Under An Miaoyi's curious gaze, Lin Feng quietly put pen to paper.

"Thousands of hammers are carved out of the deep mountains, and the fire burns as if it is idle."

"Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world!"

A song "Lime Yin" was completed overnight and jumped on the paper.

With a "click", the desk collapsed, and the books on it fell all over the floor.

The piece of paper on which "Lime Yin" was written did not fall, but was suspended in front of Lin Feng.

"Poetry into a town, a thousand words!"

Lin Feng smiled faintly, put away "Lime Yin", took out another piece of white paper, and began to write.

Rolling talent, constantly gushing out from the surrounding earth, like a fountain erupting, spreading out to the surroundings.

"Oh my God, it's a Zhenguo poem!"

An Miaoyi's mouth opened wide in disbelief.

Lin Feng wrote a poem about the town of the country casually, what an amazing talent is this?

"Why don't you take Wu Hook and collect Guanshan Fifty Prefectures."

"Please go to Lingyan Pavilion for the time being, if you are a scholar and a marquis."

"Thirteen Songs of the South Garden: The Five" emerged, and suddenly the talent erupted again.

This time it was a meter high, like a fairy qi rolling and boiling on the ground.

"Oh my God, another Zhenguo poem?"

An Miaoyi's small mouth can be stuffed into a whole egg.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the meticulous Lin Feng, and her heart was in awe.

She was deeply impressed by Lin Feng's talent.

At the same time, she finally understood what Lin Feng meant by letting her suffocate induction.

Observing Lin Feng's creation of Zhenguo poems and the process of feeling the gushing of talent, this is definitely a great opportunity for her.

She carefully sensed Lin Feng's every move, and even the hook and stroke of the pen, constantly absorbing the talent that erupted, and her cultivation improved by leaps and bounds.

Everyone in Nanling Academy sensed the sudden burst of talent, and they all looked at Lin Feng's study in shock.

"It's the dean, it must be the dean's generosity!"

"I really don't know how the dean did it, did he create the poems of Zhenguo? Or did you write a hand-me-down article? ”

"At this time, the talent is the strongest, everyone gathers their minds and cultivates quietly!"

The Master immediately reminded the people.

Subsequently, all the masters and students of Nanling Academy entered the state of cultivation.

Lin Feng did not stop writing, and wrote ten poems in a row, and when the tenth poem was written, the talent gushing from the earth reached its peak, and it was like flowing water, directly spraying ten meters into the air, forming a column of talent smoke above the study.

The entire academy was wrapped in a rich talent, shrouded in mist, like a palace in a fairyland, looking mysterious.

Outside of Nanling Academy, up to the frontier of Great Qin, they are constantly spewing talent.

Although the farther away from Nanling Academy, the thinner the talent spewed out, but the ten Zhenguo poems came out, which was enough to suppress the Great Qin Wenyun, and the Heavenly Dao also resonated with it, and there were talents gushing out from every corner of Great Qin.

……

Upper capital, inside the Imperial Palace.

Su Tianxian and the Manchu Dynasty are in the early dynasty!

"The Nanling Academy established by the Mad King, because there are too many cultivators, has led to the consumption of a large amount of talent, there are too few excellent works, no new talents are born, and now we are facing the dilemma of running out of talent and not being able to practice, what can you Aiqing do you do to solve it?"

Su Tianxian naturally heard about the predicament encountered by Nanling Academy.

Nanling Academy represents the cultivation path of talent, which is the second cultivation path of Great Qin that can give birth to kings, and it may be the key to the rise of Great Qin, which must be paid attention to.

Now encountering this dilemma, she hopes to combine the wisdom of the ministers to help Lin Feng solve this problem.

"Wechen thinks that more academies should be established to encourage more people to study!"

"No, after all, the path of talent cultivation has just started, and a king cannot be born in a short period of time, too many people embark on the path of talent cultivation, and the number of people who embark on the path of spiritual qi cultivation will inevitably decrease, which will greatly affect the birth of a strong person on the path of spiritual qi cultivation."

"Wei Chen thinks that Great Qin should collect all the books of the ancient sages and send them to Nanling Academy for them to read, maybe they can inspire them to create some excellent works and give birth to new talents."

"The method is feasible, but far water can't quench the thirst of the near."

“……”

Many ministers talked for a long time, but did not come up with an effective plan.

After all, everyone was immersed in the path of spiritual qi cultivation, and no one calmed down to do their studies, and they couldn't think of a good way for a while.

Su Tianxian also had a headache.

"What's going on?"

"Where did the fog come from?"

"Could it be that the demon has hit the capital?"

“……”

Seeing that the ground of the Jinluan Hall was constantly gushing out of mist, everyone's faces changed drastically and they turned on their defenses.

"Don't panic, Aiqing, this is talent!"

Su Tianxian was stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of surprise.

She carefully studied Lin Feng's talent and knew what it was like.

Although I don't know why so many talents have emerged, it is definitely a great thing for Nanling Academy.

"Talent?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Check quickly, and report back as soon as there is news."

“……”

The ministers were full of doubts, and immediately used the communication bell to send a message and arrange for someone to investigate.

"Senior brother, a lot of talent suddenly appeared in the Jinluan Palace, do you know what's going on?"

Su Tianxian directly used the communication bell to contact Lin Feng.

Lin Feng is the master of the talent cultivation path, and the talent that suddenly appears, he is naturally the most clear.

"It's my talent that I write poems to induce, ten poems to town the country, talent springs, you don't need to panic!"

Lin Feng responded.

"Ten poems in the country, talent springs!"

Hanging up the transmission bell, Su Tianxian muttered to himself.

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty also murmured unconsciously, repeating these eight words constantly, and set off a storm in their hearts.

The Manchu Dynasty couldn't solve the problem that the civil and military forces couldn't solve, and the empress was sad about it, but Lin Feng easily solved it, how amazing is this?

Such talent is unparalleled in the world!

……

Eight-armed dragon territory.

"Lin Feng, this little brute, actually wrote ten poems in one go, how did this little brute do it?"

"Could it be that he is a Wenqu star?"

"Damn, the problem of talent exhaustion was solved by him lightly, it's really hateful!"

“……”

After Long Hu and the dragon girl heard about it, their first reaction was to believe it, and then they felt hot on their faces, as if they had been slapped more than a dozen times.

Before, they also ridiculed Lin Feng for not knowing the height of the sky and the height of the earth, and following the example of the human race to start a sect, as a result, the students had no talent to cultivate, and they wanted to see how Lin Feng ended.

As a result, it was easily solved by Lin Feng, and this slap in the face was fast and ruthless!

"It's useless, those wastes in Daqin can't create poems and give birth to new talents, and when these talents are exhausted, I don't believe that he can still create ten poems in one go!"

Long Hu gritted his teeth and said, I can't wait for the talent cultivation path to be cut off directly.

Hearing this, other dragon sons and dragon girls also echoed it.