I Am The Only Immortal In The World

I Am The Only Immortal In The World Chapter 98

2022-02-10

Chapter 98 97. [Wenjian] [Marriage Jade Pendant] and [Haoran Righteousness Ruler]

[Wenjian·lv1]

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[Durability: 120]

[Function: Decompose 'fresh poetry articles' and extract 'wenqi'. ]

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"Good baby! With it, you can collect 'Wenqi' and complete those two recipes in this 'poetry meeting'..."

Su Mu took out the 'homeland fruit' and 【Qingjiao Yulu】, but it is not for doing good deeds.

Exactly: in order to attract people in the field, actively participate, contribute poetry articles, collect 'wenqi', and synthesize equipment.

Otherwise, how could he be so generous with his 'not getting up early for no benefit'?

And the result?

Also exactly as Su Mu expected.

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This moment.

The audience, who participated in this poetry meeting, were shocked when they saw the 'color head' added by Su Mu and the [Wenjian] created by 'immortal art'.

After a moment of silence, one's eyes turned red, causing a huge uproar.

"Am I right? Is that the rumoured 'Spirit Fruit', and the [Qiongberry Gyulu]?"

Those who know the goods will popularize science for others around them: " I heard that the two treasures of Su daoist, 'Spirit Fruit' can strengthen the body and prolong life; [Qiongberry Yulu] is more of a fairy's thing, can live the dead, flesh and bones, as long as one breath is in, you can come back to life!"

"Hi!"

The people next to him heard it and sucked in a breath of cold air: "Su Daoist's great handwriting! Such a treasure, even willing to take it out..."

"Liu Li Cup, 'Spirit Fruit', and 【Qingjiao Yulu】, this year's poetry festival is the best in history!"

"Who said no? Among them Either way, I covet and yearn to the extreme."

"What I'm more concerned about is the great cauldron that the party created out of thin air. I don't know what magic is there?"

"Listen to Su daoist The meaning of that, that great cauldron seems to be able to identify poems and articles...but I don't know how?"

"Anyway, this is a good thing!"

Someone's eyes shined : "If it is judged, no matter how virtuous the judge is, it will inevitably be selfish; but if it is an immortal's thing, it will be very different."

"Indeed. This immortal's thing is judged by no one. It’s fairest to be able to cheat for personal gain, and I’m waiting for the underprivileged students to rest assured.”

“God-sent opportunity! How about winning the first place?"

"Not bad. With such an opportunity, if you don't work hard, how can you be willing?"

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There are already many People, began to frown and think deeply, conceiving poems and articles.

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"Hey, this white tofu will always come up with some weird stuff!"

Du Fangge looked at the three-legged party The round great cauldron with both ears took a sip of wine and shook his head with a smile.

As for 'Spirit Fruit', 【Negara Gyokuro】?

He's really not greedy.

The 'Spirit Fruit' that outsiders can't ask for, Du Fangge didn't know how much he ate in the past two days, and even Su Mu gave him a small bottle to prevent him from being an accidental tool. .

As for Han Shi, this capable subordinate, he was treated better than Du Fangge, so he was naturally calmer at this time.

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"That kid is really...wastrel!"

King Ning looked at the 'Spirit Fruit',【Nectar Jade Dew】 that Su Mu took out. , Dawei shook his head: "I don't know how to use such a treasure carefully, so I took it out easily and used it in this kind of place..."

In his tone, in addition to regret, there was a bit of 'hate it indisputable' ——This is because Su Mu is regarded as a 'reserve son-in-law', half of his own, so he has such a position.

"Daddy!"

Li Mingyue refused to obey and spoke for Su Mu: "Yesterday, didn't Su Lang take these out to honor you?"

"Honor?"

King Ning's nose snorted: "That's the money to sell the 'round-leaf tree'!"

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A table in Yangzhi County, At this point, there was an eerie silence.

Before, they were ostracized by Yang Shenxing's words, they quit the 'Poetry Club' by default and did not compete with Junior.

But.

Nowadays, it's not just a glass cup anymore, and there are 'Spirit Fruit', [Qiong syrup Yulu], such rare treasures that can save lives, don't you just let it go?

In other words: Yang Shenxing's face can make them give up the glass cup, but it is not enough to give up 'Spirit Fruit', 【Qiong syrup and Yulu】.

In the silence, the eyes of these people met each other and kept winking, but the strange thing was that no one stood up first.

The reason is simple.

Old Fox, they all understand a truth: the law does not blame the public, however, the first person to come forward is the one who hates the most.

"cough cough!"

In the end, it was the head of the 'Qianqiu Academy', Zhao Shan, who took the lead in raising hatred: "My father is old and weak, and he must have rare treasures. Nurturing."

