Ye Zhihui looked at the Monkey Demon Saint, who probably knew that he was at a loss and did not issue another order.

So he took matters into his own hands and said with a dry smile: "Ye has heard that Gongzi Yue has been famous for a long time, and in this last one, let's learn poetry and songs!"

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts.

Ye Zhihui returned to the last round of the Yue Yan on his behalf, and proposed to learn poetry and songs, and the idea of being angry was to be in thin mud, without Huo Zhiqing and a few high-level monkey demon handsomes coming forward, he would not put forward opinions such as testing force, which was self-inflicted.

Yue Heng smiled, Ye Zhihui wanted to learn poetry and songs with him, but he just happened to bump into his gun.

"Song of the Peach Blossom Temple" is known by only a few people in the whole world, everyone is close relatives and friends with him, how could it leak into the hands of the Fire Spirit Clan rebels who are tens of thousands of miles away, he must find out this secret.

"Yue Mou is a latecomer at the end of school, if his strength is not good and he makes a joke, please bear with Mr. Ye!" Yue Heng lowered his posture and complimented the other party a few words.

After the first two rounds of competition, where did Ye Zhihui dare to underestimate Yue Heng?

Luban Twenty-Four Suo and Huarong Dao are both Yue Heng's handwriting, and he is also proficient in music and rhythm can force the fire to retreat step by step, such a person is still humble that he is the last to learn, Ye Zhihui sneered in his heart, are you a fool to me?

The two sides agreed on the way to learn and prepared separately.

Compared with the mystery of the spirit master, the magnificence of the craftsman, and the popularity of the warrior, the literati is the most elegant mode, and sometimes it only takes one mouth to debate to decide the winner.

But today, each composes poems and songs, there is no first text, it is difficult to distinguish between the high and the low, and the two sides fight for the details.

Ye Zhihui and Yue Heng stood up, each with a set of four treasures in front of them.

The theme of today's poems and songs is "wine", which is particularly large, and the poems that can be composed are endless, and the songs that can be sung are common works of pleasure in banquets, and a literati will have one or two hands. There are many people who are masters of poetry and singing at the banquet, and it is obvious that Ye Zhihui is good at this.

"Son-in-law, please!"

"Mr. Ye, please first!"

The two were polite. Pick up the pen together and start writing.

Yue Heng lifted his pen and paused for a few seconds, making a gesture of thought, and quietly paying attention to the other party.

Ye Zhihui must have thought of countermeasures, and he did not hesitate. The ink-laden wolf landed on the paper, and there was a sound of pen, and the strange sound shook the audience.

"This guy actually has such a good thing, Xiangmo Stone and Wolverine Brush!" "The sharpest eye is Mo Jingyuan, although this old guy's strength is not as good as Cao Tongpu and Mu Yuanhan, but in terms of knowledge, I am afraid that only the Monkey Demon Saint present can surpass him.

"Master Mo, what is the Ink Stone?" Cao Tongpu asked.

Mo Jingyuan touched his chin and said with some envy: "A rare ore produced in the depths of the North Sea, and there are huge Mozi mollusks entrenched near it all year round. It's extremely difficult to obtain. However, when used in the Four Treasures of the Study, the words made of the sound ink will echo the power of the runes, and the falling words will be like a drum, and the power will be multiplied!"

When everyone heard this, their hearts moved, and Cao Tongpu was even more hot, although they were not literati, everyone understood the importance of Yue Heng.

Cao Tongpu was obsessed with Xiangmo Stone, this kind of useful treasure, he must find a way to get it. or buy, or trade, or even coercion and inducement, killing people and seizing treasures. He didn't care.

"Although the Wolverine pen is not uncommon, this pen does not seem to be as simple as a writing instrument, it is a perfect match with the sound ink stone, and there should be a lot of mystery in it!"

After Mo Jingyuan said this, he didn't say anything more, and looked at Yue Heng with the others. The expression was slightly worried.

Because Yue Heng has always maintained the posture of lifting the pen and thinking, if he doesn't move again, Ye Zhihui will finish writing, and no one knows what he is still thinking or waiting for.

"Ha! Look at Mr. Ye, he's almost finished writing, and that kid Yue hasn't started writing yet!"

"Do you think that the resonant text is like a cabbage in the field, you can cut it if you want to, and you can write it if you want to? How long has Mr. Ye been preparing, and how long has the surname Yue been preparing, you can think of the gap between the two with your ass!"

"What the elder said is that Mr. Ye has prepared and paid too much for today, how dare a kid who has only risen for less than half a year dare to compete with Mr. Ye?"

"That's not wrong at all! Today, everyone will patiently watch Mr. Ye beat the arrogant boy, and let them know that our old guy is not a vegetarian either!"

The rebels grinned, looking like they were winning, and their voices were inevitably a little louder.

It seemed that Ye Zhihui had the advantage on the field, Ye Zhihui did not stop overnight, Yue Heng simply put down the pen, frowned and watched Ye Zhihui write articles soundly.

"The Song of the Peach Blossom Anthem" has been completed, Jin represents my Ye Zhihui's sincerity, please read the judgment!"

After Ye Zhihui put down the pen, he respectfully held the paper with both hands, facing the direction of the sacred tree, and held it high above his head.

Wow!

The six people on Yue Heng's side all changed color, and they all stood up, looking at Ye Zhihui's back with anger on their faces!

In the Zhongyuan world, the literati's belief is that the Fuxi Emperor, the Divine Palace, the Wenfu, the talent, the divine sense, and the Wenxin, if the literati want to achieve something, they must believe in the Fuxi Emperor for life, in order to resonate with the Fuxi Xingchen.

No matter what poems and songs Ye Zhihui writes, the first thing should be to have the Fuxi Emperor in his heart, be full of respect for him, and communicate with Fuxi Xingchen with a pious heart.

But the first thing Ye Zhihui did was to worship the sacred tree of the Fire Spirit Clan, and the meaning of reading the judgment was to let the holy tree deal with the "Song of the Peach Blossom Anthem" in its entirety, whether it was written well or poorly, whether it could contact Fuxi Xingchen, and whether it could resonate with others, all of which were decided by the holy tree.

Yue Heng immediately thought of the Misty Valley, the mist had great magical powers, which could shield everyone in the fog from the outside world.

The Holy Tree should be the same, everyone present is under the influence and control of the Holy Tree, which means that no matter what amazing articles Yue Heng writes, he may be suppressed to the death and lose to Ye Zhihui!

"What a ruthless person! What a shameless fellow! Betraying his soul and beliefs, forgetting his ancestors and rebelling against his clan, and doing whatever it takes for his own interests! I have seen through these rebels!"

Cao Tongpu revealed this sentence from between his teeth, and the powerful killing intent was deliberately suppressed by him, which was an indescribable chill.

Ji Heng and Mu Yuanhan also clenched their fists, feeling quite dissatisfied with Ye Zhihui's words, if it weren't for the wrong time, if they had changed the time and occasion, they might have killed Ye Zhihui on the spot.

Yue Heng sighed from his heart, the little Terran affection he had for Ye Zhihui before had completely disappeared at this moment. (To be continued.) )