world free fairy

Chapter 496

While the three of them were admiring Dong Guo Sihai's poems.

In Room A No. 12, the poems written by Xiao Tong did not condense any brilliance of talent, but the articles he wrote did have brilliance.

In particular, in this article, there is a word that bursts out with thousands of rays of light.

This word is a word for mountain.

Seeing this word, there are too many talents gathered, these talents rise into the air, and these talents turn into the image of a big mountain, like a majestic ancient sacred mountain emerging, pressing across the ages and ages.

The momentum is majestic, and it looks like a ridge and a peak on the side, only three feet and three from the sky!

It seems that this word has magical power. When you write it down with a brush, it is like a mountain descending, crushing all directions, with great power.

And in another examination room, there is also a concentration of talents, a variety of visions, and a myriad of scenes, which is a grand sight!

After this talent soared to the sky, it suddenly dissipated and turned into a vast ocean, flowing recklessly, just like the nine-day Milky Way hanging upside down in the world, surging and dark.

This person comprehends a word of water, combined with talents, it turns into a sky full of water.

There are also some talents who burst out of the examination room and turn into the blue sky, blue and thousands of miles away, high above, overlooking the world with indifference.

Lying high in the nine heavens, the word is true.

Afterwards, the talent condensed and turned into a Tian character full of the true meaning of Confucianism, as if the sky is above, and it will last forever.

"It's unbelievable. The quality of candidates this year is much better than in previous years. It's a competition for the top. It's hard to say who will win the exam this year."

Fu Zun was elated and his face was full of excitement, even if he was the Nine Great Kings, Tian Hua Xuezheng also had a happy face.

Tianhua's students are so awesome.

"Look, you're so talented!"

Fu Zun stared at the sky above the examination room, his face even more joyful.

I saw a talent soaring up into the sky, the aura shining, and turning into a gust of wind, this gust of wind was like a tornado, connecting the sky and the earth, wherever it passed, the clouds scattered, revealing an endless starry sky above the sky. Now, the world is shocked.

Then all the talents condensed into one word, wind!

Realize the true meaning of wind, combine talent and talent, and condense into the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism.

There are mountains, water, sky, and wind...

Some people comprehend the thickness of the mountain characters, the turbulence of the water characters, the vastness of the sky, and the fury of the wind...

The same word has different true meanings.

Behind, there was another person who understood the true meaning of thunder, and saw a thunderbolt in the clear sky, shaking all directions, just like an ancient thunder god beating a war drum.

"That's great. Some people have poetry, and some people comprehend Confucianism, Taoism, secret art, and the mysteries of a mountain of words."

"In this big exam, the stars are shining brightly, and they are proud of the present."

The Confucianism and Taoism secret technique, which is like a mountain of words, is very good. It is a mysterious writing condensed by using the essence of heaven and earth and self-generated Confucianism.

The text is full of the user's own ideas, and if used to the extreme, it can crush a huge mountain out of thin air!
And this time in the big exam, there were actually more than ten people who comprehended this Confucian and Taoist secret technique, which is simply unbelievable. At the same time, there are not more than one hundred students who have comprehended Confucianism and Taoism.

When the Tianhua Mansion was the most numerous, there were no more than ten people in total, but this time, in the mere city of Wei, there were actually more than ten people who had comprehended the mountain-like Confucian and Taoist secret arts, overwhelming all directions, and making the world Jaw-dropping, unimaginable.

"From then on, Weicheng's literary success is unparalleled in the world. Those who can be the first in Weicheng's big exam will have the ability to compete for the top in the world's literary world!"

The Weicheng Mansion Master couldn't restrain his excitement. Such a great performance would definitely be rewarded by the court. As long as there were no accidents, he would definitely be able to make further progress, and promotion and fortune were just around the corner.

Even the Nine Kings and Tianhua Xuezheng couldn't help being shocked by Weicheng's achievement.

The changes in Weicheng are so great that it is unbelievable, it is like a dream.

"The poems of the talented scholar invited to the moon shocked the world. I don't know, what kind of earth-shattering poems he wrote about spring in this big exam?" Fu Zun secretly looked forward to it, very much hoped that he could see Yang Chen's masterpiece as soon as possible .

"Others either write peerless poems that are full of spiritual brilliance, or comprehend Confucianism and Taoism secret arts like a mountain, and all of them have extraordinary talents and learning, which is a momentary talent."

