"Why are these two guys here?"

Lu Changsheng was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, the Bliss Banquet of the Jin Kingdom actually attracted these two guys over.

Under the Wen Pagoda, Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng walked together, but they did not wear the robes of Elder Da Luo, but wore brocade robes.

Liu Qingfeng is a little better, he looks very delicate, while Wang Fugui is fat and fat, and he still boasts that he is good at writing poetry?

"In the past few years, they have made every effort to make up for everything, saying that they are learning from their senior brothers, and they also want to become mortals."

Senior Sister Yun Rou chuckled.

Lu Changsheng couldn't help but be silent.

Is this called vanification? Glancing at it, Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng, wearing brocade clothes, looked like they had a lot of money, followed by four or five attendants, each carrying a lot of things, this is also called Huafan?

Are you sure this is not to come to the mortal world to enjoy?

Alas!

Sighing, Lu Changsheng knew that in this kind of place, if he met these two guys, there would be no good thing.

"Senior Brother Qingfeng, I'm not blowing, except for the Holy Lord of Da Luo, no one in the world can compare to me in terms of poetry."

Wang Fugui said with an oath.

Liu Qingfeng was even more surprised.

"Senior Brother Fugui, are you sure?"

Liu Qingfeng was very surprised.

"I'm sure, if you don't believe me, I'll show you what it means to climb to the top when the tower opens."

Wang Fugui is full of seriousness.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, in an instant, the entire Venta erupted with brilliant light, and the sound of a saint sounded.

"Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement!"

"The daughter is gone, and she will come back."

"The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."

The sound of the saint sounded, all of which were said by Lu Changsheng, and the Wen Pagoda roared, and then the eight doors opened by themselves, inviting the people of the world to enter and compose poems.

All of a sudden, I don't know how many talented and beautiful people walked in, and many monks also went in.

The pagoda is a Taoist vessel, which does not look very large from the outside, but after walking in, it is very empty.

It can accommodate 100,000 people.

"Senior brother, shall we go in?"

Senior Sister Yun Rou asked.

Lu Changsheng nodded, it doesn't hurt to walk in and take a look, just to see if Wang Fugui has grown over the years.

Soon.

Lu Changsheng and Qian Yunrou walked into the Wen Tower.

On the wall of the pagoda, there are white pieces of paper hung, on the white paper is written the title, to write poems with the title, if neat, get the approval of the pagoda, you can go upstairs, if not, you can only stay.

"Senior Brother Fugui, you quickly compose a poem, this question is very good, with heavy snow as the word."

On the side, Liu Qingfeng pulled Wang Fugui to compose a poem.

"Senior Brother Qingfeng, wait a minute, let me think about it."

Wang Fugui wiped the oil stains on his mouth, but frowned and looked at this question.

After a while, he spoke slowly.

"The snow is white, the grass and trees are frozen, the poor are wrapped in quilts, and the rich enjoy the snow."

When Wang Fugui said this, he sighed even more, and he had a feeling of sharing worries for the people.

Liu Qingfeng on the side fell silent.

Not only did he fall silent, but the talented people around him were also stunned.

Only a few of the entourages came with cheers.

"Good poem, good poem, Childe's poem, the first two sentences are described in a concise way, and the last two sentences are up to the poverty of the people in the world, a good quilt nest, which is both vivid and reasonable, the small one admires, the small one is really admired."

"Yes, yes, the poor people, when it snows heavily, can only shiver and roll up in the bed, while the rich people enjoy the snow, this poem, satirizing the gap between the rich and the poor, is really a great literati."

"It's unimaginable that Wang Gongzi is not only handsome, but also so good at writing poems, he is only eight buckets high, and he is really eight buckets high."

A few followers praised it head-on, and it was not easy to blow a soy sauce poem like this.

"Senior Brother Qingfeng, how is this poem?"

Wang Fugui asked Liu Qingfeng with a red face.

And Liu Qingfeng thought about it, to be honest, he really didn't have any research on poetry, although he felt that Wang Fugui's poem was not very good, but the problem was that these entourages said it very well.

After thinking about it, Liu Qingfeng gave an affirmative look and said, "It's very good, with the demeanor of an immortal senior brother." ”

He said.

Lu Changsheng on the side fell silent again.

Sure enough, Wang Fugui's ability to compose poetry is still so touching.

sighed.

Lu Changsheng really didn't know what to say.

However, as the talented people continued to compose poems, the staircase still did not appear, which means that Venta did not approve of their poems.

And just like that, time passed little by little.

A full hour passed.

100,000 talented people gathered, but no one went to the second floor.

Outside the Bunta, all the people of the entire kingdom or the monks looked at the Venta.

It's been an hour, and no one has been able to reach the second floor.

This is very rare, and on a normal day, someone may go upstairs in a quarter of an hour.

It's been an hour, and no one has been able to break through.

It's very puzzling.

In this way, after another half an hour, it was already late at night, and it was theoretically time for someone to climb the tower.

Climbing to the top may be an exaggeration, but at least thirty or forty floors should be there, right?

But there are 100,000 talents, and there is no shortage of truly literate people, but they still can't reach the second layer, which is really puzzling.

However, at this moment, a voice slowly sounded.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of paths and people disappear, lonely boats, fishing alone in the cold river and snow."

The voice sounded, calm and beautiful.

Twenty words, the lonely snow scene is described.

At this moment, all the literati were silent.

This poem is too beautiful.

And in the Venta, the color of the snow scene appears.

On the snowy river, an old fisherman fishes alone in the cold middle of the river.

There is not a single bird in the mountains and rivers, between heaven and earth, pure and silent, spotless, and silent.

The geniuses were shocked.

However, at this moment, Liu Qingfeng and Wang Fugui were also shocked.

The two of them turned their heads and looked at Lu Changsheng with incredible eyes.

Although they couldn't make out Lu Changsheng's appearance, they could distinguish his voice.

Just, right now.

The ancient Venta shook.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The entire pagoda burst out with immeasurable light, and the terrifying talent turned into a beam of divine light, reaching into the sky.

In the tower, the picture of the saint hanging on the wall also shines brightly.

Lu Changsheng was also surrounded by extremely extraordinary talents.

A virtual shadow of the palace appeared behind Lu Changsheng, and a saint manifested and showed extraordinary.

At this moment, the entire Jin Kingdom was shocked.

Outside the Vent Tower, there are four mirrors that allow people outside the Vent Pagoda to see the scene inside.

The wooden mask on Lu Changsheng's face also collapsed by itself at this moment.