When he walked out of the hidden place, what appeared in front of Chen Luo was a small town made of stone. Various monsters came in and out under the town gate, and occasionally some human races were seen mixed in.
According to Lao He's introduction, this is a specially refined magic weapon to entertain the people who come to the Jingze Poetry Club. Once the Jingze Poetry Club is over, the town will be taken away.
When the town guard saw where Chen Luo appeared, he knew that he was a big shot coming through the teleportation channel in the palace. He didn't know which high-ranking official he was, so he quickly stepped forward and saluted: "My lord, I don't know why you came to Stone Town. ?”
Chen Luo took out the proof of breaking into the Fourth Pavilion from his arms: "Come to the Jingze Poetry Festival."
The guard wiped his hands on his clothes, took the certificate, inspected it carefully, and then nodded and said: "Please come with me, noble man."
Chen Luo nodded, raised his legs and followed the guards into the city. But just after entering the city gate, Chen Luo frowned slightly. The mastiff Lingling who was following Chen Luo quickly sent a message: "Master Hou, what's wrong?"
Chen Luo shook his head gently and said it was okay.
In fact, Chen Luo couldn't explain anything. He just felt like he was being watched as soon as he entered the town. He felt uncomfortable all over. But after thinking about it carefully, it might be some kind of surveillance array from Si Zhuguo, so he didn't let it go too much. In the heart.
The guard took Chen Luo all the way to the center of the town, and soon came to a huge school ground. Entering the school grounds, naturally the little demon in charge of Si Zhuguo came forward to meet him and hand over the formalities. Chen Luo looked around the school grounds. There were many monsters on the campus. In addition to the monster aura, some of them could also see a touch of awe-inspiring righteousness. They were obviously monsters.
However, there are still many huge stone monuments erected on the school grounds, and people write and draw on the stone monuments from time to time.
At this time, many monsters looked at Chen Luo, and one monster smiled contemptuously: "A human scholar?"
Bai Ze is a naturally raised alien beast, so it naturally does not produce demonic energy like ordinary monsters. At this time, Chen Luo had hidden the Bai Ze horns on his forehead, so it was normal for him to be mistaken for a human race.
"What a handsome young man from the human race." A female demon with turbulent breasts suddenly grabbed Chen Luo's arm, trapped Chen Luo's arm in her "huge encirclement", and whispered into Chen Luo's ear. He blew hot air gently and said, "Do you want sister to show you the way?"
Chen Luo pulled his arm out of the "abyss of sin" and said with a smile, "Thank you for your kindness."
The banshee was not angry either. She wiped the flower petals from her waist and abdomen and put an extra petal into Chen Luo's hand: "If you feel lonely at night, crush the petals and my sister will come to find you."
"Okay, don't cause trouble." The school demon said. The female demon glanced at the school demon and said angrily, "Why are you jealous? You are not my girl's cup of tea."
After saying that, she winked at Chen Luo again and turned to leave.
The schoolyard demon also blushed and said to Chen Luo: "Young Master, don't be fooled. This is the Yanghua Demon. She is trying to trick you into becoming a furnace cauldron."
Chen Luo nodded and casually handed the petals to the little demon in the school field. The little demon in the school field was immediately overjoyed and said quickly: "Sir, there is still room for Monument No. 36. You can go and try it."
Chen Luo nodded. Before the transmission, Lao He told him that the Jingze Poetry Conference was divided into two sessions. The first one was the inscription competition.
According to legend, this is a method passed down from the human race. The soul is used as ink to write poems on special stone tablets. If the poem is not elegant enough, it will be swallowed up by other poems, and the author will lose this part of the power of the soul. Because it is too dangerous, the human race has long canceled this method.
However, the demon clan is very aggressive and has retained this kind of competition.
According to Lao He, because there were too many people participating in the Jingze Poetry Meeting, the top ten of each stele were chosen to enter the second session. But this scene is not a proposition.
