At this time, the evil monarch said again: "Of course, this intellectual competition must also be divided into stages. There are more than 500 people present, first of all, of course, there must be a knockout round, everyone has five chances to answer the question, all five times are correct, and only those who pass can carry out the official competition. ”

Hearing the words of the evil king, everyone who was still in fantasy instantly sobered up.

Someone asked: "So, does it mean that if you don't pass the knockout round, it is impossible to get points and exchange them for treasures?" ”

The Evil Lord played with his fingers: "Not bad. ”

The hall was quiet for a long time, and seeing that no one had any questions, the evil monarch half-squinted, "Then now, the knockout round begins." ”

Everyone held their breath and waited for the title of the evil king!

Suddenly, as the evil king's voice fell, countless pieces of red silk instantly hung down in the hall, and on each piece of silk, there were large characters with messy ink, upside down, and strange shapes.

These silks, which hung down like a red waterfall, were hanging in front of everyone, and it was a little difficult for the people who were also hanging above the hall to see it, and the reason for the low recognition of this word made it even more difficult to walk.

Yun Tianxun looked at the words on the big red satin in front of him, and the more he looked at it, the more his brows wrinkled, and Feng Yu was the same. The two stared at the red silk for a long time, then glanced at each other in unison, and finally looked at the evil monarch together.

Yun Tianxun's eyes were complicated: "Dare to ask the evil monarch, which master wrote these graffiti-like words?" ”

Although the evil monarch listened to Yun Tianxun's words strangely, Yun Tianxun's sentence of "master" really made him proud, and his handsome face showed a little smugness, "Of course it's Benjun." How about it, little girl, this silver book is good, right? ”

Yun Dumping: "Hehe...... "Are you sure this is not wild grass?"

"Poof! Regular script?! Chu Xuanye couldn't help laughing, he kept patting Gu Ling's shoulder, laughing forbearably. 33

Everyone also cast questioning glances.

That writing a character that looks like a three-year-old child learning is actually a regular script that has always been known for its elegance and standardization? Especially, what do they think about it so upside down?

The evil monarch was a little uncomfortable by everyone's suspicious and resentful eyes, and coughed lightly: "The books on this red silk are the first half of some poems in ancient times, as long as the corresponding second half of the sentence is written on the red silk." ”

Yun Qian raised his eyebrows, verses from ancient times? This should be the ancient poems left by a prosperous era in the Silver Fall Continent before the blank history of the War of Gods and Demons.

She also learned about the history of the Yinluo Continent in Penglai. This continent used to ...... There is no way to cultivate spiritual power. According to historical data, this continent was a spiritual practice three thousand years before the unification of the evil monarch. That is, a thousand years before the blank history.

There are ancient books in the Penglai collection, saying that there was no spiritual power cultivation method when the Yinluo Continent had a prosperous era, which was an era of heavy literature and light martial arts, so a lot of ancient literature was produced. Among them, poetry and music are the most popular.

And those ancient poems and songs, although they have gone through thousands of years, are like the water of the Milky Way.

However, nowadays, in this Yinluo Continent, which emphasizes martial arts and light literature and only looks at fists, few people pay attention to the cultures that have been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

Sure enough, not long after the Evil Lord finished speaking, a large group of people began to object!

Among them, Gong Yixi's biggest opinion: "What about good intelligence? Isn't this silent writing of ancient poems accumulating more than memorization? ”

The evil monarch was careless: "If you have intelligence, you can also rewrite the second half of the sentence by yourself." Benjun is also a person who has been cultivated by poetry, and can distinguish between the good and the bad. ”

Gong Yixi: "......"