Monsoon was puzzled that the two girls were here, but he didn't say anything, because at this time, the third question had already come out, and it was in front of several people. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This question is actually engraved on a stone tablet, although it is engraved on it, but it is not clear what is engraved on it, vague, very difficult, the harder, the more difficult, this is very strange.

At this time, two people walked in from the door, a middle-aged man, and a woman, the man was dressed in a gray robe, showing the color of majesty, and the woman looked extremely beautiful, luxurious and cold.

"Hehe, it's a bit interesting, one is upright, deep and introverted, the other is energetic and cold, presumably one of these two people is Confucianism, and the other is from the Valley of Hundred Flowers" Ji Feng thought in his heart, and he saw the identities of the two people clearly in a few glances.

"Hello, the two of us are the examiners who supervise you this time, and the stone tablet in front of you is a scribe's tablet, which has a huge literary atmosphere, and will also test different topics according to your different personalities.

In the end, we will judge your rank according to the level of the scribe's stele, this is your test, come over" The man looked down and said in a somewhat proud tone.

Scribe's Tablet, Wenqi? Interesting, Ji Feng smiled, looking at Han Su on the side, his face was dignified, and the two of them glanced at each other, but they also relaxed a lot.

On the other hand, the wind is traceless, and he looks like he has nothing to do with himself, obviously he doesn't care about these things, and he just intends to take one step at a time, but there is nothing.

And Ji Feng found that the two girls were not ordinary, when a man and a woman first appeared, the eyes of the two girls never left the woman's body, obviously thinking about something in their hearts.

But there was no time to think about it, more than 20 people slowly approached the stele together, and as they slowly approached, the handwriting on the stele was slowly revealed.

The scene in front of everyone is different, so there is no question of competition, and what Monsoon is not facing at this time is a piece of nothingness.

"What is this? Something is as if it were made of nature? , right? What's the matter, are the rest of the people like me? Monsoon looked at the darkness in front of him and didn't know what to say.

Monsoon stayed idle, waiting for the topic to appear, but he didn't wait for anything, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"You bastard's stele, if it doesn't come up again, believe it or not, I smashed you!" Monsoon couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily.

Just as the monsoon was about to rage, there was a buzzing sound in the stone tablet space, and then, a white light appeared, turning into a large character.

'Bamboo'

Immediately afterwards, a few small words appeared below: 'Take bamboo as the theme, compose a poem'

Ji Feng looked at it and smiled, "Drink, give you face, it's not that Young Master Ben is angry to show it, it's really cheap."

Monsoon scolded for a while, looking very disdainful, but a few people outside looked shocked.

Why? The rest of the people came out of the illusion slowly, only Monsoon was still here, without the slightest reaction, it was all a quarter of an hour, and I don't know what happened inside.

The man couldn't help it, and wanted to guide the monsoon to get away, but the woman on the side stopped him and said, "This scribe's tablet is a spiritual thing, if you do it without permission, something happens, it must not be something that the two of us can bear, let's wait a while."

The man was also very worried about the situation of the scribe's monument, so he was a little anxious, and after the woman's reminder, he stopped, but the worried expression still showed that he was uneasy in his heart.

Although Ji Feng is not a celebrity Confucian, but he is responsible for the history of 5,000 years in China, and this world is not comparable at all, there is naturally no problem with poems about bamboo, so I chose Zheng Banqiao's poems, there should be no problem.

"Insist that Qingshan does not relax,

The roots are in the broken rock.

Thousands of blows are still strong,

Ren Er's east, west, north and south winds. ”

After a long time, the people outside were still waiting for the monsoon to break away, because this was something that had never been encountered for many years, and the man, as a Confucian disciple, was naturally very worried.

At this moment, the scribe's tablet that did not move at all changed, and a white light rushed out, flying towards the sky, and in an instant, endless righteousness surged around, hitting the monsoon.

"What's going on?" The woman looked at the scene in front of her and said in shock.

The rest of the people were also very shocked, after each of them finished the test, their level results were revealed from the stele, like a thermometer, the higher the white light on the stele climbed, the higher the level, but they had never encountered something like the monsoon, and the literary spirit of the scribe tablet actually rose to the sky.

"This is? Eloquence? How can it be? This is a power that only a cultivator who has been promoted to a great Confucian can have, how could this happen to a person who has not practiced Wenqi, and it is also produced in the stone tablet of the test of the scribe tablet, what is going on? The man looked puzzled, looked at Monsoon and said.

"Eloquent, Confucian? What kind of monster is this," the woman said in shock as she looked at Monsoon.

And in the center of this whirlpool of culture, Monsoon enjoyed it very much, muttering, "I see, this is culture, and it is really an interesting energy"

Monsoon is also a matter of chance, I didn't expect that after this poem blurted out, there was such a big movement, and the fantasy space of this scribe's monument shook, and there was an extraordinary sound.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Feng received a message from the scribe tablet, which was an exercise on the cultivation of Wen Qi, but Ji Feng could see that this exercise was no worse than that of Tian Yong City, and it was very advanced.

Ji Feng's understanding of Wen Qi is very thorough, but Ji Feng has not passed the kind of cultivation method of literati.

The way for literati to cultivate Wenqi is to condense the Wenxin, open up the Wenhai, and so on, but the monsoon is much simpler, through the technique of Tianyong City's star accumulation, combined to form a kind of Void Condensation Star Technique, but it is only the beginning, not yet complete, but this kind of power is a huge potential.

At this time, a white star slowly formed in the monsoon's sea knowledge space, constantly swallowing the literary energy, providing strength to this sea knowledge space...