Zhang Wengu never thought that Shen Chai would be able to make a true sacred poem!

Not long ago, he was still laughing at Shen Chai, and he hadn't even participated in the Thirty-Three Heavenly Banquet, thinking that Shen Chai had made a few random responses.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Shen Chai actually came up with a true sacred poem!

Zhang Wengu only felt that his face was hot and hot at the moment, as if he had been slapped hundreds of times with the palm of his hand, especially when some people's eyes swept over, this feeling was even stronger, and it was simply embarrassing.

"What a song "General Fu......", Xu Qingzhi's pupils shrank and smiled bitterly. Compared with Shen Chai's general fu, his "Night Snow" is more than a step behind. Moreover, Shen Chai is a martial marquis, and he wrote poems on the side of this military camp, which is more respected than the spring flowers and autumn moons of literati like them.

"Champion Hou Dacai, bow down to the lower hand!" Xu Qingzhi shook his head and bowed to Shen Chai.

"Champion Hou Dacai!" Seeing Xu Qingzhi's hand, the rest of the people also followed suit. Because every true sacred poem is worthy of respect, not to mention Shen Chai, a martial artist who has made contributions to the country!

Not only in the True Literature Realm, but when the first True Sacred Word Poem appeared, the Guanwen Hall also exploded.

"Okay! What a song "General Fu"!" Kong Yangzhou clenched his fists excitedly and clapped his hands, unable to control himself.

Not only him, but also among the civil and military ministers and dignitaries present, they can all feel the artistic conception of this true sacred poem, especially those who have served in the army, it is even stronger!

Liu Haoran, who was next to the Seventh Prince Ji Chen, also praised it greatly: "The general is good at fighting, his skills are extraordinary, and the power of the divine arrow is unstoppable." I never thought that Wen Xinhou's disciple was better than blue. ”

"Just reached the threshold of true sacred poetry, this kind of talent is really amazing. Li Qingzheng also praised without hesitation.

Among them, Lin Zhizhong was still unsmiling and resolute, but he also nodded lightly when he heard the words.

The civil and military ministers and officials below, seeing that the three great Confucians all praised them, they were naturally sycophants, and they all sent beautiful words.

The Seventh Prince Ji Chen laughed, and immediately picked up his wine glass and said, "Teacher, my lords, for "General Fu", drink to win!"

"Drink to win!" all the civil and military generals raised their glasses one after another.

The fourth prince, Ji Dan, was annoyed that this kind of thing was actually preempted by his younger brother, but he still quickly raised his glass.

............

The news reached the Wenya Court.

Princess Qinghui looked at the light curtain dumbfounded, and couldn't believe that the champion Hou, who had been scorned by herself before, actually made a true sacred poem!

"This Shen Chai, there are really some, some ......" Princess Qinghui was also shocked, as a royal princess, there is naturally no shortage of tasting ability. What's more, in the face of the true divine words and poems, any derogatory words seem extremely weak. It's just that she subconsciously didn't want to admit that the eldest son Fan she admired actually lost to Shen Chai.

"Eldest sister, I'll just say that the champion Hou is not necessarily worse than that Fan Hongyi, you see!" Ji Zixuan even forgot to eat the fruit in her hand, and shook Princess Anping's arm excitedly, as if she had made it herself.

"Okay, okay, I see. Your arms are about to be broken by you. Princess Anping said helplessly. However, even if she sat in the palace and watched the banquet for so many years, she had to admit that Shen Chai was indeed a genius, there was no shortage of martial arts achievements, and she had this kind of talent in the way of holy words, which was indeed rare.

Seeing Ji Zixuan's excited expression, Princess Anping suddenly had a thought, "Could it be that Xuan'er is tempted by this champion Hou?"

"Hmph, happy what. Isn't it a true sacred poem, Fan Shaobao will do the same!" Princess Qinghui muttered. "You see, he's starting to shoot, too. ”

............

Fan Hongyi's shot once again attracted the attention of everyone in the Guanwen Palace.

The scene of Zhang Wengu's previous provocation in front of the hall did not let everyone forget, as a strong man who has lived for a long time, Zhang Wengu's careful thinking naturally can't hide from everyone's eyes. And he is a protégé of Zuo Xiang, it is difficult to say that he acted suddenly this time, without Fan Hongyi's instructions. Otherwise, Fan Shaobao, who has not participated in the banquet for a long time, why did he come to the Yuehua banquet alone?

"With the champion Hou Zhuyu in front, Fan Shaobao can not be moved, this mind is really good. Immediately, some people began to tout.