"The talented man Yaoyue has exhausted his talents. Up to now, there has not been any vision in the examination room he is in. I think his poems and articles must be vulgar and difficult to use." Show mercy and taunt Yang Chen, thinking that Yang Chen is now exhausted, unable to continue the classics, and his style is no longer there.

"After all, he is a scholar from a down-and-out family. At the beginning, he could still show off his prestige. After all, he lacked foundation and was unable to continue. Now he is empty and can't write a masterpiece. It makes people sigh. Could it be that the talented man who invited the moon has disappeared from everyone? That's it." The Tianhua Mansion Academy sighed feignedly, as if regretting that Da Zhou had lost such a gifted scholar.

"Master Xuezheng, why should you care about it? As we said, this talented man who invites the moon has no dignity and is proud of his talent. Such a person has talent but no virtue, which is a disaster. Now his talent is exhausted, and his talent is no longer. It is a great thing, there is no need to sigh." The Nine Kings smiled sincerely this time.

Whether it is the Nine Kings of the Mansion God or the Xuezheng who came from the Tianhua Mansion, they all thought that Yang Chen's poems must be earth-shattering, but who knew that there was no sound and no vision.

They judged that Yang Chen's talents were exhausted, and it would be difficult to continue the classics.

When Dongguo Sihai's poem was born with aura, Yang Chen also felt something. Looking over, he saw a burst of talent soaring into the sky, turning into a fist-sized aura in the air. The aura was like a lamp, shining in all directions, full of wisdom.

"That's right, that's right. Unexpectedly, there really is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in Wei City. Not long after the exam started, someone wrote such a classic."

Yang Chen nodded, and looked towards the other examination rooms. Except for Dongguo Sihai, no one has written classic poems handed down from generation to generation. Occasionally, there are people with great talents. Although the poems written contain talent, they are only three feet away from the paper. , shining in the sky, but unable to break out of the room and condense the aura.

"After all, the time is too short. He took the big exam in the year, and everyone studied the classics I wrote, especially after studying "Enlightenment of the Rhythm", they will definitely be able to sing without composing poems."

"At that time, there will be many powerful poems, smiling proudly in Weicheng."

Yang Chen knew that in the examination room, most of the people had already finished writing their poems and began to write the following scriptures and articles. When writing the articles, they had a deep understanding of the words Mo in Confucianism and Taoism. The true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism, combined with Confucianism and law and the essence of heaven and earth, condenses mysterious words.

This writing, written in secret, has infinite power. It is a secret art of Confucianism and Taoism. A single word is like a mountain, and when it is written, it can crush a huge mountain, generate wind and rain, and thunder and lightning traverse the world. All kinds of incredible things are amazing.

"Someone has realized the weight of the mountain. When the word "mountain" comes out, it is like a mountain descending into the world, crushing the void. Warriors in the Ninth Layer Realm will also be crushed into meatloaf, unless they are intensively practicing lightness kung fu, they can escape in advance."

"Someone has realized that the turbulence of water, the undercurrent passing by, can destroy many living beings, suffocate them, drown them, and make them unable to survive in this world."

"There are also people who have comprehended the sky and wind and thunder. They are all extremely talented people. These people were unknown before, but today they are famous all over the world, and everyone knows them."

Comprehending the secret arts of Confucianism and Taoism not only means having a deep understanding of Confucianism and Taoism classics, but also means that from now on, such a scholar will no longer be a scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken, but a scholar who has won the battle. Power.

Those who comprehend the character of the mountain can communicate the essence of the world, communicate with the four directions of the world, the profound meaning contained in the endless mountains and rivers, bless one's body, and make one's body, like a rock, indestructible.

It is even possible to pick up a pen and write, turning it into a sacred mountain, suppressing one party and destroying the opponent.

"There are so many talents and scholars, and I must not fall behind."

Yang Chen made up his mind to find out a peerless classic, to overwhelm the crowd, and let his literary name spread to the world.

At this time, many students in the examination room also wanted to know what kind of essays the talents of Yaoyue could produce.

Many people, wait and see.

"A talented man who invites the moon, his poems invite the bright moon, and is famous all over the world. I really want to know what kind of classics he will write in this big exam?" .

He wants to adjust his energy to the end, and write a peerless article in one go.

"Dongguo Sihai has already written classics handed down from generation to generation, what kind of poems can Yueyue talents come up with?" Xiao Tong's poetry is average, and he can hardly imagine what kind of poems Yang Chen can write to suppress Dongguo Sihai.

