Many readers looked up at the mountains and rivers in the sky and regretted it.

"It's a pity, the northwest is a land of demons, underworlds and evil sects, and there are very few people who read. If it is in the south of the Yangtze River, I don't know how many great Confucians will communicate with each other, and they will surely gather mountains and rivers to protect Qiyuan City. ”

"There are many heroes in the north, and there are few scholars. Now in the cities of the Northland, except for some cities under the jurisdiction of the River Guarding Army, there have never been poems and mountains and rivers. ”

"It is said that when Mr. Gang Feng founded Qiming Academy, he hoped that scholars in the north could create a poem that moved the world."

"Nowadays, there are poems that move the world, but because there are too few readers, it is difficult to gather."

"You see, Mr. Zhang Moya is alone, and it is really insufficient, and the shadows of the mountains and rivers have faded."

"It's a pity that once the poems and rivers are gathered, as long as we are in Qiyuan City, we can change this poem into a war poem, and we can add a product out of thin air, and from then on, Qiyuan City will not have to worry about it."

"Many great Confucians are too far away from this place to be in time."

Everyone was regretting, and they saw a large blue and white hair pen flying in the eastward direction of the north, as long as a hundred zhang, and dotted over thousands of mountains and rivers.

"This poem is the crown of snow."

The voice of the Great Confucian spread thousands of miles, and the readers of Qiming Academy looked excited.

"It should be the red-pupiled Great Confucian Circumference of the River Guarding Army."

Then, in the direction of the river guard, there were many loud praises. Not long after, in various parts of the south, there were also great Confucians who came forward to praise this poem.

In less than a quarter of an hour, fourteen Great Confucians made a move.

However, the mountains and rivers are still translucent and not condensed.

After waiting for a while, no new Great Confucian appeared, and everyone became more and more anxious.

"This poem is really extraordinary, thousands of mountains and paths, cold rivers and snow, the power is unimaginable, there is no half a hundred Confucianism, it is difficult to gather and form."

"Although this poem may not be able to be gathered and formed, as long as we local readers continue to practice and use it, maybe after many years, we will be able to gain something."

"Yes, occasionally there will be ancient poems that have been sung for a long time, throughout the long river of time, attracting the attention of all saints and gathering in a leap."

"A hundred years from now, this poem will be able to gather."

"A hundred years later, Qiyuan City can be in it?"

Above the poetry meeting, many readers were silent.

The thousands of mountains and rivers in the sky gradually faded, and the wind and snow slowly dispersed outward.

At this moment, in the direction of Shendu, a big hand spanned thousands of miles, a thousand feet big, stretched out his index finger, and gently tapped it on thousands of mountains and rivers.

Zhao Yishan's voice spread all over the world.

"Thousands of mountains and snow, fishing alone in the cold river, this work of Yongxue should be the best in the world!"

The sky and night shook, the earthquake trembled, and where the hand pointed, the golden light was brilliant.

The golden light flowed along the mountains and rivers, and after an instant, the thousands of mountains and rivers covering hundreds of miles were shining with golden light, like the eternal sun.

At this moment, within 10,000 miles, everyone can clearly see, the sky is hanging with golden mountains, and the night is flowing with snow.

The originally translucent mountains and rivers are rapidly condensed.

However, after a few breaths, the mountains and rivers converged, and the shape was as true.

"It's Zhao Shoufu!"

"Quan Xie Gong has made a move!"

"Moving mountains with one finger is better than a hundred Confucians."

"It's done!"

All the scholars in Qiyuan City cheered, and the ordinary people stood on the thick snow, no longer looking at the unevenness under the snow, and raised their heads one after another, praising the emperor's wisdom.

In the cheers of the people, thousands of mountains and rivers hung down strips of golden light, falling into the city, illuminating hundreds of miles.

Feng Yemai, the supervisor of Qiming Academy, who was on the way to the bloody clothes gate, looked up at the sky, stroked his beard and smiled, tears flashing in his eyes.