"Although Champion Hou's "General Fu" is strong, it is only barely reaching the level of a true god, and Fan Shaobao is probably stronger than him. ”

"Look, it's on. ”

As soon as Fan Hongyi moved, he immediately attracted the attention of many scholars.

As a young and talented and famous prince, Shaobao, the talented son of the school palace, the grandson of King Wu, and Fan Hongyi, the literary reputation that has been built over the years is not so easy to shake with a true sacred poem. At least, some people firmly believe that Fan Hongyi will not necessarily lose this Yuehua banquet competition.

Sure enough, when the holy page scroll in Fan Hongyi's hand rose into the air, the golden light flowing on it also made the heavens and the earth change color.

And in terms of momentum, it is even stronger than before Shen Chai.

The golden characters stand in the void, and the same three big characters emerge - "Shengshi Xing"

The high-rise building of the deep palace enters the purple Qing, and the gold is embroidered with a dragon plate.

The beautiful woman makes the day in the window, and the strings will play the kite in sign language.

Because of the panning of the heavenly pool, the building boat is frightening.

Three thousand pairs of moths sing and laugh, and the Laos bell and drum palace are poured,

Ten thousand surnames gather to dance and sing peace. I am self-conscious.

The ministers worship Nanshan Shou, and His Majesty will be famous for eternity.

The poem came out, the light was great, and the origin of heaven and earth condensed in front of the holy beast.

Leaving the palace garden, pavilions and pavilions, endlessly, it will occupy most of the grassland faster, there are noble ladies and immortals, and all the people emerge, and a scene of singing and dancing is outlined.

This scene directly diluted the primeval forest of Shen Chai's "General Fu", and only the golden-armored general was still standing proudly in front of the Holy Beast.

The scene of the prosperous era continued to spread, and a palace with purple gas lingering gradually appeared.

Jiaolong Pan Jade Pillar, leaving the palace in the sky, there are melodious and magnificent bells and drums, hundreds of officials chanting holy scriptures, a vague phantom of the emperor, living in front of the palace door, exuding a little golden light.

The thirty-second heaven, Ziqingtian appeared!

"Boom~" When the golden light and purple qi suddenly appeared, and the outline of the Great Emperor who accepted the worship of all the people appeared, the Holy Beast actually whimpered, and was crushed by two forelimbs, and knelt down.

The true sacred words and poems are reproduced!

"Sheng Shixing! That's Your Majesty's figure!"

"In the glorious and prosperous era, all the people are happy together, and the emperor is praised, and the civil and military officials and thousands of people are praised. ”

"Eight hundred years since the founding of the Great Zhou, conquering Kyushu, and expanding to the outer heavens, this kind of achievement is even more than that of the Xia Emperor!"

"Another true sacred poem, Fan Gongzi is really powerful!"

All the scholars and celebrities were so excited that they couldn't help themselves, and it was a great honor to witness the birth of two true sacred words and poems in one day, and they were enough to brag about it for a lifetime after they went out.

"Shengshi Xing......" Xu Qingzhi looked at the majestic phantom of the emperor, his face suddenly flushed, and a sense of reverence rose in his heart, but at the same time, there was a hint of a secret sigh in his heart. "I'm not as good as the champion Hou, and I'm not as good as Shaobao. ”

"Fan Shaobao is talented!"

"These two true sacred poems, one praises the general, the other praises the king, and the power and artistic conception are even more prosperous!"

"The more gold inscriptions the better, but such a long length can also reach the level of a true god, which is really rare. ”

"Fan Gongzi is worthy of being born in a family, a descendant of the king and prime minister, and has a profound background, which is difficult for us to achieve. ”

Everyone was amazed, and even some people bowed their hands to the phantom of the emperor, and were brought into it by that artistic conception.

But compared with the unanimous praise of the real literary world, there is a subtle scene in the Guanwen Hall in the outside world.

The reason is mainly from the three great Confucians.

The great Confucian Liu Haoran still praised Fan Hongyi for living up to his reputation, and commented on the song "Shengshi Xing", which was smooth and smooth, tactfully listening, telling the prosperous scene of the Great Zhou, and the birthday banquet of the emperor is imminent.

The great Confucian Li Qingzheng did not speak, and Liu Haoran commented in front of him, he just nodded. Retired Confucians like them will not deliberately tout a junior at all.

Just when everyone thought that Lin Zhizhong would not speak again, and was about to continue to sigh along with Liu Haoran's words, they didn't expect that Lin Zhizhong, the great Confucian who was in the main position, suddenly spoke.

