"I didn't expect him to be such a heroic person! And I would be instructed by Chen Wenquan to humiliate him! After all, he is really a hero of Yan Kingdom, and he has shed blood......" At this time, Li Zixiong sat in his position and looked at Zhuang Yichen with a very complicated expression, and the shame in his heart kept coming up, making his heart suddenly chaotic. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Since the prince wants to show his knowledge, then we have to take a good look!" Liu Yutao smiled at this time, and sat down next to him, and Supervisor Yao and the others also sat down.

"This king is here!" Zhuang Yichen said lightly, facing four thousand people with one person, without any fear.

"The student heard that the prince is quite familiar with poetry, and he has occasionally obtained a good sentence recently, and he also invited the prince to taste it!" At this time, Chen Wenquan came before, and said with a very strong contempt on his face.

There are many people around him, and Fang Zihong is also among them, and at this time, he also painted the gourd to open his mouth.

"All ten sons of the upper house are here!"

"Yes, some of them have made Aozhou poems, at least they are a Zhifu!"

"I heard that Fang Zihong once made poems about Zhenguo!" Many students turned their heads to each other, and their eyes showed admiration.

The lifting of the National Academy can be said to belong to the upper middle level in the entire Yan Kingdom, and the ten sons of the National Academy belong to the top group of lifters.

"Don't waste time, just write your poems together!" Zhuang Yichen said lightly.

"Lord Wang, if the ten of us all write good war poems together, it will cause poetry resonance, and the layers will be superimposed! Don't regret it!" Chen Wenquan said with a sly smile.

"It's okay!" Zhuang Yichen smiled, very calm.

Poetic resonance is a relatively rare phenomenon in literature. If there are ten poems that have not been written at the same time and all reach a unified level, they will resonate, and the superposition of talent will be at least one level higher.

"Is he really sure, or has he already given up on himself!" Many students were a little puzzled at this time.

Fang Zihong's eyes flashed, and he looked a little reluctant, but he didn't say anything.

In his opinion, Zhuang Yichen is definitely pretentious, even if he once made war poems such as loyal soul chanting, it was only a temporary inspiration, because he had experienced enough accumulation, not a real genius of literature and Taoism.

But today's matter involves driving Zhuang Yichen out of the national academy, and this is not a matter of his personal morale. The elders of the family had already explained yesterday that this matter must be completed.

"Okay! Then forgive us for being rude!" Chen Wenquan snorted lightly, and Zhao Xuejian stretched out his hand to put a little on the seal, and ten desks floated from the ground, with the four treasures of the study on them.

Holding the pen in his hand, the ink was quickly written on the snow-white page.

One by one, the talent constantly flashed out, which fully shows that this is at least a poetry at the level of the supreme government.

"Bang bang bang!" The ten people are the best among the lifters, the speed of the pen is amazing, and the talent on the paper has also risen greatly, and when it comes to the third sentence, it actually breaks through three feet at the same time.

At this time, even Liu Yutao changed color slightly, and his heart felt even more unfathomable about Yi Wenxiang's strength.

Even if these ten people are twice as talented as they are, it is impossible to suddenly make Aozhou-level poems at the same time, such an ability is only possessed by writers.

And it is impossible for a writer to continuously produce so many proud-level poems in a short period of time, which is too difficult.

In other words, the ten Aozhou-level poems in front of you can be said to have ten writers behind them.

"Okay!" The ten sons of Shangshe were very excited, and after completing the last stroke, everyone's talent on the paper exceeded three feet five, and that talent buzzed at the same time, and finally jumped into the air to gather in one place.

After the loud sound, the ten strands of talent resonated, and then continued to rise.

"Four feet! Talent resonance breaks four feet!"

"Obediently, this is not at least four feet five!" many students exclaimed, and the superintendent doctors of the National Academy were dumbfounded.

"Lord Wang, I have conceded!" Chen Wenquan was triumphant, and his talent was finally fixed to four feet six, which was a very astonishing number.

Could it be that this waste warrior Zhongyong King can still make poems that are close to the world, so how can it be?

Unless it is the rebirth of "No. 1 in the world", but the secret of "No. 1 in the world" is not revealed by the people of Yan Kingdom, but by Yasheng specially created to suppress Qin Siya and make him go further in Wendao.

Qin Siya is the first male genius recognized by the Seven Kingdoms, and as for the female genius, she is the "unparalleled in the world" stunning fairy who entered the Holy Courtyard and grew up very early.

"Well, yes, I didn't expect my country's college to be full of talents, and ten consecutive Aozhou poems are amazing!" Zhuang Yichen seemed to praise sincerely.

The ten sons of Shangshe suddenly blushed, although they have the ability to make Aozhou poems, but they can't do it at any time. Except for Fang Zihong, the remaining nine people were all dictated by the elders of the family.

"If the prince can defeat us, my Fang Zihong should regard you as a teacher from now on, and be by your side for the rest of your life!" Fang Zihong blushed, and naturally felt that victory was not martial.

Zhuang Yichen looked at him with some surprise, he could feel that these words were sincere! I didn't expect that such a talent could appear in a declining half-saint family like the Fang family, and under the environment where the children's hearts had deteriorated.

"Please Superintendent Zhao help me!" Zhuang Yichen turned around and said. He had already told Zhao Xuejian about this matter and asked him to help ghostwrite! And now that his pseudo-talent is not yet exposed, he needs to be at a suitable time.

No one objected to this, because everyone knew that Zhuang Yichen was a martial artist, and no matter how good the poems he wrote without talent, there was no way to produce visions.

"He really wants to compose a poem, can't he make a bad poem?"

"This person's poetry is a bit famous, I have read it before, it is indeed extraordinary!But even if he is prepared for poetry, it is impossible to pass the test above the scriptures!" Yao sneered. He came prepared today, and the main point of sniping was still on the scriptures.

Although poetry has a practical effect of killing enemies, it is the most helpful for the sanctification of literature and Taoism.

If there is no Spring and Autumn Period, how can there be a prosperous era of literature and Taoism in the future, and hundreds of schools of thought will respect Confucianism and Taoism. And it is not so easy to achieve something in the scriptures.

Even the great Confucians can only specialize in one subject, and they dare not say that they are completely integrated.

Half-saints can read the scriptures and meanings, and they can all become holy from different angles, which shows that the scriptures are broad and profound, and they can only be achieved without decades of hard work.