"It doesn't make sense that it's him, Feng Chan and Zhou Yu left one after another before, isn't it?" Guan Linglong secretly guessed, at this time she vaguely understood, maybe it wasn't that Feng Chan was inferior to Zhou Li. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I said how they came to the Banyan Forest together, and that article must have been written by Feng Zen. Jiang Yihong was depressed, he wanted to expose them, and he didn't want Feng Chan to become famous, which made him very entangled.

And Zhou Yu stood in the hall, holding the article in both hands, trying his best to hide his pride, and read aloud: "The way of national fortune lies in the sky, and when manpower is poor, do your best to wait for the destiny of heaven." A hundred years of hegemony, a change of dynasty and a thousand years of immortality, how many springs and autumns will the heaven and earth be Xuanhuang?"

When Zhou Li was disqualified by Mr. Wu, the students did not dare to discuss and question it. But as Zhou Yu recited the first paragraph, the discussion gradually sounded again, and it was difficult to suppress.

Especially Zhou Li, his face was full of unwilling resentment: that kind of dead wood and dusty, twilight articles can also be regarded as classics? ridiculous, simply unspeakable, Mr. must be blind!

He stared at Zhou Yu so hard that even Mr. Wu hated him, and scolded him in his heart many times. Zhou Li is full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but once he hates someone, all morals and ethics are put aside.

Mr. Wu cultivated so high, how could he not see the change in Zhou Li's expression, and he couldn't help but shake his head secretly in his heart. Fortunately, his entry qualification was cancelled in time, if there is such a person in Taoism, how unfortunate it is.

"I don't want to be reminded a second time. Mr. Wu said.

“...”

The students fell silent instantly, but their eyes and expressions were still full of disbelief and doubt. There were only a few people, who kept a quiet listening demeanor from beginning to end, waiting for Zhou Yu's next words.

Zhou Yu didn't care, and continued to recite with a smile: "The way of national fortune is with people, people are determined to win the sky, and half of the wall has no sun and moon for a long time. Bustling for 90,000 years, ever-changing endlessly......."

Hearing this, the students' reactions were the same as Zhou Yu's at that time, and they suddenly realized. If the first sentence is dead wood and dead ashes, then the second sentence is blue blood and danqing, full of the noble spirit of going against the current and making continuous progress.

The contrast between the two diametrically opposed sentences naturally highlights the two different spirits. But even so, there are still many people who doubt that this level alone cannot be regarded as a classic.

"It is indeed a masterpiece, Zhou Li's way of the world is inferior by more than one or two, but it is not a classic. Still, I don't know what the last paragraph is, is it the earth after the celestial beings, or..."Many people are speculating.

The earth is as thick as a load, and if the last paragraph is written on the ground, then the level of this article will rise even further. Everyone present was somewhat talented, and after hearing the first two paragraphs, many possibilities came to mind.

However, when Zhou Yu read out the last paragraph, it still shocked many people. They thought about many possibilities, but they didn't think of this sentence, and they felt like they were suddenly opened.

"The way of national fortune lies in the Tao, Yin and Yang ginseng creation!" Zhou Yu closed his voice and looked at everyone with a confident face, at this moment he was already a blockbuster.

A word that woke up the person in the dream, and after listening to it, my spirit grew. The audience couldn't help but admire, and there was no trace of doubt. Of course, just listening to it once doesn't increase much in mental power, it depends on what they have learned from it.

People with low comprehension only comprehend a little bit of the skin, and their spirit almost does not grow at all, while those with high comprehension comprehend the essence, and their natural spirit increases greatly. But even if the comprehension is high, it is far from being as good as the Feng Zen who created this article.

"Classic, definitely classic!" Liang Yuheng couldn't help but clap his hands in admiration.

"A good article on the dispute between heaven and man, the creation of yin and yang, the Tao has exhausted the truth of all things, and the essence of national fortune. When manpower is poor, people are determined to win the sky, yin and yang ginseng creation, and the avenue is endless. Gong Yangyu was full of emotion and bowed to the wind.

