When the poetry meeting was in full swing, Shen Feng was busy and sat in his room to practice the Divine Technique of the Heavens.

One after another mysterious breaths rushed towards him, Shen Feng's body was all collected, and after the mysterious breath ran in his meridians for a week, all of them converged in his dantian. His strength is also constantly increasing.

Shen Feng heard Su Xian say that this kind of mysterious aura is called 'source qi' by the people in the rivers and lakes, believing that it is the origin of the world. It can help martial artists practice.

The cultivation of martial artists in the world is divided into five realms: one realm of origin, two realms of refining gods, three realms of natal life, four realms of separation from the dust, and five realms of enlightenment.

This is the realm of martial arts cultivation, most people's strength is in the first and second realms, only a few people can reach the third realm, and the martial artists of the three realms are also known as first-class masters, and the four realms are super-first-class masters, those are all ancestors-level figures of major family sects, and they will not make a move easily. As for the Five Realms Qitian, that is the legendary realm.

And cultivation must have exercises, and only the stronger the exercises, the stronger a person's strength will be.

It is rumored in the world that the Heavenly Divine Technique can help people reach the Five Realms and even surpass the Five Realms, even if it is just a rumor, it is enough to set off a bloody storm in the rivers and lakes.

As for whether he could surpass the Five Realms, Shen Feng didn't know, but with Shen Feng's continuous cultivation, Shen Feng's strength had been infinitely close to the Four Realms of Separation from the Dust, and he was only one step away from reaching the strength of the Four Realms and becoming a super-first-class existence.

As for why Shen Feng's cultivation speed was so fast, Shen Feng was also quite confused at first, and after he explored for a long time, he found that when he brought the soft sword with him, his cultivation speed was terrifying, as if the soft sword had a natural attraction to the source qi.

Time passed, and Shen Feng continued to run the exercises, falling into endless practice.

At this time, the Mirror Lake Poetry Club was nearing its end.

"Miss, why don't you send the poems up," Seeing that the poetry meeting was coming to an end, but his own young lady still had no preparation for action, and Wu Lao even thought that his young lady was deliberate. I couldn't help but remind.

Li Yunran looked at Wu Lao's appearance and said with a grin: "Wu Lao, think about it, if at the end of the day, when everyone thinks that the leader has been born, we go up and grab the first place, wouldn't it be wonderful."

As soon as Wu Lao heard this, he understood that his own young lady had committed another crime with a playful temperament. He could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

"Haha, Brother Xie, it seems that the leader of this poetry meeting is in your pocket," a group of men dressed in brocade clothes congratulated the man in white in front of him.

The man in white looked at the group of people with a smile on his face, and said modestly: "Haha, now the poetry meeting is not over yet, and the final result is not yet known." ”

The tone was casual and humble, but the smug look in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

"Hey, Brother Xie is too modest", and a group of people started a new round of flattery.

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…… ：

Not far away, a person looked at their extremely proud appearance, quite angry.

Turning to one of the people beside him, he asked, "Brother Lin, is the master you said coming?"

The man surnamed Lin smiled and asked, "What, I can't stand it." ”

The man gritted his teeth and said, "Seeing his arrogant appearance, I panicked." ”

The man surnamed Lin smiled bitterly: "Actually, I don't know."

"What."

……

……

Li Yunran took those Tang poems plagiarized by Shen Feng, jumped to the poetry delivery office, handed them over to the special person, and came to the boat, underestimating the case as she walked: "Hehe, watch a good show." ”

In the middle of the island

When everyone saw it, they sent new poems. One of them frowned and asked, "Why are there still poems sent?"

The other person smiled and said, "Isn't it over yet, bring it to me and take a look." He took it and looked at it and immediately lost his voice, he couldn't stop shaking, and his eyes almost didn't pop out.

One of the people next to him noticed his strange appearance and asked, "Hey, man, are you alright?"

He handed the paper to the man, "Look for yourself." ”

When the man saw it, he immediately looked the same as his predecessor,

Their anomalous appearance immediately attracted the attention of others, and the two passed the poem on to others.

After seeing it, everyone was shocked.

Then someone sighed and said, "It's really God's work,"

"yes."

"But the people who participate in the poetry meeting today are all young people, and even if we wait for this kind of poetry, we may not be able to make it, does a young person have this ability?"

"But I really haven't seen these poems,"

"Maybe it's the older generation who wrote it for the younger people to participate in the poetry meeting."

"This ......"

"It's true," everyone looked up when they heard the voice, only to see an old man with gray hair say slowly.

This person is Xiao He, the leader of the poetry circle.

Xiao He saw that everyone looked at him in surprise, raised a letter in his hand, and said with a wry smile: "I don't want to believe it either, but the emperor sent a letter to testify to this matter, and this poem was personally sent by Her Royal Highness the eldest princess." ”

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, "Your Majesty also came to the scene of the poetry meeting, could it be that this poem was written by Your Majesty." ”

Xiao He said slowly: "Your Majesty did come here to pay attention to the poetry meeting, but these poems were not written by Your Majesty. ”

Xiao He was silent for a while and said, "Okay, let's announce the leader, Your Majesty has also sent a holy decree." ”

Hearing the holy decree coming, everyone was shocked at this time.

Everyone followed Xiao He to a high platform on the shore of a small island.

Seeing the protagonist appear, the mirror lake was quiet in an instant.

"Haha, Brother Xie is here, congratulations."

The man surnamed Xie pretended to say again: "Where and where, it has not been announced yet, and the result is not yet known." But he said so, but got up and dismounted, ready to walk towards the island.

Xiao He shouted loudly: "Now I announce that the poetry meeting will end here, and the leader of the poetry meeting will be ~" Xiao He deliberately paused before saying again: "Shen Feng." ”

When the man surnamed Xie heard this, he stumbled and almost fell off the boat.

Whispers were heard all around. "What, the leader is not Brother Xie."

"Haha, it's a shame now,"

"Hmph, pretend."

All kinds of disdain and ridicule came one after another, and the happiest of them was the man surnamed Wang.

"Haha, let you pretend to be forced, pretend to be a failure, you deserve it," the man surnamed Wang yelled. His poems are not as good as those surnamed Xie, but he is happy to be able to see the surname Xie who is deflated and embarrassed, and in his opinion, as long as the surname Xie is not the first, it doesn't matter who wins the capital of the other people.

The man surnamed Xie heard all kinds of voices around him, where was there still a little bit of a humble gentleman's appearance, his face was gloomy and terrifying, if Shen Feng was in front of him now, he would definitely devour Shen Feng alive.

"Quiet" Xiao He saw all kinds of voices coming from around him and shouted.

Xiao He took out the holy decree after seeing that the surroundings were quiet, and said loudly: "The holy decree has arrived." ”

Everyone was shocked, and immediately knelt down and saluted.

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor said, the poet Shen Feng has superb poetry and literary attainments, and won the first place in the poetry club, and is specially given the name of the poetry god, which is admired."

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live".

Since then, the poetry meeting has ended completely, and the name of the god of poetry has spread throughout the city at a very fast speed.

And the protagonist of this matter, Shen Feng, was still practicing in his room, until there was a 'click' sound from his body, he slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and ended his cultivation, his eyes were bright. He whispered to himself, "I have finally reached the fourth realm. ”

He stood up and moved his muscles, and there was a crackling sound.

(Will anyone scold me for Shen Feng's cultivation too fast, in fact, I borrowed from the role of the big torture sword in the 'Sword Dynasty', is it about to become invincible?) Yes, the strength of the protagonist will become a bug in the text, but rest assured that the protagonist will generally not shoot.) The impact is not very big, don't scold me. ）