Of course, there is also a convenience here, which is to find some stone tablets with low competition to write poems on. The school demon got the petals, so he naturally reciprocated and told Chen Luo about the stone tablet with the lowest competition.
However, Chen Luo came here to make a name for himself, so naturally he would not keep a low profile, so he asked with a smile: "Can you please tell me, little brother, which stone tablet has the highest culture?"
The school demon was stunned for a moment, and then said after a long while: "Except for the ones that have been sealed, the No. 16 stone tablet is the strongest."
"Thank you." Chen Luo nodded and walked towards the stone tablet No. 16.
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Many monster clans have gathered in front of the stone tablet No. 16. There are ten poems on the stone tablet. There is a faint shadow of a fox behind the first poem, which is obviously written by the fox clan.
"There is still one stick of incense left before the monument will be sealed on the 16th." A little demon said, "Qingqiu Fox Country is indeed a gathering of culture and culture. The number one Bai Taotao has never been ranked first. .”
Another monster snorted: "Qingqiu Fox Country is the closest to humans, and it is normal for civilization to flourish."
"No, no," another monster said, "I heard that there are also voices of opposition in Qingqiu, and they think that studying Confucianism will not be of much benefit to them. Whether they can get the leader and gain the territory this time will be up to them. A major test for the Wenhua faction in the country.”
"Bai Qingqing has already taken action in person, so there should be no problem."
Just as the demons were talking about it, Chen Luoshi walked over, passed through the demon group, and picked up the special writing brush next to the stone tablet.
Chen Luo's move caused an uproar among the monsters. They looked at Chen Luo carefully and laughed: "Human race?"
Among them, there was a race that was friendly with the human race and said: "This scholar, the inscription on the 16th stele is outstanding. The time for sealing the stele is not far away, so we should change it to another stele."
Chen Luo smiled and shook his head. He looked up and saw that ten poems had been selected on the stone tablet. He looked at them one by one and nodded slightly: "Yes, they are all good."
"Nonsense! Except for Chen Luo, your human race has nothing to compare with my monster race. Any poem on this tablet is a masterpiece if it comes to the human race. If you have self-awareness, just change it. Monument."
Chen Luo thought for a moment and shook his head slightly: "Chen Luo, it's just average!"
Hearing this, all the monsters opened their eyes wide and looked at Chen Luo. Suddenly, a burst of laughter rang out: "My dear, you have so much courage."
Everyone looked back and saw a handsome young man in white, with a fox tail behind him that had a light pink color. The monsters all saluted, "I have seen Mr. Taotao."
It was Bai Taotao who was number one on the stone tablet.
Bai Taotao walked up to Chen Luo and said, "You dare to say that Chen Luo is just like me. He is really my confidant. I have read human poetry all over and thought that Chen Luo was just a rhetorician. There are no heroes in the world, so Zhuzi became famous. .”
"One day, I will definitely go north to fight with Chen Luo."
Chen Luo nodded seriously: "You are ambitious! I have long disliked that Chen Luo!"
"I have long heard that he has a reputation as a disgraceful scholar, but he is still loved by all the people, all the saints are happy, and he is also praised as the most handsome young man in the human race. It is shameful!"
Bai Taotao folds a paper fan: "Heroes see the same thing!"
Chen Luo raised his head: "Today, I will take this as the first step to let Chen Luo know that he is not truly invincible in poetry!"
"We are willing to participate in this grand event together!" Bai Taotao suddenly felt excited. In the past, whenever he said something bad about Chen Luo in the clan, he would be taught a lesson by Sister Qingqing. Today, he finally found a like-minded person.
"I don't know what to call my dear friend?" Bai Taotao said with cupped hands.
"I'm here, Bai Mo!" Chen Luo said loudly.
"It turns out it's Brother Bai Mo. I'd like to ask Brother Bai Mo to write. You and I can join hands and enter the Zere first, and then break into the human race!"
"good!"
Chen Luo lifted up the pen, and the power of the soul was injected into the pen.