Zhou Li was dumbfounded, trying to find out a little mistake or omission to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, he had nothing to say. He sighed decadently, not to mention the last sentence, that is, the first two sentences could surpass him.

Jiang Yihong stared at Feng Chan's back, he didn't expect this guy to be so talented, but he was a fierce rival. Especially his Taoism, which has reached the master level, definitely has the entry qualification.

Guan Linglong is almost certain that Zhou Yu could not have written that kind of article, most of which were written by Feng Zen. She secretly glanced at Feng Chan, her eyes showed admiration and sadness, and finally bit her lip, a little unwilling.

Rong Xiyan was naturally proud of Feng Chan, and quietly turned her head and winked at him, and Feng Chan also smiled at her. The relationship between the two is delicate, and sometimes they don't need to speak, just a look at them.

"The article is indeed a classic, but is it really written by Zhou Yu?" After some praise, someone questioned.

When Zhou Li heard this, he immediately reacted, yes, even if the article is a classic, it can't be written by Zhou Yu. He must have spent money to find someone to write for him, and it is difficult to even write a masterpiece with his little ink, let alone a classic!

Zhou Li suspected that Zhou Yu had hired a master to write for him, so he got up again and said, "Sir, the student thinks that Zhou Yu can't write such classics!"

Anyway, they have all been disqualified from entry, and Zhou Li has been released this time, and he must expose Zhou Yu's true face. Both of them are surnamed Zhou, one is the son of Shangjia, and the other is a son of a poor family, and there is no relationship between them.

Hearing Zhou Li get up and question, the students all nodded, obviously all having the same idea. It's no wonder that Zhou Yu often invites guests to dinner, and he also recites poems against each other, but he says some limerick poems and spicy chicken pairs.

Many boys have been to restaurants with Zhou Yu, where they don't know his level, it's strange if they don't doubt it. It was Zhou Yu himself, with a calm and calm expression, who seemed not afraid of being questioned by others.

"Keep questioning, the more fierce you question, the more famous I am. Zhou Yu laughed secretly in his heart, he had already guessed this situation, but the article was here, and it was useless for anyone to question it.

"Zhou Yu, did you create this article?" asked Mr. Wu.

"Mr. Hui, this article is a disciple's inspiration like a spring, and the pen is like a god's work. Even the disciples were a little surprised after writing it, no wonder the students would question it. Zhou Yu had already prepared to speak.

"I don't believe it, even if you were inspired, you wouldn't be able to write a classic with your talent. I remember that you wrote a poem about Yongmei, what is it called Hanmei under the moon blooming alone, the figure is lonely and left in the snow, I can write classics at this level, I don't believe it ten thousand times!" Zhou Li was easily excited when he argued with others, but this time he spoke everyone's mind.

The cold plum blossoms under the moon are alone, the figure is lonely and left in the snow, and many people can't help laughing out loud when they think of Zhou Yu's poem. is such a bad poem, Zhou Yu often shows off there, which makes people laugh.

"It's no wonder that Brother Zhou doesn't believe it, but I don't believe it myself, I can write such a masterpiece. Zhou Yu pretended to be generous, and he clenched his mouth and created himself, so that people could not do anything about him.

"You, you're using strong words. Zhou Li was so angry that he pointed to his nose and said.

At this time, Mr. Wu was also thinking, he didn't know Zhou Yu's talent, but he could see his literary and Taoist cultivation. With his cultivation of words, how good his talent can be, Mr. Wu really doesn't believe it.

Looking at all the students in the hall, the highest is nothing more than a word, that is, Feng Chan, Qiu Yihan and Zhou Li. Suddenly, Mr. Wu's expression moved slightly, and he inadvertently saw Feng Zen whose heart was like stopping water.

If there is anyone in this class who is the most proficient in Taoist learning, it is none other than Feng Zen, and he is most likely to write a Taoist classic. After all, Feng Chan is Mr. Wu's senior brother, someone Li Xueyang has specially taken care of.

Moreover, Mr. Wu also saw that Feng Chan's state of mind is most in line with the essence of Taoism, quiet and inactive. With his state of mind, it is very possible to write a Taoist classic, is it him?

