This world is a bit devilish

Chapter 148 Victory

The entire square was deadly quiet, and everyone was dumbfounded as they stared at the Shui Tiao Ge Tou whose characters couldn't bear to look directly at it.

There is no need to judge this poem, it has already blinded everyone.

The scholars who were sneering at Ye Senluo just now had burning faces, and none of them dared to look into Ye Senluo's eyes.

Ouyang Li's face was even more withered, with blood remaining at the corner of his mouth.

As for Liang Ming and Qi Feng, their faces turned blue and white.

Although Mu Qing couldn't understand the poems, she could tell what Ye Senluo's poems were like by looking at the expressions of the scholars below. She immediately puffed up her chest arrogantly. Mu Qing is a very principled person. Report revenge on the spot.

So, he looked at the scholars around and sneered, "Tsk tsk, aren't your seniors in the literary world not good enough? Look at my master, as soon as he comes up, he will kill them all!"

The scholars didn't fry the pot this time, after all, this poem is really good.

But at this moment, a scholar sneered and said, "It must have been copied. This word is so badly written, I don't believe that such a word can be made!"

However, there are relatively few scholars who agree with him. After all, once this kind of word is born, it will definitely be famous all over the world. How could it be copied?
Mu Qing tsk-tsk said: "If you have the ability, you can also copy a song?"

The scholar snorted coldly and stopped talking.

"Look, what kind of attitude is this!" Mu Qing said, "Young people nowadays are too impetuous!"

In the arena, Ouyang Li had already calmed down. He took a deep look at Ye Senluo, and then said: "I am indeed not as good as you in Mid-Autumn Ci, but there are three rounds in Wendou, and it is not certain who will win!"

Ye Senluo smiled lightly, "I'm sure I'll win!"

At this time, there were not many people mocking Ye Senluo anymore. The lyrics of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" were like depth charges, and their power was too terrifying.

Bai Xuan said with a smile: "I didn't expect little friend Ye Senluo to hide everything, this Wendou is really interesting!"

As he said that, he took out another bamboo stick, on which was written, A Poem of Husband and Wife Missing.

"This topic is a bit difficult, and you can only write poems, not lyrics. Ye Senluo is probably good at lyrics, but not poems. After all, how old is he? How can he be able to write both poems and lyrics!" said a scholar.

"This round, Mr. Ouyang will definitely win!"

The scholars talked a lot, but Ye Senluo was already at the same height as Ouyang Li in words.

Ouyang Li naturally heard the following discussion, his face was livid for a while, he took a deep breath, and said to Ye Senluo: "Please first!"

This time, Ouyang Li wanted to write poems against Ye Senluo's poems. With his own strength, if he wrote poems against Ye Senluo, he would definitely defeat Ye Senluo, unless Ye Senluo could write poems of the same height just now!

But, is it possible?

Ye Senluo naturally understood Ouyang Li's intentions, but he didn't point it out. There was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly picked up his pen and started writing.

In less than 30 seconds, Ye Senluo had already finished writing.

Everyone looked over, only to see four-line poems appearing on the white paper.

With dry eyes looking at the distant mountains and across the water, how many thoughts have you seen before and after?

Hu Kong is afraid of drinking a glass of wine, it is difficult to write a poem.

It took a long time for the people of Tuluyang to leave, but the message was sent back late without a goose.

The lonely night watch is long and lonely, and the husband recalls his wife and his father.

"Huh? This is a poem about missing my wife. It's a pretext, but... I don't think it's very good!" said a scholar.

"Obviously, Ye Senluo is not good at composing poetry!" Someone said.

"If you want to talk about both poetry and poetry, you still have to look at Mr. Ouyang."

After Ye Senluo's poem came out, Qi Feng and Liang Ming laughed, and they were confident to write better poems.

It's not just them, Ouyang Li also smiled, he looked at Ye Senluo, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, thinking that you really have both poetry and poetry, but looking at it now, you are only good at poetry!
But can words compare with poetry?
Words are nothing more than poetry.

Ouyang Li glanced at Ye Senluo's poem again, and was about to write a poem, but when he just started writing, his whole body was shocked suddenly, and then he stared at Ye Senluo's poem firmly.

His face turned pale instantly!

Ouyang Li's strange look has obviously attracted the attention of the scholars below, and they are all puzzled at the moment.

"What's wrong with Mr. Ouyang? Why don't you write?"

"Mr. Ouyang has been staring at Ye Senluo's poem. Is there something wrong with that poem?"

Liang Ming and Qi Feng, who were still struggling to write, were taken aback by Ouyang Li's actions, and stopped writing to observe Ye Senluo's poems carefully.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, the two of them were shocked when they saw it.

The performance of the three of them puzzled everyone, until Ouyang Li let out a long sigh and suddenly walked off the ring with a lonely expression on his face!

Then Qi Feng and Liang Ming took a complicated look at Ye Senluo, and also chose to leave!

"What... what's wrong? Why did Mr. Ouyang abstain from voting?"

"Qi Feng and Liang Ming also abstained! What's going on!"

On the ring, Bai Xuan watched Ye Senluo's poem and studied it for a long time, then suddenly said: "This poem...you try to read it backwards."

A scholar subconsciously read the poem upside down: "

The child remembers his father, his wife and his husband, and the lonely long vigil is lonely.

There is no news from the late post to the geese.

Poetry rhyme and success are difficult to write, and the glass is afraid of emptying the pot.