"Perhaps, Yaoyue Talent is about to stumble this time?"

Many people are waiting and watching, but Yang Chen is the only one who is not in a hurry. In his heart, there are too many poems about spring, early spring, late spring, and the most brilliant season of spring. Dazzled, making choices, for a while, I didn't decide which one to choose.

The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as crispy, but the grass is far away, but there is nothing.The most important thing in the spring is the absolute victory over the Imperial Capital of Yanliu.

This is a handed down classic written by Han Yu. It is about the light rain in early spring. Yang Chen once wrote it.

The water around the ice ditch gradually makes a sound, and the air melts into the smoke dock to come to light late.The east wind is good for yang and peace, and every grass and every flower will be reported.

This is a famous poem. It is written about the warmth of spring and the charming scenery. It makes people linger and forget to return. They are intoxicated in the suburbs of spring and cannot bear to return to the city.

The grass and trees will return soon after they know spring, and all kinds of red and purple will fight against each other.Yanghua elm pods have no talent for thinking, but only solve the sky and make snowfly.

The poems one after another were constantly playing back in Yang Chen's mind.

Every poem is a peerless poem that can be handed down from generation to generation.

"Have it!"

The light in Yang Chen's eyes flashed, and he finally thought of a poem that he liked very much. It was a poem about early spring, and it was very classic and picturesque.

He picked up the brush in his hand and lightly dipped it in thick ink.

I couldn't help but silently recited the poem that I was about to write. This poem was constantly recited and tossed in Yang Chen's heart. Let it out.

The phantom of a sky-penetrating white jade willow tree appeared behind Yang Chen, his talent boiled, and he felt the world. The moment Yang Chen held the pen, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, and then the wind and rain blew up, covering Yang Chen's examination room.

Seeing the sky above Yang Chen's examination room, the talents were like clouds, the aura was like a rainbow, and there were constant thunderstorms and storms.

He finally picked up the pen and wrote down, every word was startled by thunder, accompanied by wind and rain.

The sky is clear everywhere else, only the sky above Yang Chen's examination room, the wind and rain are blowing, and the vision appears. Even ordinary people can witness it for themselves and are shocked by it.

The pen fell into a storm!
"Thunder strikes, rain falls?"

"This is a vision born out of a well-thought-out plan and sympathy with the heaven and the earth."

Fu Zun, Nine Kings, and Weicheng Xuezheng stood up from their seats in shock, and looked around the examination room where Yang Chen was.

"The poem has not been completed yet, but I just have a draft in my heart, and I am about to write it, and I have such a vision. This poem must be passed down to the world, immortal, and sung by the world." The Fuzun praised loudly.

However, Xuezheng from the Nine Great Kings and Tianhua Mansion had just finished mocking Yang Chen's talents. At this time, Yang Chen's poem had not yet appeared, but the vision appeared, but he slapped the two of them in the face again.

Here and there is the exhaustion of Jiang Lang's talents, and it is clearly a further step, the poetic way will be accomplished, and he can be named a poetic fairy and a poetic saint.

It is the immortal sage in poetry, and no one has been able to match it since ancient times.

While everyone was amazed, Yang Chen picked up a pen and wrote out the poem he was reading in his heart.

There is no youth in the New Year, and I was surprised to see grass buds in early February.Baixue thinks the spring is late, so she wears the garden tree as flying flowers.

The new year has come, but we haven't seen the fragrant flowers yet. It wasn't until February that we were pleasantly surprised to find that the grass sprouted green shoots.Baixue seemed to be unable to bear the late arrival of spring, so they swirled and sprinkled flying flowers among the trees in front of the court.

This is also a poem by Han Yu, about "Spring Snow"!
After several months, Yang Chen wrote Chun Xue again, which shocked the world.

As soon as this song came out, there was a lot of wind and rain, and there was a deity formed by the condensed wind, rain and snow, floating in the sky above Yang Chen's examination room. This deity was hundreds of feet tall, covered in wind and rain, and surrounded by thunder beside.

On the top of his head, there is white snow fluttering, like a flying flower, but under his feet is a piece of green grass, the grass is sprouting, crystal clear, and among the stems and leaves of the grass, there is a green glow flowing, blooming with divine light.

This phantom of the god recited this poem by Yang Chen loudly, and the resounding voice spread throughout the entire Weicheng, but the voice of the gods rang in the ears of all the people in Weicheng at this moment. reciting a poem.

(End of this chapter)