Villain: At The Beginning, He Cut Out The Heroine's Pupil With A Knife

Three days later.

Talented men and beautiful women from all countries went to Beiqi to attend the Yawen Poetry Meeting.

For a time, the capital was bustling with people.

Ye Fei was naturally happy to see this situation, and he was looking forward to it.

The more people came, the more people would admire his style.

For this Yawen Poetry Meeting, Ye Fei also made sufficient preparations.

At the beginning, he wrote 300 poems while drunk in the Dongyi court, most of which quoted the poems of Li Bai, Du Fu and Su Shi.

But how many poems and essays are there in China? There are countless brilliant literary masters.

Luo Binwang sang about geese at the age of seven, and Yu Qian sang about lime at the age of twelve!

If the unrestrained and elegant Li Bai and the concerned Du Fu are the big Li Du, then there are also the small Li Du!

Du Mu of Yangzhou Dream and Li Shangyin of Burning the Candle into Ashes.

Even the treacherous ministers Li Linfu and Yan Song. In fact, they have extremely high literary attainments.

In terms of tenderness and gentleness, and love between men and women, there are Li Qingzhao, Yu Xuanji, Wen Tingyun, and Liu Yong...

In terms of unyielding character and patriotism, there are Lu You, Xin Qiji, Gao Shi, and Wang Changling...

There are too many, too many. The five thousand years of Chinese history have been rolling and never stopped.

There is no end to copying, no end to copying!

Pick one at random, and no one in this world can compare.

"Ye Fei, are you not worried at all?"

Seeing Ye Fei so leisurely, Xue Jianyao couldn't help but feel a little worried, "In order to deal with you, the Prime Minister of Northern Qi, Chen Yuan, really took great pains to invite talented people from all countries to attend the meeting. Can you handle so many opponents?"

Ye Fei smiled confidently.

"No matter how many come, they can't beat my talent!"

Seeing Ye Fei so confident, Xue Jianyao was relieved.

For some reason, after seeing Chen Yuan coming back from the court of Northern Qi that day, she has been feeling uneasy.

"Yaoyao, you worry too much. In this realm, it is impossible for anyone to surpass me, Ye Fei, in poetry and prose attainments. Just relax and watch how I win glory for Her Majesty the Empress!"

"Well, then I'll watch your performance then."

Compared to Ye Fei's leisurely attitude, many talented people in Northern Qi, including Wei Qingqing, began to study poetry and prose behind closed doors, striving to get inspiration and write unique poems and prose at the Yawen Poetry Conference.

At the same time, the Chen family.

Chen Yuan stood alone in the clan ancestral hall, and in front of him, there were many tablets of the ancestors of the Chen family.

Including his parents.

Chen Yuan slowly closed his eyes, but no one could guess what he was thinking.

"Master!"

At this time, Youruo interrupted Chen Yuan's thoughts.

"As you expected, other countries really sent many talents to participate in this conference."

"Well."

Chen Yuan replied indifferently.

"Master, what's wrong with you? You don't look happy..." Youruo asked in confusion, "Everything is going in the direction you expected."

"Nothing, I just recalled some of the past." Chen Yuan lowered his eyes, "Now I have all the power and regard the people of the world as ants and grass, but do those people in the upper domain also see me in this way?"

Youruo said, "So what? At least in Northern Qi, your power has reached its peak, right?"

Speaking of this, she was coquettish and timid.

"Even, when you openly said that I was a human in the court that day, no one dared to disobey."

Chen Yuan looked expressionless at the spirit tablet in front of him and said indifferently.

"Do you know? When I was ten years old, I knew what the most important thing in the world was."

"It's not money, nor women, but power, absolute power!"

Chen Yuan's thoughts seemed to have returned to that time.

"That day, my father and I were assassinated by a villain. My father died, and I also lost a leg."

"Before he died, he called me to his side and told me that the royal family was declining, and he could use the power of the Shen family to succeed the position of prime minister. He didn't have much time left, so he planned to pass on the position of prime minister and head of the family to me."

Youruo didn't make any sound, just listened silently.

"It should have been like this, but those old men wanted to take the position of prime minister and head of the family for themselves and make it belong to their lineage."

"When I was ten years old, I stood there silently, watching them argue until they were red in the face. Just watching quietly, they could make my father's dying words so pale in a few words, and they could re-determine the position of head of the family and prime minister. They could easily decide my fate... At that time, I was thinking, power is really a good thing."

"When will I be able to decide the fate of others in a few words?"

"But fortunately, I still have the protection of my mother. Under my mother's argument, those old guys were willing to give in and send representatives of their lineage to train the Shen family. Only those who succeed in the training can get the right of inheritance."

You Ruo dared to speak at this time: "It was also during that training that I was able to meet the master, and you were also the winner of the training."

Chen Yuan turned around, "Although I passed the training, because the training time was too long, when I returned to the family, my father had already been buried."

"I didn't get to see my father for the last time before he was put into the coffin."

"That day, I knelt in front of his spirit tablet until late at night. Looking at the spirit tablet, I secretly swore in my heart that if one day I completely take charge of the Shen family, I will definitely, definitely destroy those old guys."

Chen Yuan's face was calm, as if the protagonist of this story was not himself, but someone else. He seemed to be telling a story that had nothing to do with himself.

But this is just Chen Yuan's excellent emotional management over the years.

Even if Mount Tai is pressing down on my head, the earth is cracking and the sky is collapsing, I am still calm and unmoved.

"Master, you have done it now, and all this is a thing of the past."

Youruo felt a little distressed.

"Yes, all is gone." Chen Yuan looked calm, and walked out of the gate of the ancestral hall slowly, "Let's go, follow me to a place."

"Master, where are we going?"

"The ruins of Yitai Tiangong."

The two drove away. As the prime minister Chen Yuan, it was easy for him to disperse the people near the ruins of Yitai Tiangong.

On the way, Youruo also learned about the Brahma Spirit from Chen Yuan.

"It turns out that the purpose of those monsters' trip is to go to the Brahma Spirit..."

Thinking of this, Youruo couldn't help but sigh, "If I also have a high-level Thousand Illusion Spirit Eye like you, I can peek into their true intentions."

The best way to upgrade the level of the Thousand Illusion Spirit Eye is to refine the soul body.

If you don't refine enough soul bodies, no matter how high your cultivation is, you can't feedback to the pupil power. Some elders of the Chen family are in this situation. They have good cultivation, but their pupil power level is relatively low.

"The Brahma Spirit contains the power of faith. If I can get this, maybe my pupil power can be enhanced." Chen Yuan said in a deep voice.

"Then why don't you just absorb it all yourself, Master? Why take me with you?"

"Has it been absorbed? Who said I want to absorb it all? I want you to be familiar with the Ether Palace. Familiar with everything there, the ruins, the roads, the layout..."

"I want to leave a trace of weak Brahma spirit, and then make it public, announcing that Brahma spirits were found in the ruins of the Ether Palace, and everyone can worship."

"Are you trying to collect the power of faith?"