Being a copyist is something that all traversers like to do.

However, although the culture of this world is barren, the emphasis is on cultivation, and the copyist can only bring an occasional sense of pretense, and cannot be of substantial help.

Therefore, most of the traversers, after coming to the desolate world, did not reveal any famous poems.

But this time is different, the human race made a heavy promise, the battle of Siwen is related to the teachings of Tianzun, and it will definitely attract a group of people.

"Are you really going?"

Baili Zijin pouted, over the years, she has gradually changed from a little girl who followed Yi Cheng to a slim big girl.

Yi Cheng smiled slightly and slowly stood up, and behind him, the power of endless faith was condensed together, turned into his shape, and merged into his body.

"Of course, it's time to be quiet and active, and you can go and see those people's masterpieces. ”

But Baili Zijin was somewhat opposed to returning to the human race.

"After so many years, it's time for you to go back, you know, the current Tianzun of the human race, but your cousin ......"

Looking at Baili Zijin's sad face, Yi Cheng sighed lightly, stroked her front, and continued: "At the beginning, his departure caused the human race to almost perish, and you were displaced, but after all, he was to seek the ancestor and continue the foundation of the human race......

But before he finished speaking, Baili Zijin snorted coldly and turned to leave, obviously unwilling to listen to his teachings.

Yi Cheng shrugged helplessly.

Now that he has achieved Heavenly Venerable, he is only one step away from asking the seventh level.

Looking at the entire flood wilderness, he didn't think anyone was his opponent, even the old Tianzun of the Earth Mother Tianzun was no exception.

But......

In front of Baili Zijin, who accompanied him all the way, he was still the uncle he was at the beginning.

In the end, Baili Zijin still followed him, left the Blood Xuan Island, and prepared to go to the Eastern Regions to meet her uncle, whom she hadn't seen for nearly a thousand years.

......

Terran, Hundred Mile City.

Because of the arrival of another Tianzun, it was extremely lively.

In the palace, Belle chanted and stared at the slim Baili Zijin, a little distracted.

But Baili Zijin hid behind Yi Cheng, lowered his head, and pinched the corners of his clothes with his hands, a little shy and afraid.

"Zijin ......"

Belle recited the majesty of Tianzun at this moment, stretched out his hand, and summoned Baili Zijin to go over, but Baili Zijin lowered his head and did not respond to him.

"Alas, it was my fault back then, I didn't take care of you side children, your parents died in that trouble, I thought you were also ......"

Baili sighed, and then hugged his fist at Yi Cheng and thanked: "Zijin has been protected by Daoyou all these years, and the human race is willing to be good with Daoyou for generations, and will not abandon each other!"

He is very artistic in speaking, the Terran promises not to turn his back on Yi Cheng, but if Yi Cheng turns his back on the Terran, the Terran will naturally go to war.

Yi Cheng didn't care about his word game, gently stroked Baili Zijin, comforted her, and then said with a smile: "This time, one is to let Zijin recognize his relatives, and the other is to come for the battle of Siwen......"

"Oh, Daoist friends are actually interested in these word games?"

In the eyes of people at the level of Belle recitation, these so-called literary poems are all word games, small words, and difficult to wait for elegance.

Yi Cheng nodded and said: "In recent years, I have realized the way of sanctification, and I have realized a little, and I want to touch the bypass, which will help to achieve enlightenment." ”

"Daoyou thought wholeheartedly, it is really admirable," Belle recited a few words of greeting, and then said: "Since Daoyou wants to go and watch, you might as well be accompanied by me, it just so happens that I am also going to inspect Si Wencheng." ”

"How dare you ......"

......

Tianzun met and was very polite.

Now that the order of the flood has been decided, the Dao Ancestors have joined the Dao, and the Nine Heavens have been hung high, and the Heavenly Venerables have received special attention.

Therefore, it is generally not easy to cause trouble.

Now it is completely different from the pattern before the Great Tribulation, after hundreds of years, the desolate world has finally recovered a little, and there are more and more Tianzun, but ......

Except for the Dao Ancestor who has achieved the seventh level, condensed the origin, and merged with the Dao, no one can ask the seventh level.

After arranging Yi Cheng's residence ceremoniously, Baili Chanyun saw Belle Chanting.

"Big brother, what is he doing here?"

Belle recited the smile from the corner of her mouth, and said in a deep voice: "In addition to letting Zijin recognize his relatives, there must be some scheme, his strength is unfathomable, I'm afraid he is still above me, but it doesn't matter, in the territory of the human race, he also has to restrain me!"

Back then, the Dao Ancestor appointed that the human race was the protagonist of this era, not just talking.

Here, if Yi Cheng is wild, he also has the confidence to expel him.

"You go and inform Zhao Yueli, this battle of Siwen must be done beautifully, I and Yi Cheng, the two heavenly venerables, will come to watch the battle in person!"

In the end, Belle chanted and waved her hand and ordered.

......

Sven City.

Zhao Yueli, who received the news, was stunned all of a sudden.

Suddenly give her such a fright, how can she sneak attack then?

Now the sub-plan is about to change.

Han Xin must not step into the eyes of the two Heavenly Venerables!

Otherwise......

There's no way she can make him disappear from the world.

