In the face of the praise of literary experts, Huo Zongtang had to thank him one by one, but he was repeatedly ashamed in his heart. This time, he borrowed the "Broken Chapter" by the poet Bian Zhilin in his previous life, which was concise and rich, rich in hazy beauty, and was widely circulated in his previous life and became popular. That Xu Qing was also unlucky, and he just happened to have a topic that was right on Huo Zongtang's mind, which was simply his own death, and he couldn't complain about others.

Of all the people present at this time, only Yu Suying still had hope for Xu Qing. She stared at him, hoping that he would fight back and strike back.

I saw that Xu Qing's face was blue and white for a while, obviously struggling in his heart. But no matter what he thought, he couldn't think of the slightest possibility of defeating Huo Zongtang.

Huo Zongtang's poem is simply impeccable! Moreover, he didn't even have half a minute to think, he read it out casually, as if it had been done a long time ago! But how is this possible? This topic is his own, and this kid can't be a prophet, how can he export it into a poem?

Impossible, impossible! This kid must have been a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse!

But even so, the topic is self-made, and even if you want to make excuses, there is no way at all.

His teacher Fang Yan sighed and said, "In this game, we admit defeat. ”

As he spoke, he pulled Xu Qing and walked away without looking back.

At this moment, the entire True Martial Arts Academy was boiling!

"Spike! Huo Zongtang killed Xu Qing in seconds! ”

"The little security guard counterattacked the literary genius, and the two short poems made Xu Qing look for teeth all over the place, relieving his anger, really relieving his anger!"

"Zhenwu was stepped on the door, but he reversed the victory in an incredible way, this is simply a legend in the history of Zhenwu!"

At this time, Huo Zongtang, who was surrounded by the crowd, had no time to share the ecstasy of victory with everyone. He closed his eyes slightly, his brow furrowed slightly, and the expression on his face was a little strange.

This is because a strange power is rising from his eyebrows, swirling in his mind, like a fish full of vitality and spirituality. The mind changes instantly, and the power also moves to the desired place in an instant, and the feeling of doing what you want is very mysterious.

He thought about his eyes, and the power filled his eyes, and his eyes were cool and comfortable. He thought about his nose in his heart, and the strength reached his nose, and many subtle smells around him were clear for a while, and they were several times sharper. He thought about his ears, and the power reached his ears, and the noise around him was magnified several times, and the sound of a leaf falling behind the crowd seemed to be heard so vividly......

So much so that several times, when the power flashed, it almost flew out of his skull, like lightning across the heavens and the earth.

Huo Zongtang even had an illusion that if this power was strong enough to a certain extent, he could use this power to conquer the world!

Could this be the soul power generated by literary cultivation?

It was an unprecedented feeling, Huo Zongtang seemed to find that a new world was slowly opening a crack in the door to him......

Wu Zhizhong and Dr. Qin, who were closest to him, smiled at each other, relieved and puzzled.

Literary creation can produce soul superpowers. This kid made two good poems in a row, and for a while his spirit fluctuated strongly, obviously his soul sublimated a superpower.

It's just that this superpower is so weak that it obviously doesn't match the level of the poems he wrote, what's going on?

Moreover, this kid really doesn't have half a mental superpower, which is not scientific......

In Liu Wu's office.

"Tell me, who wrote those two poems?" Liu Wu leaned back in his chair, knocked lightly on the table with one hand, and his eyebrows were a little stern.

Huo Zongtang and Liu Wu looked at each other for a long time, but there was no hint of emptiness in their eyes.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh and said with a smile: "The headmaster's eyes are really like a torch, and you can see it. To be honest, these two poems were the first drafts I wrote, and later Mr. Yan Zhenqing revised and polished them for me. ”

Huo Zongtang couldn't admit it, nor could he deny it, so he took Yan Zhenqing out as a cover. Anyway, he had already said that Yan Zhenqing's deeds were like idle clouds and wild cranes, and it was uncertain whether he had passed away, and Liu Wu and they couldn't check it at all.

Liu Wu nodded and said, "It turns out that Mr. Yan has moistened your pen, no wonder." I think those two poems can at least reach the level of bronze works and can be passed down for a hundred years. Such a level would not have been possible if it had not been modified by a master. ”

Bronze, silver, gold, and the temple, this is the hierarchy of Han Xing's power and organization. At the same time, it is also a hierarchical system for literary works and martial arts.

Literary works with a certain degree of influence, whether they are poems, novels, plays, or essays, fall into these four categories. The evaluation criteria mainly depend on the length of time it has been circulating, the number of people affected, the level of the "Wendao" it contains, and the strength of its spiritual superpower......

The name of the bronze works sounds vague, but only those classics that have been passed down for a hundred years, or those that can touch the souls of at least 100,000 people, can enter the ranks of bronze works. Therefore, the bronze work is also known as a century-old classic.

As for those works that can only be circulated for decades and affect the souls of tens of thousands of people, they can only be classified as "quasi-bronze". Some people call these quasi-bronze works black iron works, but they are not officially recognized. In fact, even if it is not recognized by the mainstream, it is only possible to create it if it is a bachelor's degree or above, or some extremely rare geniuses.

Huo Zongtang's soul power is so thin and weak, I am afraid that no one will believe that he can suddenly write a bronze work. Unless...... He has been possessed by the spirit of literature, or the reincarnation of the legendary "Literary Daozang", and can be born to know.

But those are all ethereal legends, and they seem to be nonsense.

Liu Wu sighed again, feeling a little conflicted. "It's a pity, if this poem is really written by you completely independently, then we are really martial...... In the future, it is possible to step into the ranks of silver schools. ”

Huo Zongtang was still neither humble nor arrogant and said: "I believe that after the principal's teachings and my own learning, one day, I will make my own masterpieces." ”

The corners of Liu Wu's mouth suddenly pulled out a smile: "You cunning boy!" It's nice to say, but I'm actually afraid that I'll take back my life and won't let you enroll as a special recruit, right? ”

Huo Zongtang also smiled slightly, and made another student salute: "The principal is wise!" However, I believe that with the strength of the principal, he will not expel a hero who turned the tide and saved Zhenwu's reputation at a critical moment. In this way, everyone will talk about the fact that the principal does not distinguish between black and white, and the rewards and punishments are unclear, which will hurt the hearts of the students in Guangzhou. ”

"Besides, the evaluation of the True Martial Arts Academy's Shun lì Tong Guò Bronze Two Stars, I also contributed a little bit of effort. Although I am a small security guard, I am also a rare educated and literary little security guard, and I have left a lot of good impressions on the experts, and the so-called hard work without merit ......"