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Chapter 62 Disciple?

Second more! ! !
There is a way?
As for whether it is too difficult.

Yang Chen no longer cared.

No matter how difficult the solution is, it is still a solution, and it is much better than no solution at all.

Yang Chen was very pleasantly surprised, he couldn't pretend to be calm any longer, he let go of his tall and tall appearance just now, and flattered him:
"Little brother, if there is any way, hurry up and say it. It is always good to have a way. If there is no way, I will lose this game."

The young servant in Tsing Yi was speechless.

This Yang Chen's temperament is really ever-changing.

At the beginning, he was low-key, but later he became confident and arrogant. It took a lot of effort, and he complimented him so shamelessly.

Ordinary people really can't stand it.

Fortunately, the young servant in Tsing Yi's heart is strong enough.

He quickly adapted to Yang Chen's ever-changing temperament, but when he mentioned the method of reversing the seasons, he still felt that with Yang Chen, even if he knew the method, it would be difficult to reverse the seasons, so that the cold winter Weeping willows rejuvenate.

"The method is simple, and it is very simple. If it is difficult, it is also very difficult. It is so difficult that it is almost impossible to achieve."

Yang Chen urged:
"Tell me, what can I do?"

The scholars nearby, especially those who had awakened the seeds of the divine way, couldn't help laughing softly after hearing Yang Chen's words.

"Brother Yang, although your knowledge is high, you have not been instructed by a Confucian master. You don't know the method of awakening the seeds of the divine way, and naturally you don't know the power of the seeds of the divine way."

"If you want to make a dead tree spring up without awakening the seeds of the divine way, it is as difficult as reaching the blue sky."

"There is only one way, that is, you write a poem that must at least be full of literary energy, attracting the vitality of the world, and can pour the weeping willows backwards, and then guide the cultural energy of the world into the weeping willows to have a chance to reverse the seasons and regenerate good fortune."

"Now that you haven't awakened the seeds of the divine way, you can have scholars who have awakened the seeds of the divine way to recite your poems and articles, and arouse vitality to flood the weeping willows, but in this case, the power will suddenly decrease, and it will not reach half the power of the original poems and articles. "

"If you want your poems and articles to exert their full power, you need your permission to become your disciple. Only by becoming your disciple can you exert the full power of your poems and articles."

Yang Chen nodded thoughtfully, "So that's how it is!"

He said he understood.

It is really not easy to rejuvenate the weeping willows.

Especially for a scholar who has not awakened the seeds of the divine way, it is even more difficult.

And other people's chanting can only exert less than half of the power.

If you accept apprentices yourself?

Just kidding, is there a scholar who has awakened the seeds of the divine way and is willing to become his disciple?

"What should we do now?"

Yang Chen had a sad face.

It seems that if he wants to win this round, he must find a scholar who has awakened the seeds of the divine way to help him.

Moreover, I have to write a poem that can last forever.

Such poems and articles are extremely powerful.

However, I am not familiar with the people here at all.

Who can I ask for help?
Yang Chen looked around, and besides the young man in green in front of him, he was not familiar with the others, not to mention, they were still his competitors, so he probably wouldn't help him.

As for the boy in green, he might not be able to help him either.

Now, what should we do?

Could it be that he was doomed to lose this level!
For a while, Yang Chen also had no clue.

With a sigh:

"So, without awakening the seeds of the divine way, even if I write peerless poems and articles, it will be difficult to make the weeping willow green again."

The boy in Tsing Yi and the scholars nearby all stared at Yang Chen with wide eyes.

Don't know what to say?

It's really insane.

Opening your mouth is a peerless poem.

Do you really think that good poems and articles are Chinese cabbage, and you can write them if you want to?
Didn't that peerless poem and article have been tempered by the author, passed down from generation to generation, and blessed by the power of thought, so that it can be famous and praised forever.

At that moment, there was a scholar who had awakened the seeds of the divine way, looked at Yang Chen with a teasing face, and said with a smile:

"Brother Yang is a great talent in our city of Wei. He is capable of supernatural powers. The poems he writes are all wonderful and beautiful. They even attracted divine voices to come to the world and recite them."

"So, I think Brother Yang can write peerless poems!"

"Well, Brother Yang, just write. After Brother Yang finishes writing, if it is really a peerless poem, I am willing to become Brother Yang's disciple, recite Brother Yang's poems and articles, arouse the literary spirit, and water the weeping willow. Brother Yang's talent will definitely make the weeping willows sprout and turn green again."

Yang Chen wasn't stupid, so he could hear the ridicule from the scholar's mouth.

However, for the position of Mr. Ma Fu.

Put up with him for now.

Once I get the position of Mr. Ma Fu, I can naturally feel proud.

"So, I would like to thank this brother. I will do my best to write a peerless poem and article, hoping to make the weeping willow sprout."

Yang Chen climbed up the pole directly.

After speaking, regardless of the surprised eyes of others, he sat aside, closed his eyes, and carefully selected which poem or article he needed to use to make the weeping willow sprout.

"Ha ha!"

The rest of the scholars just smiled when they saw this situation.

No one thought that Yang Chen could do this.

They each silently wrote their own masterpieces.

Poems and essays are written one after another, and some poems and essays are filled with literary spirit after they are written. However, this wisp of literary spirit is only half a foot away from the paper, and it is impossible to attract the vitality of the world to water the weeping willows.

Time is like running water, slowly passing away.

All the scholars present, except Yang Chen, have already tried it.

There is no way to make the weeping willow sprout.

"In the cold winter season, it is very difficult to make the weeping willow green again!"

"It is estimated that only by raising people and writing splendid articles can they attract enough literary spirit to water the weeping willows."

The group of scholars shook their heads and couldn't help sighing.

This level, it can be said that all people have not passed the level.

"Old Ma, we can't even pass!"

All the scholars stood up.

Ma Lao's snow-white long eyebrows shook slightly: "It's okay!"

"It's because it's too difficult for me to come up with the questions. I want to find a talented person to be my grandson's teacher!"

"However, a real great talent, how could he come to my residence to be a gentleman? This is my extravagant expectation."

"Well, since everyone has not passed the test, let's see how everyone's points are. The one with the highest score will naturally be my grandson's husband."

Mr. Ma wasn't disappointed when he didn't find a husband he wanted, and he still looked indifferent.

Enthusiastically exchanged greetings with the scholars present.

However, these scholars failed and were not in a good mood.

So embarrassing.

This level, no one passed the level.

Doesn't this show that our group of scholars are all trash?
"Wait!"

The boy in blue looked at Yang Chen who was sitting still, and said to everyone:

"Brother Yang hasn't written any poems yet, so how can you be sure he won't be able to?"

The nearby scholars burst into laughter:
"We also hope that he can write peerless poems and articles, and earn some face for us scholars, but do you really think that good poems and articles can be obtained at your fingertips?"

Master Ma thinks so.

Just in time.

Yang Chen opened his closed eyes and stood up:

"Have it!"

(End of this chapter)