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Chapter 63 Desperately
Yang Chen selected the poems to be recited.

And he also thought of another shocking way to make weeping willows spring up that ordinary people can't imagine.

No one has ever dared to imagine such a method, and no one has ever dared to do it.

That is to be able to pass through the gods.

Yang Chen had just immersed himself in the mountains of poems and poetry, and tried his best to select suitable poems and articles.

At this moment, when he came back to his senses, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he looked around.

But seeing the mansion master Ma Lao, the boy in Tsing Yi, and the scholars all looking at him hopefully, he instantly felt the pressure as heavy as a mountain.

What is this scenario?
Yang Chen looked at the tables all over the garden. On the sheets of paper laid out, there were only a few sheets of paper, with some literary spirit lingering, like lights shining.

There was silence on the rest of the tables.

There is no lingering atmosphere.

"Oh, so everyone has failed?"

"Never succeeded in getting the weeping willow to germinate?"

Yang Chen was very clever, and he figured things out in a split second.

"In this way, even if I can't pass this last hurdle, I can still get the position of Mr. Ma Fu!"

first round!
Everyone, including Yang Chen himself, got zero points.

The second level!
Some got a point.

The third level!
Only Yang Chen scored a point!
The fourth pass!
It was also only Yang Chen who scored a point.

Fifth level! !

Yang Chen smiled lightly.

Smile very reassuringly.

This fifth pass, except for myself who has not tried it, the rest of the people have failed.

That means zero points.

In this way, in the entire five-level competition, even if he failed the last level, he still got three points, and the rest of them only got two points at most.

"Looking at the situation, there is no need to compare, I have already won."

Don't feel relieved.

The pressure on my body was gone all at once.

No stress anymore.

"Brother Yang, did you have a good masterpiece?"

The young man in Tsing Yi looked up at Yang Chen, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

Produced by Yang Chen, it must be a high-quality product.

At least, since Yang Chen became famous in Weicheng, any poem he wrote is the best among the best.

The worst thing is that the aura surges, and the floating shadow shines in the sky.

The better ones are enough to be passed down to the world after the accumulation of time.

Yang Chen nodded.

"I have it, but I don't know whether it will be satisfactory!"

"I want to use the divine incense!"

Divine fragrance!
With this incense, people can reach supernatural powers.

This is what Yang Chen thought of, not relying on others, but using the spirit of the gods to descend into the world, so as to make the weeping willow rejuvenate.

The boy in Tsing Yi was surprised.

Mansion Master Ma Lao was shocked.

Even all the scholars present looked at Yang Chen with disbelief.

There was only one person with a look of grief and indignation.

Looking at Yang Chen angrily, this person is teasing Yang Chen, saying that if Yang Chen can write peerless poems, he will pretend to be a disciple, recite Yang Chen's poems, and help Yang Chen to rejuvenate the weeping willows.

However, now it looks like this.

Although Yang Chen was polite to him, he still dismissed him.

Damn you, you didn't put yourself in the eyes of a scholar who has awakened the seeds of the divine way.

You must know that a scholar who has awakened the seeds of the divine way is not a genius, he is not arrogant, and he is not superior to others.

Who knew, he just teased Yang Chen, and Yang Chen immediately slapped tears all over his face in public.

Slap in the face!
Slap in the face in public.

At this moment, this person has the heart to die.

Use incense!
You are going against the sky.

The poems you write with such confidence can shake the gods, water the literary spirit yourself, and make the weeping willow sprout.

You must know that once the poems written by the gods are not approved by the gods, it is blasphemy.

What is the punishment for blasphemy?
Think about it, the thunder rolling in the sky, the appearance of five thunders hitting the top, is enough to make people feel intimidated.

"Brother Yang, are you sure you want to use Tongshenxiang?"

"But you must think twice before you act. Once you use Tongshenxiang, the consequences will be unimaginable."

If it is successful, the name moves one side.

If defeated, there will be no bones left.

But any existence that blasphemes the gods has always been difficult to end well.

But with the knowledge in his heart, Yang Chen has confidence.

He nodded casually.

"I am confident, just prepare for the incense!"

The young man in Tsing Yi looked at Ma Lao, the master of the palace, he did not dare to decide such a big matter lightly.

However, at this time, he admired Yang Chen very, very much.

This kind of strong confidence and this kind of talent are beyond the reach of ordinary scholars.

If only once it is done!
If the Ma family is lucky enough to have such a person as the gentleman in the house, it is definitely an honor for the Ma family.

Only those who can understand the gods, if they don't encounter too many difficulties in the future, they can almost [-]% be able to read books and become gods.

Palace Master Ma Lao's eyes shone brightly, a powerful aura emanated from his body, soaring into the sky, this aura was like a sharp divine sword drawn out of its sheath, the powerful aura wanted to break through the sky and crush void.

Many people couldn't bear this momentum and had to back off. Only a few scholars who had awakened the seeds of the divine way, stimulated the seeds of the divine way, filled with literary energy, and calmed down, could stand still in place.

However, everyone was horrified in their hearts. They never expected that the palace master, Ma Lao, had such a high level of immortality, and he deserved to be a rich man.

Rich people, as long as they have skills, coupled with the support of endless resources, as long as their aptitude is not too poor, they can almost reach the realm of body forging.

However, Yang Chen didn't move.

Just when Mr. Ma was unrestrained, Yang Chen felt the powerful oppression, and while chanting Tai Chi Inner Skills, he let go of the oncoming energy; , a phantom image of an innate god emerged in my mind, nameless, supreme, noble, old and godly, as soon as this statue came out, the powerful spiritual oppression was like a breeze blowing on the face, and it no longer had any power .

"It's amazing. Everyone who can succeed must have his own uniqueness, which must not be underestimated."

Mr. Ma's aura was outward, his eyes were like lightning, his voice was like a bell, staring at Yang Chen.

"Yang Chen, are you sure?"

Yang Chen's attitude towards Mr. Ma was not disturbed at all, and he stood still. He looked at Mr. Ma calmly, and there was a kind of noble and supreme aura from his whole body.

"Three points are destined, seven points depend on hard work, hard work will win!"

"I believe I can!"

Mr. Ma was silent, and withdrew his momentum, before saying for a long time:
"With your points, you can already become Mr. Fuchu, there is no need to work so hard."

Yang Chen just smiled lightly and didn't speak.

(End of this chapter)