I am the only fairy in the world

Chapter 98 97. [Wenjian] [Marriage Jade Pendant] and [Hao Ran Zhengqi Ruler]

[Wenjian · lv1]

[Durability: 120]

【Function: Decompose 'Fresh Poems and Articles' and extract 'Wenqi'. 】

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"Good baby! With it, you can collect 'Wen Qi' at this 'Poetry Club' and complete those two recipes..."

Sumu took out the 'Homeland Fruit' and [Qingye Yulu], but they were not doing good deeds.

It's all: In order to attract people in the field, actively participate and contribute poems and articles, so as to collect "literary spirit" and synthesize equipment.

Otherwise, how could he be so generous with his temperament of "not getting up early without benefit"?
And the result?

It was exactly as Su Mu expected.

……

this moment.

The whole audience, those who participated in this poetry meeting, were shocked beyond words when they saw Su Mu's addition of the 'colorful head' and the [Wen Jian] created by using the 'immortal method'.

After a moment of silence, everyone's eyes turned red, causing a huge uproar.

"Am I not mistaken? Is that the rumored 'spiritual fruit' and [Qingye Yulu]?"

Those who are knowledgeable, please popularize science for others around you: "I heard that the two treasures of Su Zhenren, the 'spiritual fruit' can strengthen the body and prolong life; , as long as you breathe, you can bring the dead back to life!"

"hiss!"

The people nearby gasped when they heard this: "Shen Zhenren Su has such a great handwriting! Such a treasure, he is willing to give it away..."

"Glass cups, 'spiritual fruit', and [Qiongye Yulu], this year's poetry festival is the best in history!"

"Who says it's not? I'm coveting and yearning for any of these things."

"What I am more concerned about is the big cauldron that was created out of thin air. I don't know what is so magical about it?"

"According to Su Zhenren's words, that Fang Dading seems to be able to identify poems and articles... but I don't know how to identify them?"

"Anyway, it's a good thing!"

Someone's eyes lit up: "If people judge, no matter how much the referee is highly respected, they will inevitably have selfishness; but if it is something from the fairy family, it will be very different."

"Indeed. This fairy family has ruled that no one can cheat for personal gain. It is the most fair. I can rest assured that I wait for the poor students."

"God-sent opportunity! Even if I rack my brains, I still want to write a good poem. If I give it a try, maybe I will win the top spot?"

"That's right. With such an opportunity, how can you be willing if you don't work hard?"

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Many people have already started to frown and contemplate, conceiving poems and articles.

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"Hey, this white tofu will always make some strange things!"

Du Fangge looked at the big round cauldron with three legs and two ears, took a sip of wine, smiled and shook his head.

As for the 'spiritual fruit' and [Qingye Yulu]?
He is really not hungry.

In the past two days, Du Fangge didn't know how much of the 'spiritual fruit' that outsiders could only dream of. Even Su Mu gave him a small bottle of [Qiongye Yulu] just in case he was a tool.

And Han Shi, this capable subordinate, was treated better than Du Fangge, so he was naturally calmer at this time.

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"That kid is really... a prodigal!"

King Ning looked at the 'spiritual fruit' and [Qingjiang Yulu] that Su Mu took out, and shook his head greatly: "I don't know how to use such a treasure carefully, so I took it out easily and used it in this kind of place..."

In his tone, apart from regret, there was a bit of "hate him for not fighting" - this is because he regards Su Mu as a "reserve son-in-law", and he has such a position because he is half of his own.

"Daddy!"

Li Mingyue refused, and spoke for Su Mu: "Yesterday, didn't Su Lang take out these to honor you?"

"Honour?"

King Ning snorted: "That's the money for selling the 'round leaf tree'!"

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At the table in Yangzhi County, there was an eerie silence.

Before, they were excluded by Yang Shenxing's words, they quit the 'Poetry Club' by default, and did not compete with the younger generation.

but.

Nowadays, it is no longer a matter of glass cups. There are also "spiritual fruit" and [Qingye Yulu]. Such rare treasures that can save lives, do you just let them go?
In other words: Yang Shenxing's face can make them give up the glass cup, but it is not enough to give up the 'spiritual fruit' and [Qingjiang Yulu].

In the silence, the eyes of these people met each other and kept winking, but the strange thing was that no one was the first to stand out.

the reason is simple.

These old fritters all understand a truth: the law does not blame the public, however, the first person to show up, the hatred is the greatest.

"Cough cough!"

In the end, it was Zhao Shanzhang of the 'Qianqiu Academy' who took the lead in venting his hatred: "My father is old and frail, and needs to be taken care of by rare treasures."

