"Isn't the Demon King back yet?"
"No, he said..."
"what did he say?"
"He said he wanted to see the prosperity of China again."
All the great demons were silent, and Kunpeng did not continue to ask. He just stood silently in front of the Gate of Creation, waiting for the last moment to come.
On the other side, Jiang Wenming was watching the poetry conference in Chaoge City with Aphrodite.
As the birthplace of Chinese culture that has been passed down for thousands of years, countless literati in every dynasty have left famous works here.
This poetry conference is also a traditional culture that has been handed down. The host randomly selects topics and allows participants to compose poems and lyrics temporarily.
If you are more confident in your calligraphy, you can also write it on the spot and let people present evaluate it together.
Jiang Wenming came here not to participate, but to be watched by Aphrodite.
But during the registration process, Aphrodite tricked him and pushed him forward.
Fortunately, he had changed his appearance before and no one recognized him.
There were a dozen people participating in this event, and Jiang Wenming was one of them.
"Since no one is participating, I will start to draw questions. Let me see what the theme of this poem is."
The host reached into the box and pulled out a piece of paper.
The word 'wine' is clearly written on it.
"I announce that the theme of this poetry conference is wine. All contestants have ten minutes to think. Please show your answers after ten minutes.
If other viewers also want to participate, they can get pen and paper below to write it down.
Later, staff will select outstanding works and enjoy them with everyone. "
This kind of arty thing has always been the favorite of literati. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that literature is not the first and military is not the second.
So no matter what poems you write, it's normal. After all, personal perceptions are different.
After hearing what the host said, many people started to take action, picked up paper and pen and began to think hard.
Soon someone raised their hand to indicate that they had finished writing.
"You should indulge in drinking while singing in the daytime. Youth is a companion so you can return home.
That is to say, it passes through Wu Gorge from Ba Gorge and then goes down to Xiangyang towards Luoyang. "
"good!"
As soon as this poem came out, it immediately aroused applause from the whole house.
Just like a wanderer who can't wait to return home, a poem expresses the author's freedom and joy.
With the good start ahead, the other contestants were also aroused to win.
A poem was displayed, some of which used wine to drown sorrows, such as: Who lend me a pot of wine, so that I will be drunk next autumn. There are so many shocking moons in the world, a bit cool and a bit sad.
There are also those who complain about life, such as: a pack of cigarettes, two bottles of wine, three or four friends, drinking at five or six o'clock, seventy percent drunk and eighty percent sad, and being taken away by the wife at nine o'clock.
Although it caused laughter, it was wildly recognized by countless married men.
Soon it was Jiang Wenming's turn.
I saw him writing two poems on the paper with a brush: I borrowed a glass of wine on the Naihe Bridge, half sprinkled on the bridge and half in my throat.
"Sir, why do you only have these two lines in your poem? Can you also write the rest?"
Seeing that he hadn't finished writing yet, the host kindly reminded him.
Just as Jiang Wenming was about to continue writing, he heard the twelve o'clock bell ringing and smiled apologetically at the host.
"Sorry, I have to go. If I have a chance, I'll make up for it next time."
He nodded apologetically to everyone, then stepped out and disappeared.
"I'll go, could this person just now be a god?"
"Whether he is a god or not, he must be a big boss. This speed is gone in a blink of an eye."
"There's no boss to complete the second half for him. If it's incomplete, I probably won't be able to sleep well tonight."
"..."
In front of the Gate of Creation, just when a group of great demons were about to enter the Gate of Creation, Jiang Wenming finally rushed over at the last moment.
Kunpeng glanced at him, didn't say anything, and just nodded to him.
"Let's go!"
Jiang Wenming walked in the front, pressing his hands on the door of creation and pushing hard. He pushed the simple and heavy stone door open to reveal the scene inside.
The endless starry sky forms a whirlpool, which looks mysterious and solemn.
The monsters filed in and disappeared into streams of light.
Jiang Wenming was about to turn around, but Kun Peng held him down.
"Don't look back!"
"We'll say goodbye today. I don't know if there will be a chance to come back."
Jiang Wenming smiled bitterly and stepped into the vortex of the Gate of Creation.
After he left, Kunpeng looked back and glanced at the world below.
"Next time I come back, all this will change, I guarantee it in the name of the demon clan!"
After saying that, he stepped into the door of creation.
The lights below became extremely dazzling and eye-catching, like burning flames.
After stepping into the Gate of Creation, he felt like the world was spinning. When he woke up again, he had appeared on a platform.
Surrounded by endless void, there are steps paved with bluestone at the foot, and at the end of the steps is a majestic gate hundreds of feet high.
Under the guidance of Kunpeng, Jiang Wenming and the demons walked towards the giant door on the steps.
Before approaching the giant stone door, I heard an old voice: "Who is coming, and what is the purpose of coming here!"
"This is the guardian of Tianmen."
Kunpeng lowered his voice and said to Jiang Wenming.
"Strong?"
"At least the saint realm."
"..."
Jiang Wenming was speechless for a moment.
He thought he had to go to the battlefield outside the territory to meet the saint, but he didn't expect to meet one as soon as he went out.
"The new Demon King of the Demon Clan, together with all the demons, wants to go to the battlefield outside the territory."
Since he is a saint, he must maintain the most basic respect, no matter which pantheon the other person belongs to.
This is the rule!
"Monster clan? Where do you want to go?"
That old voice came to mind again.
"Gate Now!"
Kunpeng answered first.
"Yes! Leave your deeds behind and come again!"
"What does it mean to leave behind our deeds?"
Jiang Wenming was a little puzzled, but the old voice did not answer him.
Kunpeng opened his mouth and explained: "When you go to the battlefield outside the territory, you must leave your own memories, so that if you die in the future, no one will remember you.
These memories left behind are your chance to be resurrected after you die in battle. "
Jiang Wenming understood instantly that this was the legendary save point.
Following Kunpeng, we came to a stone wall and saw many scattered symbols carved on it.
So he asked: "What are these symbols?"
"The mark left by the creatures passing through the Tianmen."
"Why are there so many blank spaces? Can I choose whatever I want?"
"That's because the blank area represents a complete battle death, and all traces have been erased. In order to commemorate them, future generations deliberately leave blank areas to know that this creature has been here, even if no one remembers his name and story."
When Jiang Wenming heard this, his body trembled suddenly.
The original casual attitude disappeared, and he solemnly saluted the stone tablet.
"Junior Jiang Wenming, I have met all the seniors."