"It's fine if it's a glass cup, but 'Spirit Fruit' and [Qingjiao Yulu], for the sake of my father, can't give up."

He said, It is very skillful to say, implying: I am not bullied the weak, but for 'filial piety'.

In this era, the words 'loyalty' and 'filial piety' are greater than the sky.

Using 'filial piety' as a cover, other people not only can't criticize, but also praise Zhao Shan's morality - in this way, without harming his reputation, he can re-engage in the 'poetry club'.

Of course.

This kind of trick, although brilliant, can't be concealed from a group of official Old Fox, who secretly cursed 'Zhao Shanchang' shameless skin in their hearts, and complimented on their faces.

"Zhao Shan has a heart of boxing, which is admirable!"

"Yes, for filial piety, I am willing to suffer stigma..."

"As expected of a great scholar!"

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This group of people spoke loudly and positively affirmed Zhao Shanchang's behavior.

Soon.

It's all about learning.

"The old mother at home is seriously ill..."

"The dog is weak..."

"My wife hurt her energy when she gave birth..."

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Other people also jumped out, apologized to Yang Zhixian, and expressed their desire to participate in the 'poetry meeting' and compete.

The law does not blame the public.

Although Yang Shenxing was angry in his heart, he had no choice but to push the boat with the current, saying that it was okay and he would end up as well.

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"That Su Daoist added a lottery?"

Yang Zhao's eyes flashed: "It's just right, it's all mine. Taking the leader, I'd like to see if the 'Spirit Fruit' and [Negara Yulu] are really as magical as the legends say?"

At this moment.

He is full of self-confidence - I don't know yet, those seniors don't talk about martial arts, go back on one's word, they are already going to end the game and play against him.

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Mother Huang was overjoyed to see Su Mu's additional bonus.

This poetry meeting was originally intended to promote 'Yaoguang Pavilion'. Naturally, the bigger the scene and the higher the topic, the better the effect.

Even.

In this poetry meeting, it would be the best if there is a famous poem like "Beauty Song".

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At this time.

Su Mu added: "Remind you of one thing. The name of this object is [Wenjian], and it can only identify 'fresh poetry articles' that have not been published and written within a day. Of course, it is best to be Do it on the spot."

"If it's an old text, don't take it out!"

This is also a limitation of [Wenjian].

——According to the homeland, the newly released poetry articles can only be extracted if the 'wenqi' has not escaped; but if it takes a long time, the 'wenqi' will escape and it will be useless.

Otherwise, he just needs to find some famous articles in this world and extract the 'wenqi' from them. Why is it so troublesome?

"The famous articles on Earth have never appeared in this world. In theory, they can be regarded as 'fresh poetry articles'. I don't know if I can get a bug or not. Does my homeland recognize it?"

Su Mu thought to himself.

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When the people in the room heard the words, there was an uproar.

"Do I need a new one? It's over. The poem I prepared half a month in advance is useless."

Someone sighed.

"Me too!"

"Fortunately, I'm not ready..."

"I did it last night, count the hours, not yet. One day, it can be used..." Someone exclaimed in surprise.

"To a certain extent, this is not necessarily a bad thing. It's useless to prepare early, deduct points for preparation in one day, and add points for on-the-spot action, it's more fair!"

"Yeah! Competing on the same stage like this, everyone depends on their ability. Who are you afraid of? Who are you afraid of?"

These officials and nobles are all Old Fox, and basically all of them have passed the imperial examination.

"Master Kou, I have heard that you are in a hurry. It is just at this time, so congratulations first."

"Where? Long..."

"I'm good at writing, but I'm not good at poetry. I have to look at Old Zhao."

"Hey, I'm old, and I can't turn my head faster than yours. "

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These Old Foxes are complimenting each other on their faces, but they are already thinking about it in their hearts.

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"It's useless to prepare in advance? Well, let's write poetry on the spot. Among my peers, who is the one who leaves me alone?"

Yang Zhao looked around. The second generation around here felt high-spirited and vigorous, bursting with self-confidence, and with a high mood, their thoughts were like a spring.

Until now, he didn't know that those old men who were not ashamed also had to participate in the competition-Yang Shenxing knew his son and knew that telling it would affect his mentality, so he deliberately didn't let anyone pass it on.

However, as Yang Shenxing expected, it was a good thing for Yang Zhao to be unknowingly.

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The chatter died down.

Huang mother opened the mouth and said: "If you don't have any opinions, then follow what Su daoist said, so it's settled. As in previous years, it is bounded by time it takes to burn a stick of incense...

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said.

