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Each Tianbao tavern conveyed the news of the palace Qixi poetry meeting for the first time, especially under the storyteller's voice, Jiang Chen, the dark horse, went from an inconspicuous monk to a blockbuster, and then crushed Xiao Zuo to enter the top three, which was completely incisive. Let the people feel like they were at the scene and cheered.

For a while, Jiang Chen's reputation rose, and the streets and alleys of the entire Chang'an City were discussing him, and the limelight was directly overwhelming the Yuhou Wang. However, in the end, there are still different opinions about who will win the championship.

What they didn't know was that the atmosphere at the scene of the Wenwu Hall of the Imperial Palace at this time was quite strange.

Everyone saw that there were only three figures left of the contestants on the jade platform, Jiang Chen, Long Jun, and Fang Fengyu, all with strange faces.

Although the content of the three themes of killing immortals, killing demons, and killing people is different, the essence is not in line with the poetry of literati, which makes everyone speechless.

After thinking about it, Jiang Chen was a monk, Long Jun was a big fat man, and Fang Fengyu was a military general, and he felt relieved when he thought about it.

Half a stick of incense is lit, and the final has begun.

Jiang Chen and the three of them chose their own stone tables and sat down one after another.

Jiang Chen looked at the rice paper on the stone table, which was as white as snow, and did not immediately hold the pen, waiting for the time of the handwriting pill. Then his eyes closed and he fell into thought.

It took another three years for Yuanyang to buy a handwriting pill, and after calculating, he still had eight years left for Yuanyang. So the question is, according to the task reward given by the previous system, isn't it a blood loss? I spent so many years Yuan Yang just to complete the task, and the reward was far less than the cost...... Thinking of this, Jiang Chen shook his head, the system should not be so stingy, obviously there will be changes.

For example, the emperor recruited a husband for Li Shiyue, and deliberately had an extra martial arts fight, even if he won the championship at the poetry meeting, he had to pass the martial arts and the emperor decided after the end of the martial arts. As a result, the side quests of the system suddenly change, and the rewards are not even clear.

"The system boss is really humane." Jiang Chen cursed secretly and continued to wait.

Compared with Jiang Chen's calmness, Long Jun stared at the rice paper, a sneer arced at the corner of his mouth, and he was also not in a hurry to hold the pen, looking up at the sky.

The most eye-catching thing in the audience was undoubtedly Fang Fengyu, who looked confident, holding a brush and dancing in the dragon and phoenix, and his handwriting gradually emerged on the rice paper.

"Look, King Yuhou has started writing!"

"Master Sanzang...... It's a pity. ”

"Yes, murder poem! How could Master Sanzang, a compassionate monk, write such a poem. ”

"Don't talk about Master Sanzang, it is estimated that the dragon army is also confused."

"Who is the Dragon Army? I am in charge of the census of Chang'an City, and I don't have the surname Long. ”

"It should be somewhere else."

Most of the audience is no longer optimistic about Jiang Chen, even if they appreciate Jiang Chen, in comparison with reality, they have to be optimistic about Fang Fengyu.

However, after a few breaths, Fang Fengyu's sword eyebrows tightened, he stopped his pen, crumpled the written rice paper into a ball and threw it aside, took a new piece of rice paper again, and did not write immediately, falling into contemplation.

Obviously, the Demon Killing Poem was not so easy for Fang Fengyu.

In this atmosphere, the whole scene was inexplicably silent.

I don't know how long it took, but the weather changed drastically.

Suddenly black clouds rose in the sky, rolling and rolling, stretching and stretching! The cold wind howled, blowing everyone's robes, and also blowing the rice paper on the stone table, making a loud noise.

The black clouds are accumulating more and more, and the cold wind is getting stronger and stronger, like the end of the world!

This sudden change of sky can frighten everyone at the scene, and they have never seen such a fast speed of changing sky. It was a sunny day with a bright sun in the last breath, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to rain.

"Master Sanzang! Fang Fengyu! Write poetry! ”

Long Jun seems to have changed into a different person, the obscenity hanging on the corner of his mouth instantly froze, his face was serious, the fat body was a little curved, and now it was as tall as a mountain ridge, if Long Jun was a harmless big fat man before, then at this moment, he is a sharp sword that is being unsheathed!

For the change in the Dragon Army, not only was everyone surprised, but even Jiang Chen was puzzled, and he felt the seriousness of the matter at the next moment. Because, the prompt of the system is coming.

"Ding~ Journey to the West System Prompt: The host has triggered the main story quest, [Ignition before the Beginning of Journey to the West], Task Difficulty: Unknown, Task Details: Unknown, Task Reward: Unknown, Task Progress: 0%."

"Ding~ Journey to the West System Tips: The side quest has changed again, please adapt to the host."

The main quest has been triggered!

Side quest changes!

Jiang Chen hurriedly looked at his system attributes, and there was an increase in the side quest: the hundred demons are coming, cooperate with Marshal Tianpeng's clone to drive away the hundred demons.

Hundred demons? Marshal Canopy doppelganger?

Jiang Chen is becoming more and more confused, where are the hundred demons? Where is Marshal Tianpeng's doppelganger?

Don't......

Jiang Chen suddenly looked up at the sky like the end of the world, and then at Long Jun, who was quickly writing, no matter how stupid he was, he could guess what the situation was now. Although he didn't understand why he wanted to compose poems, Jiang Chen didn't waste any more time, and regardless of the time for handwriting pills, he picked up his pen and wrote.

Not to mention, the handwriting pill was really not eaten in vain, even if the time had not yet come, Jiang Chen's own handwriting was faintly moving in that good-looking direction.

At this moment, except for Jiang Chen, who nervously heard his heartbeat, other viewers who didn't know the truth, including the examiners, the Praetorian Guards, and even Fang Fengyu, didn't know that there would be a hundred demons soon.

With the poems composed by Jiang Chen and the others, the atmosphere of the scene became warm again, and in the eyes of the audience, they were only surprised by the changes in the weather, and they would not think much about it. What's more, the three of them wrote poems at the same time, leaving the problem of weather changes behind, discussing who can win the championship of this Qixi Poetry Festival, and whether they can get the emperor's appreciation after winning the championship.

Li Xun and other examiners are also looking forward to the poems of the three people, after all, they are three never-before-seen killing themes, what kind of level can they make, for them, the important thing is poetry, the desire for good poetry.

"Boom!"

However, a thunderclap that shook the entire palace suddenly sounded, centered on the Wenwu Hall and spread to all parts of the palace.

If anyone looks at the whole picture of the palace at this time, they will be shocked, except for the thundercloud storm over the palace, even an inch outside the city wall, there is no sign of black clouds, but the sun is shining.

"Is it going to rain?"

"Hurry up and end it, the place of the martial arts is in the Lin De Palace, and there is a ring seat building."

"Actually, I'm still looking forward to martial arts, so that Gaochang, Qiuzi, Tuyuhun, and Goguryeo can see the force of our Tang Dynasty."

The audience who watched the Qixi Poetry Festival in the Wenwu Hall still didn't pay attention to the weather changes, which was also a microcosm of the entire palace.

At this moment, Fang Fengyu's face was full of confidence, this time there was no pause on the way, the clouds flowed, and the handwriting danced on the rice paper.

Soon, Fang Fengyu stopped writing, and a poem jumped on the rice paper completely.

Fang Fengyu was just about to pick up the rice paper, but the rice paper seemed to have spirituality, floating strangely into the distance. At first, he thought it was blown by the wind, but when he soon floated in mid-air, he levitated on his own, and let the wind blow and did not move.

With such a change, everyone at the scene was obviously surprised.