On the first day of the World Poetry Conference, what a tragic word.

The prince of Kitahara was seriously injured by a sneak attack by the Gu Master in the Haoran Tower, and his life and death are uncertain.

An unexpected attack extinguished the enthusiasm of the Confucian scholars.

Not to mention the psalms they were expected to compose popular psalms.

"It's all on your heads, and you don't even notice it!

No matter what method you use, tomorrow I will see the heads of these poisonous insects. ”

Emperor Jingwen's rare foul language, the dragon case was shattered by his palm.

And the few people led by Wei Xian had to bury their heads lower.

He asked in a deep voice, "Shizi, ...... How's it going? ”

The people below replied tremblingly: "Back to the Holy Lord, Your Highness... He's still awake to ......"

Emperor Jingwen closed his eyes in pain, as if he had been drained of his whole body.

"Ready, I... I'm going to the palace. ”

…………

"How do you move Kitahara Shiko!"

It was another quiet alley, and the "old man" tone was mixed with anger.

The Four Seasons Gu Offering replied without being salty: "He is looking for death himself, blocking for others, what can I do."

Besides—wouldn't the impact of his death be even greater! ”

After saying that, his wanton laughter resounded in the alley, and this action greatly increased the prestige of the Ancient Spirit Sect.

An invisible force suddenly grabbed him by the neck in the darkness, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

"I advise you not to be clever!"

The words of the "old man" were full of unquestionable tones.

"Hide like a rat - Emperor Jingwen is going to take you under the knife."

In the alley, the Four Seasons Gu worship heart could not be calmed down for a long time.

"How did he find my place......"

As a fourth-grade Gu master, with the help of the Winter Gu, he still couldn't escape the other party's detection.

And he has no clue about the identity of the "old man", whether he is a man or a woman, old or young, there is no way to start.

And the other party knows too much information, and it is timely.

"Could it be someone from the emperor's side?"

Zhenbei Wangfu -

Two shadows fell asleep on the edge of the bed, there were originally four.

Xiaoxiao and Shangguan Shu'e went on a mission, and there was a performance appraisal.

Li Mengsheng was transferred to the palace, and the two demons and one girl cried in an uproar.

I don't know and think I'm crying, so Li Mengsheng fell into a coma, otherwise he might really be cried away.

"It's finally back......" Li Mengsheng woke up slowly, feeling crispy and numb behind him.

The wound had not continued to deteriorate, and he did not dare to heal himself with all his might, it would be exposed.

The thought of having to lie like this for a month or two makes him feel pain.

His slight movement still woke up the person and demon in front of the bed.

"Childe-"

"Boyfriend—"

Two surprises sounded at the same time,

"Why are you awake!"

After speaking, the two girls cried again, if it weren't for Li Mengsheng's back injury, they would probably have to lie on him and cry.

"Shall I go?"

"No, no, no!"

"The doctor said you could be ...... in three days"

Eliza waved her hand and explained, her face stained with tears, and she didn't even have to change her bloodstained clothes.

"Childe, the saint has come to see you. said that there was news to inform him as soon as possible. "Ying'er is worthy of being a girl in her 100s, and she is not messed up.

I'm afraid the Dog Emperor doesn't want to hear about my death...... Li Mengsheng opened his mouth and said: "Then hurry up and tell the emperor and let him be happy." ”

………

"You don't have to blame yourself, it's my own choice." He wanted to wipe Eliza's face, but it was inconvenient to lie on her stomach.

"You're a daughter-"

Before Eliza could finish speaking, he interrupted and interjected to change the subject: "It's been a few days, has the poetry meeting been held?" ”

He was in a dream after he fell into a coma, so he couldn't perceive the outside world as much as he used to.

Eliza shook her head, "Tomorrow is the last day of the Poetry Society, why are you still thinking about the Poetry Society in this situation." ”

"Isn't this a win over you, you can see you wearing a sailor suit."

Eliza lowered her head and said softly, "You...... Wait until you're ready... I...... I'll just wear it. ”

"Why do you need to be healed, it's not my eyes that hurt!"

"No, you can't go to the ...... while you're recuperating Fire. ”

She hurriedly persuaded, even though the reason didn't sound very serious.

Li Mengsheng smiled and asked her again: "What will the poem be about, and are there any restrictions?" ”

"The saint didn't say that he invited people from all over the world to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the capital and make poems for the scene.

It is naturally based on the vision and beauty of the capital as the background, singing the praises of the rivers and mountains of the world, the well-being of the people, and the eternal existence of the dynasty......"

Eliza has seen it very thoroughly, and has been preparing for the poetry meeting during this time.

"Then you will go to the poetry party tomorrow...... Go and fulfill your wishes. ”

Seeing that Eliza's eyes were red again, Li Mengsheng said funny:

"It turns out that you've been pretending to be a crybaby!"

"How can there be~"

………

Finally coaxing people away, Li Mengsheng couldn't wait to test the ability of the Four Seasons Gu.

"If you heal yourself with all your might, this injury can heal in one night, it's terrifying!"

He tried a little, and quickly stopped.

In a moment, he felt like he could get out of bed and walk.

Immediately afterward, he shifted his target to the bonsai in the house, and a force made it visibly and wildly tall.

"There is still a long way to go before we reach the point where we can turn into tens of thousands of arm attacks in our dreams!"

These were all the powers of the Spring Gu, and the abilities of the Winter Gu surprised him even more.

"Realistic!"

At this time, his face was changed to a middle-aged uncle with vicissitudes.

Uh- that's Resh's long face.

"In this way, you can't use cultivation with swagger in the future."