She waved her handkerchief, turned her head and said with a smile: "Girls, are you still not coming out?"

tone barely fell .

Women all dressed up, came out from the backstage, like beautiful butterflies, shuttled through the crowd and distributed pen and paper.

These are all girls in the Yaoguang Pavilion who will not be out of the pavilion this year. If they were left in the past, many beauties would be a major attraction.

But this year's 'Poetry Club', but no one has this idea.

They are all attracted by the rewards, and they are racing against time to write poems. How can they still have beautiful ideas?

After all, people are blindly confident. Under the circumstance that the rules are fair, who does not have any expectations and thinks that they are the lucky one?

- It's like buying a lottery ticket.

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These attendees are all holding pens, or browsing tightly frowns, or contemplating; or shaking their heads in distress; or writing quickly...

In fact, many of those who came to participate in the 'poetry meeting' had prepared in advance, all of which met the requirements of 'within one day'.

But because of Su Mu's added bonus, they were either unconfident or wanted to fight, and like everyone else, they began to rack their brains and re-compose poetry.

Suddenly.

The audience was angry and nervous.

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As a result, the girls in 'Yaoguang Pavilion' are sitting on wax.

At this time, they actually have a 'mission': to choose the noble people they like, to convey their feelings, and to 'seduce' these people to redeem themselves.

This is a win-win for 'attendees', 'Yaoguang Pavilion', girls.

However.

The atmosphere of this poetry meeting was mobilized by Su Mu. They thought hard, looked steadily forward, like a piece of wood. How to make them act?

These girls in 'Yaoguang Pavilion' had no choice but to turn their guns around, either resentment, anger, or discharge, and they all looked at Su Mu.

Confront these 'seducers'.

Su Mu embraced Luo Mi, but his heart was still like water.

After all.

"Yaoguang Pavilion" group of girls, the most outstanding among them, Luo Mi, Gu Pan, Xia Yu and Xia He sisters, were all killed by him.

The rest, Peak is 90 points, there is really nothing to watch.

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Soon, time it takes to burn a stick of incense past.

"Stop!"

Mother Huang struck the gong.

Everyone started writing—and thanks to them, they were all poems, and they were short, and for better or worse, time it takes to burn a stick of incense was enough.

At this moment, everyone in the field showed Painting of All Living Things: either proud, or annoyed, or fisted fiercely, or shook his head helplessly...

Su Mu watched, all of them. I laughed a little, as if I saw: On Earth, after a big exam, the expressions of all the candidates.

"Who will come first?"

He looked around the audience and asked in a clear voice.

"I'm coming!"

A young man with the appearance of a scholar stood up confidently and handed over the poems he had written.

Other people looked at it one after another, wanting to see how the so-called [Wenjian] was identified.

Su Mu took the paper without looking at it, and threw it towards the [Wenjian].

ka!

This paper is shattered by inch by inch, and the text on it turns into white light and shadow, floating in the sky above [Wenjian].

It is:

'Lazy bath, new cool, early bed. Xuetui wine red smiles. Leaning up from the building, the embroidery needle is small. Lunar cold wave light dream...'

The handwriting of such white light and shadow stagnated in midair for a few seconds, then suddenly shattered, turned into a clear light, and shot straight to the height of four feet.

Su Mu in this brief moment, saw the bottom of [Wenjian], a wisp of mist as thin as silk and pale in color appeared, and thought to himself, "Presumably, this is 'Wenqi'!"

He thought excitedly: "When I harvest the audience's 'wenqi', 'marital jade pendant' and 'haoran righteousness ruler', they can probably be combined!"

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Others were in an uproar when they saw this scene.

"This [Wenjian] is so miraculous, it deserves to be the thing of a fairy family!"

"A good poem, it is a masterpiece!"

"Otherwise, how would anyone dare to stand up first?"

"Ai, I might as well!"

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Papa!

Su Mu clapped his hands and quieted these people: "Wenqi four feet, next, who is coming?"

"Me!"

A middle age person stand up.

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It’s coming soon.

One by one, they lined up and put the poems they wrote into the [Wenjian].

Most of them are only one or two feet tall, and the tall ones are three-four chi. Every time a four-footer comes out, cheers will erupt in the field.

Until——

Yang Zhao's poem, into it.

The paper is broken, and light and shadow appear:

'Biepu is dark at the moment, and Luo Wei is worried at midnight. Magpie recites the threading month, and flowers enter the exposed clothing building. There is a golden mirror in the sky, and a jade hook in the world...'

When the light and shadow characters dissipated, the clear light was dazzling, and it rushed to a height of six feet in one fell swoop!

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(end of this chapter)