The monks in the field were all stunned, immersed in the artistic conception of the poem for a long time.

Not only the monks present, but even Ling Hao also changed the relaxed and freehand on his face, and was free and easy.

Today's Ling Hao understands more and more the poet Immortal Taibai, his poems are wild and uninhibited, and often have a sense of majesty beyond the world. But under the majesty, there is a deep and tumultuous heart.

He can break his eyebrows and bend his waist to deal with the powerful, which makes me unhappy, but it is difficult for him to escape the fate of giving back the money.

Just like Ling Hao, the abolished spiritual root, the bumpy fate.

When he had finished reading the long poem, he felt empty and filled with only liquor, so he bent down, picked up the flask on the ground, and poured it into his mouth, but there was not a drop of the wine left in the jug.

He didn't have any wine, so he actually grabbed the wine jug on Feng Yan'er's food table, raised it high, and poured it to his mouth.

The crystal wine passed through the spout, turning into a thin stream and constantly falling, Ling Hao opened his mouth, let the wine fall, and his throat kept sliding, like a drunken maniac, drinking happily.

It's no wonder that he, the poem of the poet fairy Taibai, how can he not drink the wine in the pot. Don't forget that the poet fairy is also known as the wine fairy, the Son of Heaven can't get on the boat, and he claims to be a wine fairy.

The more I drank, the more drunk I became, and the more my heart hurt, the clearer it became.

Now he is not too white, he finally has the opportunity to break the shackles of fate and make the man in black who inflicted his unfair fate pay.

Thinking of this, Ling Hao's fighting spirit became more and more high, he threw the wine jug in his hand that was already no wine into the sky, and shouted: "Wine, give me wine." ”

It was also this shout that woke up the people in the audience. Only then did they suddenly realize that they had been robbed of their minds by the spirit of a long poem.

Even after Lou Tuo and Mu Fang woke up, they were afraid for a while, they looked at each other, saw each other's shock, I don't know when, their hands were already covered with sweat.

"If this son doesn't die, it will definitely bring a terrible storm to the cultivation world in the future!"

Even the minds of the two great monks were so agitated, not to mention the monks in the field.

Some of them are stupid, some are stunned, but there are a small number of monks who are different.

There was a kind of essence in their eyes, which was a precursor to the imminent breakthrough of the realm after their hearts had been cleansed.

Ling Hao's poem actually cleansed the monk's heart, allowing many monks present to break through the realm suppression.

"Good one, An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy. This is the heart of cultivation, and this is the original intention of cultivating the mind.

My generation of monks, since they have cultivated the Dao Dharma, they are not subject to the number of days and are not subject to secular control, otherwise they will embark on this path of cultivation and be used as a bird. ”

The cultivation of a monk is his own heart, and if his heart is reached, his realm will be deep. But the world, sects, enmities, and powerful often become shackles that bind one's heart.

And the sense of majesty brought by Ling Hao's poem actually made the monks break through the shackles and have a comfortable mood, which can really be said to have the grace of breaking the realm. Ling Hao invisibly became the master of these monks.

Many monks who were about to break through the realm stood up and bowed to Ling Hao.

"Thank you, Brother Ling, for the grace of breaking through the realm today, he will definitely repay him in the future."

However, Ling Hao didn't bother to look at them, and took advantage of the gap in the drinking to yell at them: "What's not kind, it's annoying, don't make Lao Tzu drink." ”

All the monks smiled, these monks were able to break through the spiritual array, and their qualifications were definitely outstanding, and they would definitely become a new force in the cultivation world in the future, supporting the sky of the cultivation world.

And Ling Hao actually ignored their thanks, and instead scolded them, which was really arrogant.

The monks couldn't help but sigh, those who can not stick to the world, such as today, I'm afraid there is only Ling Hao.

"You may not care, but I will repay the favor."

After the dozen or so monks finished speaking, they turned around and left, they must hurry up and use this opportunity to attack the higher realm.

Ling Hao continued to drink, but fortunately, Feng Yan'er and Su Qinxin came over in time to support him, so there was no trouble.

The rest of the monks, although the realm did not break through, they also benefited a lot. They commented on the poem.

