The queen at the start has a hundred days left to live

Chapter 53 Nine statues of saints appear, the Confucianism bullies the sky and is defeated

The Great Confucian of Hengguo was originally at the peak of his origin. He was extremely talented and protected by awe-inspiring aura. He was still half a step away from being a quasi-emperor and one step away from becoming a literary emperor.

But now...

A song called "Little Rain in Early Spring" destroyed all his poems and turned them into ashes!

The realm has also dropped by one level!
Hengguo's great scholar looked sluggish. During this trip to Yanguo, he not only failed to become a quasi-emperor, but also lost a lot of his own cultivation.

Why did he compete with Jun Immortal in poetry!
The son of luck, a great writer, how can such an existence be easily touched?

"I heard that Li Cheng, a great Confucian of the Qian Kingdom, has described the spring scenery to its peak. He once aroused the visions of heaven and earth, and his talents became clouds. There are four flowers in total."

Jun Immortal looked towards Qian Guo, and said with a smile: "I'm stupid and incompetent, dare to compete with the Great Confucian for a poem, can the Great Confucian dare to accept it?"

Li Cheng's pupils shrank, and he was shouting in his heart: You look for him, you look for him, don't look for me, I don't want to provoke you!
"I'm not feeling well today, and I'm going back to the station to rest, so it's not surprising." Li Cheng smiled embarrassedly.

"No..."

Jun Immortal changed the subject, his eyes were sharp, and he shouted: "I have to take it too!"

With a stamp of his foot, a surge of majestic energy swept into the sky and suddenly enveloped Li Cheng.

"Wang!"

King Ha rushed over in an instant, opened his mouth wide and bit down on Li Cheng's right hand.

Li Cheng's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately withdrew his hands back, but the poem on the paper floated into the air.

Li Cheng's heart trembled, his face turned pale, and his poems stood in the void, which meant that he had accepted the competition!

When he was about to refuse to take it back, Jijiu said calmly: "Li Daru, Yanguo's poetry and poetry are in a sluggish mood. I hope you can give me some advice."

"Spring dawn."

"I don't feel dawn when I sleep in spring, I hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers fall."

When reading this poem, Jun Bubu finished it in one breath.

It's so familiar, I could sing it in the first grade of elementary school, and all kinds of magical changes...

Shuai Jun blushed, and reached out to hug the big fat cat Tachibana, to hide his embarrassment.

After Li Cheng listened, his eyes suddenly widened, and ecstasy flooded his face.

This poem is so ordinary!
There is no gorgeous rhetoric or unique artistic techniques. How can a short four-line poem beat him?
"Hahaha!"

After experiencing ups and downs, Li Cheng couldn't help laughing, "I still thought you could create some shocking poems, is this all you have? Hahaha..."

Meng Chen held a gold pen in his hand, and his brows frowned slightly after the inscription fell.

But after reading it repeatedly, Meng Chen felt that there was something special in the poem.

"This poem does not lie in various techniques, but in charm."

Meng Chen's brows widened and he smiled lightly and said: "As simple and natural as flowing clouds and flowing water, yet profound and unique, it is a unique and wonderful place. This short four-line poem seems to contain an endless treasure of art!"

"That's right!"

Zou Wei didn't hate this shameless old thief anymore, and said sternly: "Natural without rhyme, it will be superficial; if there are no ups and downs, it will lose its straightness. This poem has beautiful charm, and the writing is also ups and downs. The taste is mellow and eternal, and there is a kind of hidden twists and turns that can't be exhausted or explained clearly, which makes people guess."

Hearing this, Li Cheng's expression changed drastically.

Meng Chen was also a great Confucian, and his cultivation was profound and unpredictable.

Zou Wei is the first assistant of the Yan Kingdom. He is good at both civil and military affairs and has a restrained edge.

These two people are both highly respected!

After tasting it carefully, Li Cheng's heart trembled wildly, it is indeed so!

However, this is about the victory of the competition, Li Cheng denied: "This poem is too simple, and there is no art, it is really ordinary!"

He still wanted to say something inferior, but he restrained himself a little when he thought that this was the territory of Yan Kingdom.

Meng Chen and Zou Wei laughed lightly and ignored Li Cheng.