The close friends have seen each other once, and the eyes are dry looking at the water and mountains!
This is...Sifu poetry?
In other words, this poem is read forward as thinking of his wife, and backwards as thinking of his husband!

This is simply uncanny workmanship!

This time, all the scholars were shocked, and when they looked at Ye Senluo again, their eyes were hot!

"Little friend's intelligence... is amazing!" Bai Xuan commented, "You are the master of poetry!"

"I don't dare to be that." Ye Senluo humbled a bit, and then left.

"Fuck, boss, awesome!" The illiterate Mu Qing didn't know what happened, and immediately hugged Ye Senluo and shouted to the surroundings, "My master, this is my master!"

Mu Ying looked at Ye Senluo who was trying to turn the tide, and a strange emotion spread in her heart.

She always worships heroes, but now Ye Senluo is undoubtedly a great hero!

The atmosphere at the scene was very warm, every scholar looked at Ye Senluo with fiery expressions!
It was so wonderful!
And all of this has been broadcast live through the strange spirit stone on the ring, so Ye Senluo not only caused a shock in Luoxian Valley at this moment, it can be said that after this day, when it comes to poetry in the whole continent, Ye Senluo is Can not be bypassed!
"Boy, you can!" Mu Xiong gave Ye Senluo a thumbs up.

Ye Senluo smiled and said, "You work hard too."

Mu Xiong let out a breath of foul air slowly, then got up and stepped onto the ring.

After Wendou, there is Wudou!
In the past 50 years, Chu State has never won a martial arts competition. This year is the first time for Mu Xiong to participate in the Three Kingdoms Competition. He must wash away the shame for Chu State!

Fighting is also a lottery, one person has a bye, and the other two start fighting directly!
Mu Xiong didn't have a bye, and in the first round, he faced a strong player from Qi, who was also at the peak of level 59 and had a spiritual physique.

Ye Senluo knew the result at a glance. In fact, there was not much difference between the two in terms of supernatural powers and skills, so what they looked at was their combat experience, and it was obvious that Mu Xiong had more combat experience.

After half an hour, Mu Xiong won!
On the second day, Mu Xiong continued to fight with the bye player and defeated his opponent again!
At this moment, the state of Chu is boiling!

"Among the Three Kingdoms, although the national strength is similar, in fact Chu is still the weakest. I didn't expect that this time the martial arts competition will be a complete victory!"

"In ten years, Chu will have the most resources!"

After the contest is over, all countries are ready to return to construction!

After Bai Xuan, the owner of Luoxian Valley, finished arranging the relevant matters, he returned to his room and prepared to rest.

Suddenly, the door was slowly pushed open, and a haggard old man walked in.

"Uncle Ming, why did you come out?" When Bai Xuan saw the old man, he was taken aback for a moment. No wonder Bai Xuan was so surprised, because Bai Ming is the keeper of the tomb, and logically as a keeper of the tomb, he couldn't come out. Even if Luoxian Valley is about to be destroyed, they must stay in the tomb!

The old man didn't answer Bai Xuan's question, he just asked indifferently: "How much do you know about that young scholar named Ye Senluo?"

Bai Xuan frowned, not understanding what the old man in front of him meant, but he still replied: "I don't know much about it, but he doesn't have spiritual fluctuations in his body, so he should be just an ordinary scholar, but this poem is amazing!"

The old man said calmly: "Is it just a poetic talent? But the Qi Luck that has been extinct for 1 years in the Great Yuan Kingdom has been revived because of him!"

"What?!" Bai Xuan's expression shook.

The old man asked: "Don't you think that he is a bit like the statue of Taniguchi?"

Bai Xuan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He frowned and said, "But...he's just a scholar, and he doesn't have any cultivation!"

"Even though he doesn't have any cultivation, according to his luck, he is very likely to be the one we are waiting for!"

Bai Xuan was a little irritable and said, "So what?"

The old man took a deep look at Bai Xuan, and said: "If he is real, then...according to the ancestral precepts, we will embrace him as emperor and rebuild the Great Yuan!"

Bai Xuan was a little excited and said: "Why do we want to embrace him as emperor? Why can our Bai family only be servants? Ancestral training? It's ridiculous! Our Bai family has guarded the spirit of Mu Yuan for generations. Hundreds of peak quasi-immortals were born in the Bai family, but none of them went out to fight for the hegemony of the mainland because of the ancestor's instruction, and none of them competed for the origin of the immortal way. Now, there are only two quasi-immortals left in Luoxian Valley! I am unwilling!"

Bai Ming said indifferently: "It's useless to be unwilling, this is the ancestor's instruction!"

Bai Xuan gritted his teeth with red eyes: "Then I will break this ancestral precept, why should we be slaves to others!"

The old man suddenly asked: "Do you want to build a country by yourself, become an emperor by yourself, or even seize the origin of the immortal way that is about to appear, and become an immortal?"

"Uncle Ming, it doesn't matter who is called the emperor, but that person must be from our Bai family!" At this moment, Bai Xuan did not hide his ambition at all, he said, "I will not be like my ancestors, I will fight for immortality Yuanyuan, I want to become a fairy, and then before entering the fairy world, I will unify the mainland. I am not afraid of the cause and effect caused by meddling in the human world after becoming a fairy. My Bai family must be the master of the world! Since you said that Ye Senluo may be that person , then I will kill him!"

The old man left the room calmly without saying a word.

But when he walked out of the room, he said: "If you dare to touch him, then I will kill you! The Bai family only needs to be that person's slave!"

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Thank you Xinghe for your reward.

(End of this chapter)