"If it's a colored glass cup, that's fine, but for my father, I can't give up on the 'spiritual fruit' and [Qingyeyulu]."

He said this very skillfully, implying that he was not trying to be shameless and bullying the small with the big, but for the sake of 'filial piety'.

In this era, the words 'loyalty' and 'filial piety' are greater than the sky.

With the cover of 'filial piety', other people not only cannot criticize, but also praise Zhao Shanchang for his morality-in this way, they can participate in the 'Poetry Club' again without damaging their reputation.

of course.

Although this kind of trick is brilliant, it can't be fooled by a group of veterans in the officialdom. They secretly scolded 'Zhao Shanzhang' for being shameless, and praised him on the face.

"Zhao Shanchang has a fistful heart, which is admirable!"

"Yes, for the sake of filial piety, you are willing to bear the stigma..."

"As expected of a Confucian!"

……

This group of people speaks loudly and positively affirmed Zhao Shanzhang's behavior.

Immediately.

Just learn from others.

"My mother is seriously ill..."

"The dog has a physical weakness..."

"My wife was hurt when she gave birth..."

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Others also jumped out, apologized to Yangzhi County, and expressed that they would participate in the 'Poetry Club' and compete for it.

D.

Although Yang Shenxing was angry in his heart, he had no choice but to push the boat along, saying that it was all right, and he would end up too.

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"That Master Su added a lottery?"

Yang Zhao's eyes flashed: "It just so happens that they are all mine. After taking the leader, I want to see if the 'spiritual fruit' and [Qingye Yulu] are really as magical as in the legends?"

now.

He is full of self-confidence - he didn't know that the group of seniors didn't talk about martial arts, they turned back on their promises, and they were already going to end the game with him on the same stage.

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Mother Huang was overjoyed when she saw that Su Mu had added a lottery.

This poetry meeting was originally intended to promote 'Yaoguang Pavilion', so naturally the bigger the scene and the higher the topic level, the better the effect.

even.

In this poetry meeting, if there is a famous poem handed down like "Song of Beauty", that would be the best.

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At this time.

Su Mu opened his mouth and added: "I would like to remind everyone. This thing is called [Wen Jian], and it can only identify 'fresh poems and articles' that have not been published and written within a day. Of course, it is best to write on the spot."

"If it's an old text, don't take it out!"

This is also the limitation of [Wen Jian].

——According to the homeland, the latest poetry articles can only be extracted if the 'literary spirit' has not dissipated; and if the 'literary spirit' will dissipate after a long time, it will be useless.

Otherwise, he only needs to find some famous articles in this world and extract the 'literary spirit' from them, why is it so troublesome?
"The famous articles on the earth have never appeared in this world. In theory, they can be regarded as "fresh poetry articles".

Su Mu thought to himself.

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There was an uproar when the people present heard the words.

"Do I need a new one? It's over. The poems I prepared half a month in advance are useless."

Someone sighed.

"Me too!"

"Fortunately, I'm not ready..."

"I just did it last night. Calculate the time, and it's less than a day. It can be used..." Someone exclaimed in surprise.

"To a certain extent, this is not necessarily a bad thing. It is useless to prepare early, and it is more fair to prepare in one day to reduce points and to act on the spot."

"Yes! This kind of competition on the same stage, everyone depends on their own abilities, who are you afraid of? Who are you afraid of?"

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A table in Yangzhi County.

These officials and nobles are all old fritters, and they have basically passed the imperial examination. They are really not afraid of this, aren't they just playing on the spot?

"Master Kou, I have heard that you are talented, and it is just the right time, so let me congratulate you first."

"Where is where? It also depends on Yangzhi County and Zhao Shanzhang..."

"My essays are not bad, but I'm not good at poetry. I still have to look at Mr. Zhao."

"Hey, I'm old, and I can't think faster than you."

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This group of old fried dough sticks complimented each other on the surface, but they were already thinking about it in their hearts.

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"It's useless to prepare in advance? Forget it, let's write poetry on the spot. Among my peers, who is better than me?"

Yang Zhao looked around at the second generation present, feeling full of energy, full of self-confidence, and in a happy mood, spiritual thoughts gushed like springs.

Until now, he didn't know that those old men who were not ashamed would also participate in the competition—Yang Shenxing knew his son well, and knew that telling him would affect his mentality, so he deliberately didn't tell anyone.

However, just as Yang Shenxing expected, for Yang Zhao, it was a good thing for Yang Zhao not to know.

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The discussion gradually died down.

Madam Huang said, "If you have no objections, then we will follow what Su Zhenren said, so it will be decided. As in previous years, the time for a stick of incense is the limit..."

talking.

