It's March, and the wind is beautiful.

"Fairy Lake, in ancient times, it was called Xianmengze, this lake is three thousand miles longitudinal and horizontal, the shape is like the hand of an immortal, like a palm of a cactus, printing out this surging lake, it is really a heavenly creation. ”

Upstairs on Wanghu Lake, Li Shouyi, a teacher at Yunshan Academy, led a group of students to study and go on a spring trip, telling them about the origin of Fairy Lake.

"Look up, the inscription poem on the Wanghu Tower is the inscription written by Cheng Muming, a scholar of the current dynasty!"

Following Li Shouyi's hope, a student recited the Tao - in the thought of a thousand lives and annihilation, he did not realize the immortal lake and the sky!

"Good, good, good poetry!"

"Majestic, like a stroke of genius!"

"It's worthy of Cheng Muming Cheng University, I'm ashamed!"

"Needless to say, Cheng University Scholar is a great Confucian in the world, and his knowledge is unfathomable!"

......

A group of students were amazed and eager to write a 10,000-word essay that exhausted all the beautiful words in the world to praise these two poems.

In the box not far away, a white-haired old man, who seemed to hear their praise, smiled and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Teacher, listen, they are all praising your verses!"

The young man next to him, dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe, was extravagant.

"Your Highness, do you see the fisherman?" the old man pointed to an old man in the distance, wearing a hat and a robe, fishing quietly by the lake.

"What does the teacher mean?" asked the young man, confused.

"Don't be impetuous, in order to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai platform! Your Highness is a nobleman, and you should be as stable as Mount Tai and not be moved by these little things. ”

The old man took a sip of tea, and his face was like an ancient well.

"What the teacher is teaching is this!"

The young man nodded, and sat down.

However, at this moment!

A discordant voice rang out.

purring, purring, purring......

Actually, someone fell asleep.

In Li Shouyi's class, in front of the poems of Scholar Cheng, he fell asleep.

"Yi Chen, what are you doing?"

Li Shouyi shouted violently, and his face was flushed with anger.

"Here?"

Yi Chen looked at the unfamiliar environment in front of him, the strange people.

Suddenly!

In his mind, countless memories came flooding back.

It took him a while to come to his senses.

It turned out that he was born again.

Reborn again, back to this Xuanhuang world, which was almost created by him.

100,000 years ago, as an earthling, he was unexpectedly reborn in this strange world.

At that time, he suddenly found that his mind was filled with countless exercises from fantasy novels.

Maha Mahamudra, Three Realms Collapse Cannon, Wheel of Life and Death of the Heavens, Divine Elephant Prison Strength, Nine Character Secret, Great Void Technique, Fighting Sacred Method, Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, One Qi and Three Clears......

All the exercises, all the supernatural powers, all the mastery, in this world, all have become a reality, and all of them can be cultivated.

Moreover, except for him, everyone in the whole world didn't know how to cultivate.

One by one, just like primitive people, they only have some superficial and instinctive cultivation methods, and they can't be compared with the supreme mastery of them at all.

From then on, he became the creator of the entire Xuanhuang Great World!

It was he who created the Eight Great Families!

It was he who created the Ten Holy Lands!

It was he who made the great powers compete, and it was he who made the heroes submit!

Even the four secret realms of cultivation, and even each of the small realms, were named and defined by him!

100,000 years!

It took him 100,000 years to create this cruel world where strength is respected.

And he himself even crossed nine heavenly tribulations in a row and stepped into the realm of the Immortal Emperor.

However, even if it is the strongest, there will be a day when you will grow old.

In his last years, he was assassinated by his disciple Eternal Immortal King, who he brought up, and since then he has fallen and died.

"How can there be a 100,000-year-old prince in the world? Master, it's time for you to abdicate!"

Thinking of his last words, Yi Chen couldn't help but shake his head and let out a long sigh.

Alas!

You still can't hold back after all!

"Shake your head? What do you mean by shaking your head? Do you still think that Scholar Cheng's poetry is not good?"

Li Shouyi asked with a sneer.

This student, who usually doesn't learn and doesn't know how to sleep, even if he sleeps in class, he dares to be disrespectful to Cheng University, which is simply a big rebellion!

"Do you say those two sentences? It's really not good! It's empty, but it's not meaningful. ”

Yi Chen glanced up and said casually.

The Xuanhuang Great World has always been based on strength, and any poetry is against it, it is all inferior things, and only remote and wild places will study these things.

He could see it at a glance - this place was desolate!

"Presumptuous, you are also worthy of evaluating the verses of Scholar Cheng?"

"Audacious, teacher, listen, is he still talking about human words?"

"Arrogance, too arrogant, how dare you belittle Cheng University students like this!"

......

A group of students were furious, pointing at Yi Chen is scolding with a slashing head and covering his face.

Because Cheng Muming is not only a scholar of the dynasty, but also the author of the annual imperial examination, it can be said that he is a teacher who reads all over the world.

In the eyes of these students, he is a fairy-like figure, a saint of the time, and there is no room for contempt.

"Teacher, I'll let Jing Zhaoyin severely punish this person and give the teacher justice!"

"Your Highness, why be angry, listen to what he has to say. To govern the country is to listen to these ugly words. ”

The old man smiled and poured him a cup of tea.

"But ......"

The young man wanted to say something, but saw the old man pointing to the fisherman by the lake.

"Humph!"

He snorted angrily, but sat down obediently.

......

"There is a big form, but there is no carelessness? Okay, okay, you can really say, then you will compose poetry. I'll give you ten steps, and you can write me a poem that is far better than Cheng College Student!"

Li Shouyi said with a sneer.

He has been looking at Yi Chen for a long time, and he just took this opportunity to make this kid whole.

Ten steps to poetry?

Far better than being a scholar?

How is this possible?

It's clearly deliberately difficult!

Hearing Li Shouyi's request, many students laughed one after another, waiting to see a good show.

Even he, a small college student, dared to belittle the poetry of Cheng University in public?

Now, Mr. Li deliberately corrected him, and Yi Chen deserved it, and he did it himself!

"Ten steps into a poem?" Yi Chen was stunned.

"Why? Can't you do it?"

The sneer on Li Shouyi's face became more and more sarcastic.

Yi Chen shook his head.

"I knew it. ”

"Hehe, I just said crazy words, but now I can't do it again. ”

"Cut, it's boring. ”

......

As soon as everyone's ridicule sounded, a smile appeared on Yi Chen's face.

"Ten steps is too much, eight steps is enough. ”

Eight steps into a poem?

Is he crazy?

How is this kind of thing possible?

That's the poetry of Cheng Muming, the great Confucian of the world, not to mention ten steps and eight steps, even if he is given ten days and half a month, it is impossible to surpass!