"The vision of the prosperous world is more than gorgeous, but it is suspected of being tricky. Lin Zhizhong's cold voice sounded.

Liu Haoran frowned slightly, Li Qingzheng still nodded, and he didn't know whether he agreed with Liu Haoran or Lin Zhizhong.

However, the three great Confucians can only be commented on once, and no one said anything more.

After careful tasting by others, they suddenly understood where Fan Hongyi's tricks were that Lin Zhizhong said. This kind of poetry that praises virtue, and also praises the emperor of the present day, although it is only a vision of prosperity, but there is also a sense of flattery in it, and there is less of the style of some literati.

However, Lin Zhizhong dared to say this, but others were not good at naming him, after all, this Confucian was a person who even the prince dared to kill, and the incident of confronting the emperor had happened, but for so many years, only this Confucian had nothing to do, and there were few heads for others to fall off.

Standing on the grassland, Shen Chai looked at Fan Hongyi's song "Shengshi Xing", and nodded suddenly. Fan Hongyi, as the prince of Shaobao, still has some things, and he can make true sacred poems, although it is surprising, it is also expected.

However, Shen Chai is destined to make this prince miscalculate today.

"Wang Shixin. Shen Chai said.

"The students are here. Wang Shixin subconsciously said respectfully.

"I wonder if you still have the strength to do so?" Shen asked.

Wang Shixin, who realized something, suddenly said excitedly: "Yes!"

"Then please help me to inject the second Word Psalm into the text. Shen Chai smiled.

"Yes. Wang Shixin excitedly picked up the second Holy Page scroll from under the grassland.

"What else does he want to do?!" Everyone noticed Shen Chai's movements and immediately looked over.

Fan Hongyi's holy word poem is already at the level of a true god, and it has exceeded the threshold by a cut. Shen Chai is indeed amazing, but does he have a second true sacred poem?

"Champion Hou, can you still beat Fan Gongzi?" shouted from the crowd.

"The Holy Beast is not dead, it is not until the last moment, and it never gives up easily!" Shen Chai said with a heroic smile. "Wang Shixin, let's start!"

The second scroll flew up, although it was the same three words, but this time the golden light was slightly dimmer than the previous song "General Fu", and it was even worse than "Shengshi Xing".

"Into Kyoto"

The general only held Wu Hook in his hand, and his spirit was higher than that of a hundred feet tall.

Who wrote history for 10,000 years? Looking for a feudal marquis 8,000 miles away.

Shicheng, a vision emerged, and a phantom figure wearing black armor and holding a divine soldier appeared next to the golden armor general, standing side by side.

Although he is majestic, high-spirited, and full of ambition, it is slightly inferior to the power of the golden armor general, it is just a Venerable-level holy word poem, but it has also reached the power of the peak realm of the Venerable.

"Why is the appearance of this black-armored general so familiar?" In the Outside Guanwen Palace, Kong Yangzhou looked at it with a strange face. "Brother Shen, this can't be himself......"

"Okay, worthy of being a champion, full of pride and high spirits, he should be a model for my generation of soldiers!" said a general excitedly.

"But it's a pity, it's just a Venerable Sacred Word poem. Zhongyi waited for the blue sea and sighed slightly. However, there were two poems related to the soldiers, but many generals who participated in the banquet were emotional, and they immediately had a lot of good feelings for this champion Hou.

"In any case, the champion Hou is in my heart, and he has already defeated the prince Shaobao. A general spoke.

"Yes, this is pride, what is a prosperous age? Where did the soldiers who did not fight endlessly come from!"

“......”

Zhang Wengu was immediately relieved to see that Shen Chai had just produced another Venerable-level holy word poem. He was afraid that Shen Chai would come up with another true sacred poem, and this time he would lose face.

Fan Hongyi was still arrogant in his bones, but when he looked at the second Venerable-level holy word poem, there was finally a hint of incomprehensible color in his eyes.

If this is not the help of a master, then this Shen chasing is a little terrifying.

Although he is still superior, Fan Hongyi also has to admit that this champion Hou is not a fortunate minister.

Seeing that it was only a Venerable-level holy word poem, Shen Chai was not disappointed, and he still had two poems left.

Wang Shixin's literary energy was exhausted, and it was not appropriate to move again, Shen Chai was planning to take the remaining two songs by himself, but he didn't want Xu Qingzhi on the side to suddenly say: "Champion Hou, I don't know if I can have the honor to share the worries for Champion Hou." ”

Shen Chai was slightly stunned, but then smiled and nodded. "Good. ”

Xu Qingzhi took a deep breath and straightened his clothes very solemnly.