Even if Yi Cheng didn't come, she wouldn't dare to sneak attack the winning champion under Tianzun's nose.

"What to do, what to do?"

There are still three days left before the start of the Battle of Siwen......

I have to say that this sudden surprise completely disrupted her layout.

This Han Xin, as expected, is not simple, for his own safety, even Yi Cheng was invited.

She immediately figured out the cause and effect, it must be Yi Cheng who came, so Belle Chanting will also come!

Two Heavenly Venerables......

"For now, there is only one way!"

She gritted her teeth, went to the study, and began to meditate...... 300 Tang poems.

Make sure there are no mistakes and write them all out in a swagger.

After writing it, she felt that it was not enough, and wrote 300 songs of Song Ci again.

After cultivating, you can dig deep into the knowledge you have seen in your memory, and it is actually very easy to be able to write it down silently.

"By the way, how many people are participating this time?"

She flipped through the data handed in below, and she didn't know if she didn't know it, and she was shocked when she saw it.

Eighteen hundred!

She had only written 600 copies of the ......

Clenching her teeth, she searched her memories, frantically flipped through the books she had read, and wrote them silently.

Fortunately, she once read Tang and Song poems plus a lot of various literary classics, although she didn't remember it, but under the law of memory, she still searched for a total of 1,000 poems and ancient texts!

"That should be enough!"

Finally, looking at these ancient poems, she was relieved.

In this way, Han Xin's copyist will definitely not be able to stand out!

That way she'll have a chance to do something to him in secret!

Since the other party has done such a desperate job, then don't blame her!

After doing all this, she moved on to the next move.

Personally incarnated with thoughts, consciousness descended on the consciousness of those beings who participated in the competition, and told them a poem respectively.

"This poem is a secret weapon, if you encounter a strong enemy, you can't match it, you can sacrifice this poem, you will be invincible, you will be the first!"

The boasting of what she should have is obviously necessary, otherwise the other party will not believe her.

And the incarnation of her consciousness calls herself a Wensheng, specializing in the way of the world, and seeing that they are gifted geniuses, she specially incarnates.

All in all, completely set myself aside.

Moreover, all of the people she threw in her consciousness were ordinary level 6, and she couldn't see through her contestants.

As for the contestants of those half-step gods, they were directly abandoned by her.

Anyway, she only needs to find a thousand copies of it.

Soon, in three days, she disseminated a thousand poems and articles, and the battle of Siwen officially ushered in the prologue.

The contemporary Tianzun of the human race recited his order, and Yi Cheng, the sect leader of the Iron Bone Zheng Zheng Sect, descended on Siwen City.

The pomp and circumstance was unprecedented!

It attracted most of the creatures of the surrounding races and surrounded Siwen City.

As a result, Zhao Yueli could only take measures to limit the flow of people, and only those with that upper limit could be allowed to enter Siwen City at a certain time.

If you go up, you will need to wait to enter the city.

In the huge open-air square arranged by Zhao Yueli, all the contestants stood up and straight, and successively recited to Belle and Yi Cheng.

Finally, he saluted Zhao Yueli, and under Zhao Yueli's instructions, pen and ink were distributed, and everyone began to write this composition.

According to the competition system and questions issued by Belle recitation......

It's a one-time knockout format.

The title is that there is no title.

Everyone writes random essays, poems and songs, all in all, as long as you write well, no matter what subject you have, anyway, the culture of the desolate world is barren, and there is no decent stylistic format.

"This Zhao Yueli is good, I've heard of her name in the Northern Regions. ”

Yi Cheng pointed to Zhao Yueli, who was competing with the host below, and commented.

Belle smiled heartily: "That's natural, her talent is unparalleled, and she was only appointed as the city lord of Siwen City, which is a bit condescending." ”

Yi Cheng agreed: "Just looking at her hosting the competition this time, everything is in order, and there are no mistakes, you can see her talent." ”

Belle smiled, then changed the topic and asked suddenly.

"I don't know who you are optimistic about this time?"

According to his information, he learned that Han Xin, the patriarch of the Spirit Tiger Clan, had always been friendly with Yi Cheng, and Belle recited the order to roughly guess that Yi Cheng was here for him.

"Don't hide it from Taoist friends, I know a lot about Han Xin, and his literary talent naturally has nothing to say, but I don't know how many of the world's talents can enter the Taoist friends this time. ”

Yi Cheng looked at one of them, and secretly said in his heart that as a traverser, if he couldn't compare to the natives, it would be really embarrassing.

It's just that......

The ensuing scenes made him begin to feel that the painting style was wrong.

According to the competition system, as long as the person who has completed it, he can recite his masterpiece aloud without turning in the test paper.

The two heavenly venerables are close to each other, and you can know the good and bad as soon as you hear it.

And then......

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear!"

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown!"

"The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is downstream!"

"Insist that Qingshan will not relax, and the roots are in the broken rock!"

"I advise the Heavenly Father to be vigorous and reduce talents without sticking to one pattern!"

......

The more Yi Cheng listened, the more wrong he became, the corners of his mouth twitched constantly, listening to the sound of reciting poems one after another, he had a crazy guess in his heart.

Is it a traverser per capita?

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