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"Oh my God, what kind of vision is this?"

"It's talented, it's talented...... I didn't expect to be able to see ...... in my lifetime."

"It was made by the prince, it was made by the prince, and it was the ...... that was so angry, and it was so angry."

Most of the literati who watched the war were moved to tears after tasting this poem.

The prince understands them!

The sentence 'draw the knife and cut off the water is more flowing, and raise a glass to eliminate sorrow and sorrow', it is simply amazing......

It's a true portrayal of them.

At this moment, hundreds of thousands of young people who were unwilling to do so, while bursting into tears, unreservedly dedicated their faith.

Lin Yu stood on the White Cloud Pagoda and felt the sudden surge of faith power from the Talent Palace, and the golden light shrouded in the sky, with a strong aura of talent.

He found ...... Xiuwei is rubbing upwards.

Mid-Grandmaster ......

The talent is still skyrocketing, too much...... A brilliant poem, plus the faith of hundreds of thousands of literati.

That is nearly tens of thousands of cups of liquefied talent, and this talented poem is also worth nearly 10,000 cups of liquefied talent.

It's still the purest kind.

The two sisters of the Zhu family looked at Lin Yu on the White Cloud Pagoda blankly, their eyes were filled with tears, and they were already impressed by their talent.

Talented......

The seventeen-year-old prince has written talented poems, which will surely shake the ancient and modern, no one before or after.

Wu Yabin, the commander of the Jinyi Guard, also couldn't believe his eyes.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would definitely not have believed that Lin Yu would make talented poems.

How pleased would Your Majesty be if he found out?

But...... Thinking that Lin Yu had comprehended the sage's mental method, Wu Yabin slowly accepted this result in his heart.

But those literary families, princes and nobles...... It's hard to accept.

Is this a poem that the prince can compose?

He's from a folk background......

Who is the teacher?

But the facts happened in front of them, and they had to admit that Lin Yu was simply a demon......

The academy Tianjiao Fu Qingchen knelt on the ground...... The pious are not like words, and a million hearts are convinced.

The originator of chess, even his poetry is outstanding to such a point, who can compare with the whole world?

......

"Impossible!"

Emperor Fu Jingyun, the head of the academy, looked at Lin Yu who was shrouded in golden light with red eyes.

The other Tianjiao of the academy were even more like being struck by lightning, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably?

They unveiled the scrolls they had made, and the talents of heaven and earth were identified, except for Huangfu Jingyun and several other academy Tianjiao, who had reached the talent around the body......

There is not even a single poetry that has been empowered by talent.

“......”

The academy celestials were silent.

"Don't you say that if you have a bamboo in your chest, you will make a poem that empowers talents?"

"When did Ben Son say that?"

The academy celestials abused each other, and a few even scuffled......

At this moment, the vision of heaven and earth disappeared, and the talent in the golden light was also absorbed by Lin Yucai's palace, and his cultivation had reached the middle and late stages of the grandmaster.

It's ...... The Wendao monk who has improved the realm the fastest in history.

No stress.

"Even if you make a poem that gives you the empowerment of talent, is it useful?"

Lin Yu smiled and shook his head as he looked at the scene of the academy's Tianjiao nest fighting.

They almost fought for a talented poem, does it make sense?

Can it still be compared with Li Xian's poems?

The academy Tianjiao was stunned......

That's right, even if you make a talented poem, you can't win the prince's talented poem.

What's the use of arguing?

"I'm a master of the capital, I have recorded the lottery heads of all the holy sons, let's take them out...... The gentleman is frank, don't be a rope camp dog thief, it's just that it will disgrace your academy and make the palace look down on you......"

Lin Yu said, the faith has been harvested, and the next thing must be a wave of lottery, otherwise, how boring is it?

Could it be that Li Bai's big poems and essays let him pretend to be forced?

This is especially an insult to the predecessors.

Of course, it also has to be a wave of colorful heads, and a wave of the face of the holy son of the academy can be stepped on.

Huangfu Jingyun's face was extremely difficult to see, and the Tianjiao of the academy all looked like dead parents.

It's worse than swallowing a bunch of fly droppings.

"Stealing poetry, you definitely steal poetry......"

Huangfu Jingyun was unwilling, he was the 200,000 silver taels, and he had the talent and magic power of Xuanpin.

If you don't have any belongings, how will you gain a foothold in the college in the future?

Click!

However, a bolt of lightning suddenly slashed down from the nine heavens, pointing directly at Huangfu Jingyun, a dazzling light, and everyone couldn't open their eyes.

When Lin Yu and the people on the White Cloud Pagoda opened their eyes, their expressions suddenly became weird.

Huangfu Jingyun scolded Lin Yu for stealing poetry just now, but what was waiting for him was a vision of talent that had not completely dispersed in the Nine Heavens, and a thunderbolt directly struck him.

"Shame on you, that stealing poetry can cause such visions?"

Maolin Gongzi raised his eyebrows at this moment, his face didn't look like dead ashes, and the whole person looked like he had been beaten with chicken blood.

Several peerless masters also felt very comfortable, whistling a little.

It's so enjoyable.

Huangfu Jingyun is not an ordinary academy Tianjiao, this is the first person in the academy young Tianjiao, and a genius in the later stage of the grandmaster.

Unexpectedly, he was willing to gamble and refused to admit defeat, resulting in being hit by five thunders......

Huangfu Jingyun's face was scorched, and the lethality of the thunder and lightning was not high, it just made him embarrassed.

But this scene also made the literati in Beijing sneer, the academy is arrogant, but that's it......

Even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who is sixteen or seventeen years old, can't compare.

Do you still want to fight against the Great Xia court? Daydreaming, self-fantasizing......

After being struck by lightning, the academy Tianjiao had nothing to say, and then obediently handed over the color head, silver ticket, talent, magic power, elixir, and talent......

Maolin Gongzi and others, according to the detailed list of records, collected the lottery, and their faces also returned to the glory of their former self-confidence.

Degassing, unprecedented degassing.

A few days ago, the Dongcheng people were too ruthlessly defeated by the academy Tianjiao, and they lost all face, but now, the prince fought fifty-seven Tianjiao alone, and won for the first time.

At the same time, Su Xiaomo also rushed to the Baiyun Tower excitedly, and happened to see the scene of Mao Lin Gongzi and others closing the lottery, and regretted it.

He originally wanted to come up, but he was worried that Lin Yu would lose too badly in front of him and would not have the face to meet him in the future.

I didn't expect to miss such an exciting scene.

Academy Tianjiao, watching all the belongings being taken away, his face was extremely pale.

Especially Huangfu Jingyun, who was handsome for only three seconds, was struck by thunder.

"No, this Son is still going to compete with you......"

Huangfu Jingyun is unwilling to lose like this, his belongings have been lost, what will others think of him when he returns to the academy?

I'm afraid the teacher will sweep him away.

So, he wanted to win.

Lin Yu glanced at the embarrassed Emperor Fu Jingyun, and said curiously: "It's okay to compete with this palace if you want to, but ...... This palace is for lottery heads, do you have it?"

Do you have one?

A word, like a steel knife, was inserted into Huangfu Jingyun's heart, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

PS: 1:33 AM

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