Chapter 67 The poem becomes a weeping ghost and god

"That's not right! Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info This is clearly a cheating father?!Who is full of food, their own points are not enough, and they have to take out half of their grades to help others?"

When the assessment disciples who were listening heard the words of the chief examiner, they frowned, looked at their companions beside them, but shook their heads. One is prosperous, and one is lost. To put it nicely, this is simply a loss of money! A fool would agree.

The honest young man looked at the assessment disciples who were meditating around him, and stepped forward to inquire, but he was met with a cold reception. Even many of the assessment disciples cursed and told him to get out, and in desperation, he had to continue to look for the target.

It didn't take long to walk in front of Jiang Feng, and seeing that Jiang Feng was not like other assessment disciples who were thinking and meditating, looking forward to making a masterpiece, but instead sat cross-legged on the table and slept, his heart suddenly became cold, and he just opened his legs and planned to leave. On second thought, I had failed so many times before, and no one teamed up with me, and the people behind me should be about the same. Although the young man in front of him was sleeping, it was not an opportunity, and a light flashed in his eyes.

The honest young man turned to the examiner, pointed at Jiang Feng, and said, "Examiner, I have thought about it." I'm in a group with him. ”

The examiner saw a touch of surprise in the eyes of Jiang Feng and the honest young man who were dozing, and nodded lightly, and he should agree.

"Nima, who told me that honest people are honest. Whoever says this to me again in the future, I will be anxious with whom. Fairy tales are all deceitful, hearing is false, seeing is believing. Practice makes sense!"

"The whole world celebrates, and the people are happy. The anchor was tricked. ”

"I really want to know what kind of expression the anchor will have when he wakes up and knows that his grades have been divided in half by this honest boy?"

"Don't mention these useless things, I just want to know that the anchor wants to use the poet's poems to pretend!"

"I bet on a pack of spicy strips, and the cliff is Li Bai's. ”

"Cut, what is Li Bai. I bet on a pack of small steamed buns, and I give up my illness. ”

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The live broadcast room is always chatting and chatting, and the audience who was still laughing at the anchor was made troubled by the barrage that led to the battle in an instant, and the five thousand major talents from Mercury appeared in turn, so it was not lively.

At this moment, Jiang Feng closed his eyes and recuperated, silently digesting the Lei Yan swallowed into his abdomen. Even if the "Hell Furnace" can be suppressed and transformed into the spiritual power of the heavens. But there is a degree of transformation, and once this degree is exceeded, it will cause indigestion. Jiang Feng is in such a situation now, and he sighed slightly in his heart, thinking that seeing the protagonist in the novel before was not like drinking water, there were no taboos. There are many drawbacks to him, and there is still no protagonist to die!

Time is quiet, the sun is sinking, the moonlight is vast, and the endless moonlight is sprinkled. I saw that one after another amazing works were born among the many assessment disciples, directly attracting an ancient star among the heavens and stars. There are all kinds of incredible wonders in rewarding these people who have achieved literary talents, suppressing their own luck, and promoting the improvement of martial artists.

"There is still a stick of incense time before the assessment. Please hurry up and wait for the disciples who have not yet completed the assessment. ”

Looking at the assessment disciples who were still answering, the chief examiner frowned, looked at the moonlight, took a sip of wine, and said.

"What should I do? I haven't written it yet?"

When the few disciples who had not finished the article heard that there was still a stick of incense, their hearts suddenly burst out, their foreheads were sweaty, they were nervous, and the movements in their hands also sped up by three points.

At this moment, Jiang Feng digested the last trace of Lei Yan in his body, opened his eyes slowly, looked at the hazy moonlight, and said secretly: "It's already dark?"

"It's okay, it's okay, the anchor finally woke up. Otherwise, this assessment will not be wasted. ”

"Anchor, don't rub it off, it's time to pretend to be forced. Hurry up and come up with your amazing work, or you really won't have time. ”

"Hurry up!

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When his mind entered the live broadcast room, Jiang Feng was stunned for a moment when he looked at the barrage, only to realize that he had almost overslept. Secretly said a sin, wrote hard in his hand, and the simple and wild words jumped on the paper.

"Look, the sleeping ghost is up. I want to make a great article in such a short time. Even though he has a monstrous talent, he has the ability to be immortal. I'm afraid I can only end up at the end. ”

"Hehe, a powerful reckless man, he really thinks he is both civil and military. ”

"Shhhhhh We can't compare to how reckless others are, you say it's not. Hahaha!"

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Seeing Jiang Feng, who finally got up to answer, many onlooker disciples showed a mocking smile, and did not hide their disparagement. vented his jealousy for him.

Even the Confucian man, who was the chief examiner, was not optimistic about a naughty boy like Jiang Feng, and shook his head slightly, intending to record their results.

At this moment, a monstrous celestial aura soared into the sky, alarming the entire assessment venue.

"What's going on, why is there a surge?"

Many strong people were shocked when they saw this monstrous atmosphere, and they all cast their eyes on this fourth assessment place, wanting to find out who made such an earth-shattering article.

The fourth level is in the assessment field.

Many of the assessment disciples and examiners were all taken aback when they saw this monstrous aura, and secretly said that it was impossible. How could a naughty boy who only knows how to sleep have such a monstrous literary aura, this is not scientific! Even a genius needs to think before he can make a masterpiece that has been handed down to the world, but Jiang Feng has slept from beginning to end without thinking at all! Could it be that he does not need to think to make a masterpiece that has been handed down to the world? Demon!

Jiang Feng held the dragon whisker pen in his hand, the pen walked the dragon snake, faintly let out the roar of the dragon, and evolved a virtual dragon shadow wrapped around Jiang Feng's fingertips, writing ancient characters with amazing literary brilliance. The magic ink is pitch black, turning into infinite darkness, adding bricks and tiles to this amazing talent.

Maybe it's because of the excessive force, the speed is too fast, the big pen falls, and I keep thinking of the sound of wind and thunder, as fast as lightning for a moment. The paper inkstone is swaying like a storm, and the pride is extraordinary. The purple dragon rice paper that flies up is even more beautiful if the catkins are facing the sky.

Under the blessing of the ancient stars, the purple dragon rice paper began to exude a little bit of literary light, evolving into a phantom of a character in the article, from one to two, two to three, and three to all things. Behind Jiang Feng, an immortal figure evolved to touch the top! After the dragon whisker pen was dotted, it completely took off the paper and turned into endless fairy light, surrounding Jiang Feng.