When a great scholar cannot face his heart and tell the truth, he is no longer a great scholar, but a great liar and a bitch.

It's insulting to be polite to talk to him.

Jijiu's face is like a spring breeze, very comfortable, with Jun Immortal here, any poems are at your fingertips, so happy, so happy!

In the Imperial College, many literati and students showed hearty smiles. They were bullied by the two countries just now, and now they finally returned.

"From the road to simplicity!"

Jun Immortal's tone was flat, and his voice seemed to be filled with a sense of immortality and profoundness.

"Boom!"

Earth shakes!

A surging and thick talent erupted from Jun Immortal's body, penetrated the palace, went straight to the ninth heaven, and swayed in all directions!
At this moment, Jun Immortal is like a saint coming to earth, holy and flawless, with statues of saints emerging behind him.

If you count carefully, there are nine of them!

"Nine, nine statues of saints?"

Li Cheng's face was dull, and his eyes became terrified, watching his poem gradually being burned.

When he wanted to say "no", his throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Blood, black in color.

Si Ye said calmly: "When a great scholar lies, he is deceiving the sky. You dare to deceive even the sky. You have a really dark heart."

It's comfortable!

After sweeping away the haze, the mood is clear.

Li Cheng's hair was disheveled, his black hair danced wildly, his eyes were filled with blood red, and his throat continued to growl like a beast.

Qi Tian, ​​that also means that his achievements can only go so far!

In the future, he will no longer be diligent, and will be nailed to the pillar of shame for the rest of his life.

For a highly respected and shameless scholar, this is undoubtedly more important than life.

Zou Wei narrowed his eyes. If Li Cheng dared to attack Jun Wuwu, he would kill him immediately!

"Don't think of this as Qian Guo." Zou Wei said indifferently, kindly reminding him.

Meng Chen shook his head gently and said nothing. A generation of great scholars who had reached this point could be regarded as a complete failure.

Li Cheng is not a threat to Jun Immortal.

……

Jun Immortal closed his eyes, feeling the mysterious aura between heaven and earth.

It's as if it's so close that you can't grasp it when you reach out.

This breath is like a breath of faith...

Mysterious.

Jun Immortal can only close his eyes and meditate, and comprehend carefully.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, Li Cheng's eyes widened and shot out like wild beasts. The nails on his fingers became slender and as sharp as knives!

Zou Wei snorted coldly.

When he was about to kill Li Cheng, Meng Chen shrank his pupils and put his hand on Zou Wei's shoulder.

"What?" Zou Wei was unhappy.

Jun Immortal obviously entered a certain state of comprehension. If he is disturbed at this time, he will definitely be affected.

Ordinary people are fine, but Jun Immortal is the son of luck, a great writer, who gathers talents to break through the realm, opens the holy vein to break through the realm, and now it is very likely that he will break through the realm and be promoted, how can he let Li Cheng interfere?
"Look carefully." Meng Chen looked serious.

Li Cheng looked like he was being controlled by someone. He didn't have any scholarly demeanor at all. His face was ferocious and twisted, and his eyes were no longer transparent, but were filled with a bloody murderous aura, turning them into beasts.

"Blood Puppet Art!"

Zou Wei was shocked. Who could control the Confucian at the peak of his origin into a puppet?
Quasi-emperor?

Or Emperor Zun?

Zou Wei remembered what Jun Immortal had said to him when he was outside just now...

The Supreme Alliance has established a plan in Yan Country and will never leave easily...

That also proves that the man behind Li Cheng's control is a quasi-emperor, or a supreme being!

"call out!"

Jun Wuwu suddenly opened his eyes, golden light shone in the world, and purple light shone!

Two rays of the most divine and most holy rays of light penetrated directly into the sky, mighty and mighty, as if breaking through the chaos!
After a moment, the golden light and purple light disappeared.

An inexplicable color appeared on Jun Wuwu, like black, then white, and in the end it looked like gray.

Like black, like white, like gray...

Ambiguous.

Jun Immortal's eyes also revealed an air of terror, and his right hand came down lightly.

silent!

But Li Cheng, who looked like a wild beast, was swallowed up by the airflow on the spot and turned into nothingness.

After a long time, Meng Chen said: "Colorless, chaotic."

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(End of this chapter)