She waved her handkerchief, turned her head and smiled and said, "Girls, are you still coming out?"

The voice just fell.

Beautifully dressed women came out from the backstage, shuttled through the crowd like beautiful butterflies, handing out paper and pens.

These are all the girls in the Yaoguang Pavilion who will not leave the pavilion this year. If it is in the past, the many beauties can be regarded as a highlight.

But this year's "Poetry Fair", no one has this idea.

They are all attracted by rewards, and they are racing against time to write poems, so how can they have charming thoughts?

After all, people are blindly confident. When the rules are determined to be fair, who doesn't have any expectations and thinks that he is the lucky one?

- It's like buying a lottery ticket.

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All the participants were holding pens, or frowning, or contemplating; or shaking their heads in distress; or writing hard...

In fact, many of those who came to participate in the "Poetry Club" prepared in advance, and all of them met the requirements of "within a day".

But because Su Mu added a lottery, they were either not confident, or wanted to give it a go, and like everyone else, they began to rack their brains and recompose poems.

Immediately.

The audience was angry and tense.

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In this way, the girls in the 'Yaoguang Pavilion' are sitting on wax.

At this time, they actually have a 'mission': to choose the nobles they like, express their feelings, and 'seduce' these people to redeem themselves.

This is: 'Participants', 'Yaoguang Pavilion', girls, a win-win situation.

however.

The atmosphere of this poetry meeting was mobilized by Su Mu, each of them was thinking hard, keeping their eyes on each other, like a piece of wood, how could they act?

The girls in the 'Yaoguang Pavilion' had no choice but to turn their guns, and looked at Su Mu one after another, whether they were resentful, angry, or discharged.

Face these 'seduces'.

Su Mu hugged Luo Mi, but his heart was as calm as water.

after all.

The group of girls in the 'Yaoguang Pavilion', among them the most outstanding ones, sisters Luo Mi, Gu Pan, Xia Yu and Xia He, have all been caught by him long ago.

For the rest, the top score is 90 points, so there is really nothing to watch.

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Soon, a stick of incense time passed.

"stop!"

Mama Huang struck the gong.

Everyone started writing—thanks to the fact that they are all poems, and the length is relatively short. No matter whether it is good or bad, it takes enough time for a stick of incense.

At this moment, everyone in the field showed the appearance of all beings: some were proud, some were annoyed, some clenched their fists fiercely, or shook their heads helplessly...

Su Mu looked at it and laughed a little, as if he saw the expressions of all the candidates on the earth after a big exam.

"Who will come first?"

He looked around the audience and asked in a clear voice.

"I come!"

A young man with the appearance of a scholar stood up confidently and handed over the poems he had written.

Others looked over one after another, wanting to see how the so-called [Wen Jian] could be identified.

Su Mu took the paper, without looking at it, and flicked it to [Wen Jian].

click!
The paper was broken inch by inch, and the words on it turned into white lights and shadows, floating in the sky above [Wen Jian].

is:

'Lazy bath, fresh and cool, go to bed early.Snow dimple wine red smile.Lean on the building and start to make the embroidery needles smaller.The moon is cold and shimmering in dreams...'

The handwriting of such white light and shadow froze in mid-air for a few seconds, then suddenly shattered and turned into a clear light, rushing straight to the height of four feet.

At this moment, Su Mu saw a slender, light-white mist appearing at the bottom of [Wenjian], and thought to himself, "It must be 'Wenqi'!"

He thought excitedly: "When I harvest the 'Wen Qi', 'Marriage Jade Pendant' and 'Awe-inspiring Virtue Ruler' from the entire audience, they will probably be able to be synthesized!"

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When the others saw this scene, there was an uproar.

"This [Wenjian] is so miraculous, it is worthy of being a fairy!"

"A good song is considered a good work!"

"Otherwise, how dare people stand up first?"

"Oh, I might as well!"

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clap clap!

Su Mu clapped his hands and calmed down these people: "Who is next, who will come next?"

"I!"

A middle-aged man stood up.

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It's coming soon.

They lined up one by one, and put the poems they wrote into [Wen Jian].

Most of them are no more than one or two feet tall, and some are three or four feet tall. Every time a four-footer comes out, cheers erupt in the field.

until--

Put Yang Zhao's poems into it.

The paper is broken, and light and shadow appear:
Biepu is dark today, and Luo Wei is worried at midnight.The magpie resigned to thread the moon, and the flowers entered the exposed clothing building.There is a golden mirror in the sky, and a jade hook in the world...'

When the light and shadow words dissipated, the clear light was shining brightly, and it rushed to a height of six feet in one fell swoop!

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(End of this chapter)