"Maybe Zhou Yu asked a Taoist master to write it, no, how can a famous master easily create classics for others. Moreover, Zhou Yu is still the son of a businessman, but all literati with some status disdain to be bought by businessmen. Mr. Wu said secretly.

Literati are arrogant and light on money, and it is more difficult to buy than martial artists, firstly, they do not need a lot of money to cultivate literature, and secondly, they read too many books and understand more truths, so they naturally have many taboos. Martial artists are strong, and the cost of practicing martial arts is very large, so it is easier to be bought by money. Of course, there are also many martial artists who are well-read and reasonable, and their arrogance is no lighter than that of literati, throwing their heads and spilling blood, full of ambition and pride.

Thinking of this, Mr. Wu also began to wonder if it was created by Feng Chan for Zhou Yu. But he just guessed, considering that Feng Chan might have his own ideas, so he tacitly agreed that Zhou Yu created this article.

But even so, Mr. Wu also attaches more importance to Feng Zen and looks forward to his next classic. If Feng Chan can write another one, then he will definitely be able to worship Taoism.

"Well, if you have time to argue about who wrote it, it's better to study hard and write one. Seeing that Zhou Li was still arguing there, Mr. Wu was a little irritable, and it seemed that his mood was not deep enough.

"Yes, sir. "The students were in a hurry.

On the same day, Zhou Yu really became famous, and his article on the dispute between heaven and man, yin and yang creation, soon spread throughout the academy. Everyone was amazed when they heard it, and they were even more shocked to hear that it was written by a seventeen-year-old student.

If you write such classics at the age of seventeen, you must be a talent in the temple in the future. So people asked who Zhou Yu was, and gradually he became famous.

As for the doubts of Zhou Li and others, it added to the fire, as if thunder and fire intersected, which made Zhou Yu even more popular. The little fat man knows this, and he knows that doubts are also beneficial, so he ignores them.

Feng Chan came to the blacksmith shop with a thousand taels, and his finely forged sword was entangled in a twist by the snake demon, wanting to buy a better sword. And after he was promoted to the Seventh Peak of Body Refining, the original wooden bow was no longer matched, and he had to buy a new one.

"Feng Gongzi, look at this green steel sword, three feet long and two fingers wide, sharpening iron like clay, blowing hair and breaking hair. Green steel is made of thousands of years of cold iron, hammered steel, absolutely worthy of you. "It's still the last time that the blacksmith uncle saw that Feng Chan was going to buy a sword, and he was even more enthusiastic.

He held an azure steel sword with pale blue ripples on its body, which looked sharp. With a flick of his finger, the green steel sword made a crisp sound, and the air buzzed between the tremors.

Uncle Blacksmith plucked another hair and gently placed it on the sharp blade, and without moving, the hair naturally broke off. He took out an arm-thick iron rod again, and quickly slashed it with the green steel sword in his hand, breaking the iron rod in two.

Feng Chan stroked the broken wound with his hand, smooth and neat, and it could be seen that the green steel sword had indeed reached the level of sharpening iron like mud. Looking at the sharp blade of the green steel sword, it was not damaged at all, and it was still as sharp as before.

"Uncle, can you let me give it a try?" Feng Chan said politely.

"Naturally, you can. Uncle Blacksmith handed the sword into his hand and withdrew ten paces.

Feng Chan was holding a green steel sword, which was five or six times heavier than the precision forging sword, which was just in line with his cultivation at this time. Performing a few swordsmanship in the same place, elegant and chic, running smoothly, it is indeed a first-class sword.

"I want this sword, how much does it cost?" Feng Chan said happily, he liked swords the most in his life, and every time he saw a sword, he wanted to buy it, but unfortunately he didn't have the money. This green steel sword may not be very precious, but for Feng Chan at this time, it is a rare sword.

"Thousand-year-old cold iron is extremely rare, and the green steel made of thousand-year-old cold iron is even more precious, and this sword is naturally extremely valuable. This one in your hand was built by me over several months, and it cost three thousand seven or eight taels of silver. Uncle Blacksmith said.

"Three thousand seven hundred taels!" Feng Chan was shocked, he still wanted to buy a bow.