Mr. He waved his hand, and a crane feather flew out, directly sealing Wu Anqiang's mouth. Then he bowed and quickly walked to Chen Luo in small steps, bowed and paid homage, and shouted: "This slave has sent his regards to our little ancestor..."
When Wu Ann Ji and Wu Ann finally saw this scene, their blood suddenly surged, their eyes went black, and they fainted without knowing whether they were alive or dead.
Chen Luo frowned: "Little ancestor? Me?"
The crane demon nodded quickly, knelt on the ground and could not get up, and said: "Yes, my little ancestor, I am late to greet you. Little ancestor, please come with me to the palace, the great king is very anxious to wait."
Chen Luo was stunned: Could it be that the great king is the third senior brother?
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