"Qiming Wenhui, it's done! The ambition of Gang Feng, pass it on! ”

At the scene of the Qiming Cultural Conference, the sky was bright, illuminating people who couldn't open their eyes, even better than the summer noon.

Many people in the light, with strange expressions, looked at the high platform in front of them.

On the high platform, there was no light, and it was pitch black.

More than 300 people stood on the stage, their faces as black as night.

The original fasting chief learned from Zhizhi and was stunned.

That Lu Yuanting knelt on the ground with a plop, sobbing and scolding himself for being ashamed of Mr. Gang Feng's teachings.

The remaining 300 people were full of remorse.

If you don't participate in this matter, as long as you stay here for a long time and be nourished by thousands of mountains and rivers, it is very likely that you will break through your own limits and improve your quality.

Especially those with poor talents are the most remorseful.

Every time poetry and literature gather, a large number of seven-grade scholars will be born.

But now, you can only stay away from this place, otherwise the longer you stay, the more broken your mind will become, and you may eventually collapse.

Originally, because of Mr. Gang Feng, Qiyuan City had the faint possibility of becoming the first literati city in the north, but the mediocrity and greed of the county commanders in the later years ruined the reputation of Qiyuan City.

Nowadays, Mr. Gang Feng left a seal, Gang Feng's son wrote poems, and Zhao Yishan personally ordered poems to gather, and soon this place will become undoubtedly the first literati city in the north.

Since then, the status of Qiming College will skyrocket, although it is not comparable to the four first-class colleges, but as long as you work hard, the promotion to the first-class college is just around the corner.

After that, the entire city Qiyuan City was like a huge whirlpool, sucking up the vast majority of cultural cultivation within thousands of miles in the north.

As the number of students in the academy grows larger and stronger, the whole city may even be lucky to go further.

Xiang Zhixue looked blankly at the thousands of mountains and rivers hanging high in the sky, and sighed for a long time.

Zhao Yishan is pro-pointed, Li Qingxian's fame moves the world, and there is no one to change.

Utterly defeated.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the carriage of the Divine Bow Sect gradually moving away under the snowy night.

Li Qing sat in the carriage and thought quietly.

For today's meeting, I have been preparing for a long time, especially the golden python stealing dragon devouring ten thousand ants and climbing dragons, which seems to be easy, but in fact it consumes many luck fish, including a golden luck fish.

Even so, it almost affected the reputation of the literary society, but fortunately, although I can't remember those long poems, this poem from the textbook is simple and easy to understand, and I have always remembered it.

If you are not a literary cultivator, you can't turn it into a war poem, but this poem will gather strength in your dantian and constantly cultivate the righteous sword given by Zhao Yishan.

The more people change the poems, the more people use them, and the more people know about them, the stronger their righteous sword will be.

The righteous qi sword species given by Zhao Yishan can only be used once, and naturally the stronger the better.

Li Qingxian raised his head, opened his spiritual eyes, and walked through the roof of the carriage.

Mountains and rivers are slowly shrinking, and eventually they will disappear into the void.

Once Qiyuan City is attacked by a strong enemy, this poem will manifest and enhance all the war poems adapted from this poem.

At critical moments, Shiwen Shanhe will even die with a powerful enemy.

With this thing, then he can slowly develop in Qiyuan City, and unless the demon clan goes south to destroy the city at any cost, there is no threat.

Li Qingxian faintly sensed that these thousands of mountains and rivers were connected to his double golden python stealing dragon potential, and it seemed that he was constantly providing himself with strength.

Back in Wangjiatun, Li Qingxian entered the house alone and read into the mansion.

The entire Life Mansion was shrouded in a faint golden light, and he could clearly sense that all the forces in the entire Qiyuan City were sheltering him.

The dual potential of the 10,000-ant climbing dragon and the golden python raptor is also constantly exerting its strength, and the growth rate of the luck fish has doubled.

The Jun Yun Light Group on the Four Phases Fang Venerable was larger and brighter.

Originally, the power left in the seal of Gang Feng was completely integrated into Junyun.

At the same time, a trace of inexplicable power slowly poured into the Jun Yunguang group.

(End of chapter)