The demon clan around them looked at Chen Luo and Bai Taotao, all speechless. Why did these two people become so passionate while talking?
Although he doesn't like the human race, Chen Luo is really strong!
At this moment, Chen Luo opened his eyes. To be honest, Chen Luo had already thought of a poem. But just when he was about to write it, he suddenly thought of the third senior brother, the senior senior brother, the fourth senior brother, the sixth senior sister, and the second senior brother. Senior sister, as well as the fifth and seventh senior brothers who have not met yet, and the teacher who has always cared for me.
Even if he has to remain anonymous now, he still needs to be known that he is from the Bamboo Forest lineage.
Chen Luo turned his pen and wrote -
Section after section,
Thousands of branches gather thousands of leaves.
I don’t bloom on my own,
Avoid teasing bees and butterflies.
After Chen Luo finished writing, the stone tablet was instantly filled with green energy, attracting the attention of all the demons.
"Bamboo chanting? This is a bamboo chanting poem!" A demon scholar nodded, "Wenhua's spirit is not enough, but there is a proud backbone in the poem, which also enhances the level of awe-inspiring righteousness, making Wenhua His energy has also reached a new level!"
"Are you blind?" Another demon scholar said, "Where is the lack of literary spirit? One section after another, each section is rising, the words are concise and comprehensive, and the dynamics of the growth of the green bamboo are vividly displayed on the page, especially the second sentence. Thousands of branches gathering thousands of leaves', it is clearly written about one bamboo, but it depicts the momentum of thousands of troops!"
"That's right! The last two sentences are even more arrogant, quite similar to the human race's saying of 'coming out of the mud but not staining it'."
"In my opinion, it's even rarer than that sentence."
At this time, all the monsters in front of Monument No. 16 were extremely quiet. I saw that the literary spirit in the poems written by Chen Luo condensed into the shadow of a green bamboo. The green bamboo started to grow upward from the bottom of the stone tablet, and soon reached the tenth position. The famous poem was shattered, and the power of the soul that condensed the poem was instantly absorbed by the green bamboo.
Not far away, a demon clan vomited a mouthful of blood and looked over fiercely. The poems were shattered, the soul was absorbed, and he had lost the qualification to participate in the second game.
Bai Taotao laughed loudly: "Brother Bai, what a literary talent! What a literary talent! As expected, I, Bai Taotao..." But before he finished speaking, he stopped.
It turned out that the green bamboo did not stop, but continued upward, and then smashed the ninth poem and prose, and also absorbed all the power of its soul!
Then Cuizhu still had no stopping trend, just like what was written in the poem: verse after verse, it swallowed up the eighth place, the seventh place... the third place, the second place...
Bai Taotao looked pale: "Brother Bai, let the bamboo stop for a moment. Let's... poof..."
Halfway through the words, a mouthful of hot blood spurted out. The green bamboo on the stone tablet directly crushed Bai Taotao's poems. Then there was no poem in the entire No. 16 stone tablet, only one green bamboo standing upright!
Chen Luo looked apologetic and told Bai Taotao with his innocent expression: I really don't know.
It's all the bamboo's fault and has nothing to do with me!
"This poem is too arrogant and refuses to be placed on the same monument as other poems!" An elderly sheep demon ran out from the resting place, his eyes widened, "A poem on a single tablet, this is a poem on a single tablet! "
"The last poem on a single stele..." the sheep demon recalled, "was written by the current human Zhennan King when he first came to the Southern Wilderness!"
"I traveled to the North Sea with the wind for a few days and returned to the head of the Yangtze River. My heart is like a magnetic needle, and I will not rest until I point to the direction!"
"Who is it? Who wrote the poem on the single tablet! Is it the human Chen Luo here?"
At this moment, a ray of light fell, covering the No. 16 stele and Chen Luo, and at the same time a voice sounded: "No. 16, seal the stele! The selected candidate, Bai Mo!"
As soon as the voice fell, Chen Luo disappeared instantly...
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