After several changes, he finally found a face that matched his satisfaction.

The ordinary face of the public is featureless, and people can forget it when they turn their heads when they see it.

"Steady!"

However, Dong Gu's other ice control ability can't be used yet, so it's okay to create a little bit of cold air.

He joked to himself, "The iced sparkling water has fallen." ”

At this time, it was already half past the night, and Li Mengsheng laid out the pen and paper again.

"It's impossible to compose poems, but you can still copy a few ......"

Now that he has a chance to go out to wave, and the Gu worm in his body is a time bomb, he has to improve his strength as soon as possible.

The eighth order of the demon Dao, then the ascension of Confucianism and Taoism will be intensified.

The next day, it was overcast.

Inside and outside the Haoran Tower, almost all the Confucian students in the capital were gathered.

Even if there had not been an attack on the son, today's poetry meeting would have been more lively than yesterday.

Most of the well-known Confucian scholars chose to mention poetry today, which has the meaning of the finale.

Dean Sanwei did not come forward yesterday, and when they came back from Qingzhou, they devoted themselves wholeheartedly to solving the problem of how to gather the Haoran Qi generated between heaven and earth.

Because it is against the way of Heaven to intercept the aura of others and hinder the empowerment.

Therefore, now the strength of the three of them can only gather the heroic qi generated by the three products of Confucianism.

Fortunately, the three products of Confucianism are the main body participating in the World Poetry Club, and there is a large enough base to obtain enough Haoran Qi.

But after yesterday's incident, I can't say for sure. Today, they are ready at the top of the Tower.

Once enough qi is gathered, the refined "Confucian Saint Qi" will be sent to the place where the demons are suppressed and the holy image will be repaired.

"It seems that the Ancient Spirit Sect has learned of the connection between the Poetry Society, the Qingshan Academy, and the Confucian Icon."

Zhao Ru was so angry that his beard trembled.

"Mother-in-law Tianji, the dynasty's several encirclements and suppressions have failed because of her advance precautions."

"From the moment the blood moon descends, the catastrophe in the world comes, and you can't hide from it, you can't escape it......"

Three sighs rang out at the same time, and his tone was full of helplessness and worry.

Under the Tower——

Some people have already begun to mention poetry, signaling the beginning of the poetry meeting.

To mention poetry is to write down the poems you want to compose.

In the Haoran Tower, even if it is not a inheritance poem, it can attract the aura of Haoran to produce a vision.

And the amount of Haoran Qi is the criterion for judging the victory or defeat of the poetry club.

"Hmph, a bunch of chickens."

Leng Qingwu looked at the Confucian students wearing various styles of Confucian robes and snorted lightly.

"Good big sister, you should keep a low profile!"

Leng Qingge always felt cold behind him, and he would be beaten sooner or later when he stayed with his female brother.

"Hmph, can't you talk about the dishes yet?"

Yesterday, Leng Qingwu originally planned to give this group of academy scholars a dismount.

But after that incident, people were panicked, so she gave up that idea and only came to mention poetry today.

"Lu Jing is here."

There was a commotion in the crowd, and even the people who were writing poems stopped.

"Senior Brother Lu" and "Brother Tai" were endless, and the crowd automatically moved out of the way, allowing Lu Jing to stand in the center.

"I, Lu Jing, was also born in a poor family, and I am also a student from other places.

I stand here today just to prove one thing: poor students are not bad. ”

Leng Qingge looked at the tall figure in the center and said disdainfully: "Pretend!" ”

Why do you have to say two sentences, no one can get into your eyes? Leng Qingge was full of black lines and retorted:

"I think he said it pretty well......"

The poor students in the tower all applauded, and their eyes were full of admiration when they looked at Lu Jing.

Zhao Ru asked, "This is your protégé?"

Su Ru nodded, "He is angry in his heart, hey - the assessment reform is imminent." ”

After Lu Jing finished speaking, he picked up the pen and wrote a poem.

Everyone waited with bated breath, only to see that he walked the dragon and snake, walked the clouds and water, and without dragging the mud and water, a poem was completed.

The pen fell, and the paper burst with white light.

"White Inheritance Poem!"

Everyone exclaimed, and even Leng Qingwu was slightly surprised.

Haoran's aura hovered in the sky like clouds and mist, and Lu Jing was naturally overjoyed, this poem was the result of his careful work.

But Haoran's aura did not fall, but disappeared at the top of the tower.

???

"After I mentioned the poems, I didn't get the empowerment, and I thought it was because the poems I wrote were too little of the aura."

More and more people are saying this.

"After the poetry meeting, the three deans will explain it personally." The big Confucian who presided over the poetry meeting spoke.

"The poetry will continue as usual, and if there are good works, we will definitely point out the wonderful points and record them, and the poetry will be handed over to the Holy God for evaluation after the poetry meeting."

Seeing that the Great Confucian came out to speak, everyone did not pursue the matter.

They have focused their attention on Fang Cai's inheritance poems.

"This poem is good, unconventional ............"

Daru was still appreciating Lu Jing's poems, and a white light appeared again!

"Good big sister, do you have to pick this time?"

Leng Qingwu ignored the brother's complaints, and looked up at Lu Jing in the center proudly.

"It's a white heritage poem again!"

"I know her, the offspring of the cold white Confucian, cold and light dance."

"Eighteen years old, the existence of six products!"

There was another uproar in the crowd......

"I don't care if you are from a poor family, a scholar, a capital city, or a foreigner.

The leader of today's poetry club must be mine! ”

As soon as these words came out, there was silence now.

"My aunt!" Leng Qingge collapsed......