"If Xiao Chengfeng's poem is full of fairy spirit and extraordinary weather, then how can this one be said?"

"Can't comment on it, I can't even think of words to describe it"

"No, no, no, you should say that, this poem by Immortal Master Ling is full of immortal spirit and extraordinary atmosphere.

Xiao rides the wind, the rhyme is neat, slightly average. Xu Dongsheng's poems are like shit! Hahahaha......"

The monks below were in a mess, and Lou Tuo finally stood up and spoke: "I announce that the result of this competition, Ling Hao won the championship, Xiao Chengfeng was second, Xu Dongsheng was the last, accept the punishment, everyone has no objection!" ”

"No, but why didn't the seniors comment on it?"

After hearing this, Lou Tuo was silent for a while and said, "I'm afraid I'm not qualified to comment on this poem." ”

What, even Lou Tuo said this, and everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Judging from Ling Hao's poems, whether it is quality or quantity, the artistic conception is outstanding. And it also has the effect of helping people break through, which can no longer be called poetry, it will surely become a famous story through the ages. Lou Tuo added.

"Holy, really? I need to write it down quickly, and if I sell it, I'll make a lot of money! Some business-minded monks said.

"Damn, you're so shameless, start so fast! I just came up with an idea, and you're working on it. ”

"Hehe, no way, who made me fast!" The monks vied to record Ling Hao's memorized psalms.

They didn't know how much impact this psalm would have on the entire spiritual world when it was transmitted. This psalm is sung like a dandelion seed, scattered with the wind to the ends of the earth.

Many years later, Ling Hao never thought that today's poem would become a big help on his journey.

But these are all later words, after Lou Tuo announced the results, Xiao Chengfeng's chest was simply angry.

This did not suppress Ling Hao's arrogance, but helped him become famous in the world, Xiao rode the wind with both hands and walked away.

"Brother Xiao, where is this going?" Xu Dongsheng hurriedly asked.

"Isn't it okay to go home and be confined?" Xiao Chengfeng said.

"I want to go too, together!" Xu Dongsheng desperately wanted to escape from this place.

As soon as he stood up, he found that there was a beautiful red figure in front of him. Feng Yan'er didn't know when she came to him.

"Xu Gongzi wants to leave now? Have you forgotten something important? ”

"Sister Yan'er, is there anything I haven't done?" Xu Dongsheng tried to pretend to be stupid and confused.

"If you don't come, others will forget, but I won't, hurry up and learn to crow."

Feng Yan'er was extremely playful, and a pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes flashed with bright light.

Xu Dongsheng saw in his heart, what kind of sect face, in front of her, completely ignored, actually listened to Feng Yan'er's words, and learned to crow.

Causing a burst of laughter, Feng Yan'er laughed even more sneeringly, and ran to Ling Hao's side, his words full of words of invitation. His eyes were even brighter and brighter, imprinted with Ling Hao's figure.

But she didn't know that behind her, Xu Dongsheng clenched his fists and cracked his teeth.

"For you, I can do anything, but why do you only have Ling Hao in your eyes, what's so good about that flowery carrot!"

At this time, Xu Dongsheng felt that the whole world was pressing on him, wanting to tear him apart, he walked out indifferently, and even forgot that he was the young master of the Haifeng faction, and walked out of the hall in despair.

Xu Dongsheng's departure had no effect on the banquet in the slightest, and the emperor, seeing the monk's enthusiasm, stood up and said:

"Monks, I promised that whoever won the first place in the contest would be given a great gift!

Now, Ling Hao Shaoxia has won the first place, and I won't hide it, this gift is ......"

The old emperor stood up vigorously, propped up his staggering body, and moved two steps to the right, revealing a palace costume and a touching Zhu Yu face.

He said directly: "My big gift is to marry the third princess Zhu Yumian to Ling Hao Shaoxia!" ”。

Hearing this, Zhu Yumian was so surprised that she covered her mouth with her hand, and she was shocked and ashamed, annoyed and happy when she married Ling Hao.

Ling Hao was the person she silently liked, and if she really married him, she would naturally be happy.