Then pick up the third poem.

The scroll of the holy page soared, and the golden characters turned into two words appeared in the void - "Capture the King"!

Hold the bow as strong, and use the arrow as the long.

Shoot the man first and shoot the horse, and capture the thief first and capture the king.

After the sound of the rules was recited, the voice echoed throughout the True Literature Realm. But this time, after the golden word appeared, there was no vision, and the golden word was fixed and immovable.

Everyone was puzzled, because the poem obviously had at least the power of the peak of His Holiness, but it did not manifest any vision.

Did it fail?

"No, this, this is the Sacred Word Poem of Amplification!" Xu Qingzhi's pupils shrank and he lost his voice.

"What?" Wang Shixin's face changed, and he looked at the sky incredulously.

Even Fan Hongyi turned his head at the moment, staring at the golden words in the void.

Just when everyone tasted the meaning of the amplification poem.

"Wow~" The poems of the king have a total of two crosses, all of which turned into a golden torrent and injected into the hands of the two generals, one black and one gold, in front of the holy beast.

A faint white light appeared in the palms of the longbow hands, and the black-armored general changed first, from the momentum of the Venerable Peak, to the True God level!

"Oh my God, it turned out to be the Amplification Sacred Word Poem, and the Sacred Word Poem of the two hands fit perfectly, producing such a huge amplification effect!"

"What a capture king! The essence of the battle between the two armies has been exhausted!"

"The Venerable-level amplification poems are not so terrifying, but these two poems match...... Hiss~ Could it be that the champion Hou had expected it early on?"

Everyone was reverberated by the sound of the rules, deafening, and seemed to have tasted Shen Chasing's intentions. And Fan Hongyi's face was slightly pale, because Zi Qingtian, who had been between the Golden Armor General and the Saint Wen Beast before, seemed to be difficult to block the movements of the Golden Armor General and the Black Armor General.

With the amplification of power, in the hands of the golden armor general, arrows appeared again and rested on the longbow.

Wu Ge projected out, and the bow and arrow fired three arrows in a row!

Everyone watched this scene in amazement.

Zi Qingtian, who was originally conjured up by Sheng Shixing, squeezed to the side of the two generals, separated by the distance of Zi Qingtian thousands of miles away, three arrows, one Wu Ge, crossed the entire Ziqing Heaven, and directly hit the Holy Wen Beast!

"Bang!" There were obviously three arrows and a Wu hook, but only a loud noise was heard.

All attacks hit the center of the Sacred Beast's eyebrows with precision.

The Saint Beast, which was half-kneeling on the ground, let out a crisp sound, and the whole thing burst open, turning into a golden light and shattering, slowly disappearing between heaven and earth.

The Holy Beast has been completely defeated!

And at this time, the Holy Beast didn't even launch a third round of attacks.

Silence, deathly silence in the entire True Literary Realm.

Fan Hongyi's face turned pale, he never expected that his Ziqing Heaven would be penetrated, and the remnants of the Holy Beast would be blown away.

"This can't be!" Fan Hongyi felt his pride, which seemed to be broken with the penetration of Zi Qingtian......

Not only in the True Literature Realm, but even the Guanwen Palace, as well as the people who were paying attention to this feast throughout Yuehuatian, were completely shocked.

They never thought that the Holy Beast with the defense power of the True God would be defeated so quickly. A guy he didn't even pay attention to in the first place, actually beat him in the direction he was best at!

Fan Hongyi only felt that his throat was slightly sweet, his blood was surging, his face turned from white to red, and the palms in his sleeves were pinched together, so he forcibly suppressed the churning of his heart.

"How is this possible!" Princess Qinghui screamed as she looked at the Holy Beast that exploded on the light curtain. "It must be fake, it must be fake!"

"He really defeated the Holy Beast!" Princess Anping's eyes also burst into a burst of brilliance, staring at Shen Chai's figure. "What an amplified poem, a perfect match! This performance of Shen Chai, I am afraid that in recent decades, no one has been able to overshadow his limelight!"

"This, the Holy Beast, the third round is over, and it will be dispersed within an hour?" In the Guanwen Palace, Ji Chen and Ji Dan were all dumbfounded.

They had all participated in this kind of competition as princes, but they had never seen such a fast!

After a moment of silence, the entire hall burst into a roar and was completely boiling!

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