"The third question, let's change a novel analogy. Chun Seventeen smiled and pointed to the bottom of the mountain.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and vaguely saw a polite young man waving the mallet next to the "bucket bell" vigorously, making a loud "dang" sound.

This is the third time that the "Fighting Bell" of the Yunhai Immortal Sect has sounded in one day, and it also means that the young man who rang the bell is the third question from the Spring Seventeen.

Then the young man began to walk slowly up the hill, he did not walk quickly, but he gave people an elegant feeling, like a handsome boy who had read poetry and books.

After a moment, the young man stood beside Chun Seventeen, bowed down and made a gesture in all directions, then straightened up with a smile, and stood without speaking.

From the position of the "Dou Zhong" at the foot of the mountain to the position where he is standing now, it was several kilometers to say the least, and it took less than a minute for this young man to walk up, and his face was not red or panting, and he was obviously a master of cultivation.

"His name is Yue Qingfeng, have you heard of it?" asked Chun Seventeen as he looked around.

Before the words fell, a surprised voice came from the audience: "Nanshan Shixian?"

"Hehe, that's him!" Chun Seventeen smirked.

And the young man said with a humble face: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, this is all the love of friends, the word Shixian is really tormented!"

Listening to him, he really looks like a nerd who reads poetry and books.

"Nanshan Poetry Immortal" is a title, and in the world, this title is widely spread, and even carries some legendary colors.

This Yue Qingfeng was born in Nanshan County, and he was born with extraordinary intelligence, when other children were still babbling, he could already communicate with adults normally, and when other children began to speak normally, he was already able to speak.

By the time he was four years old, he had already begun to recite poems, which made many adults ashamed of his literary talents, and at the age of six he developed his own painting skills, and the paintings he painted were sold in literary stores, often selling at "sky-high prices".

And all this seems to be God's gift, no one taught him at all.

Within a few years, his fame spread throughout Nanshan County and several surrounding cities, and as his reputation became more and more popular, some people began to give him the title of "Nanshan Poet Immortal".

Then, the title spread more and more widely, and gradually became known to everyone.

If he is just literate, then his name will only be spread in the world, and people in the cultivation world may not know who he is.

And the key point is here, Yue Qingfeng awakened his martial soul when he was sixteen years old, and went to a small sect nearby to apprentice, but the people of that small sect were not optimistic about his cultivation talent, although they accepted him to get started, they just let him stay in the outer gate and do some rough work every day.

Yue Qingfeng didn't complain about this, and then in the outer disciple assessment a few months later, he was a blockbuster, relying on the skills he realized to defeat several inner disciples in a row, and his skills were shocked on the spot.

A newcomer can perceive a new set of exercises by himself, and this creativity can be described as rebellious, which caused a sensation at the time.

And when that small sect thought that he had found a treasure, Yue Qingfeng drifted away, and since then he has disappeared and disappeared.

And as time went by, the name Yue Qingfeng was gradually forgotten, and no one expected that when he reappeared, it would be on such an occasion, and he would stand with the cult demon of Zhutian Dao.

The appearance of this Yue Qingfeng caused a commotion all around, and many people focused their eyes on this elegant young man, but he seemed to only have the cultivation of the peak of the soul master, and he looked very ordinary in the realm.

Since you dare to come to the Yunhai Immortal Sect to ask questions, there must be something special.

Jiang Shan Zhenren coughed lightly and asked, "The third question, what is it like?"

This time, Chun Seventeen didn't speak, Yue Qingfeng took a step forward and said: "The cultivation in Xia is really not worth mentioning, and the competition is definitely not comparable, but I have some experience in poetry and painting, and I want to learn from the young talents of Yunhai Immortal Sect." ”

"Compare poetry and painting?" Jiang Shan Zhenren was stunned for a moment, not only him, but everyone else didn't come back to their senses for a while.

Yunhai Immortal Sect is a cultivation sect, you come to Yunhai Immortal Sect to challenge, not to start with cultivation, but to challenge poetry and painting, isn't this full of food?

There were not a few people in the audience who had this idea, and Yue Qingfeng seemed to have guessed everyone's thoughts, and said with a smile: "My poetry and painting are different from what everyone thinks!"

As he spoke, a wolf with a thick ink appeared behind him, which was obviously his martial spirit.

It is also suitable for a reader to have a brush martial spirit.

Yue Qingfeng pointed out his fingers, his fingertips trembled slightly, and the brush seemed to be sensed and began to dance in the air.

A moment later, a few strokes of a drawing and two lines of ink-drenched characters appeared in the air.

I saw that he painted a lonely peak, straight into the clouds, the peak was submerged in white clouds, and halfway up the mountain, there were a few birds looming.

There is a poem next to it - the lonely peak enters the clouds, and the geese can't see it.

I don't know why, when his painting and poem were completed, the people watching the battle around gradually felt a wonderful atmosphere, Yue Qingfeng still stood there indifferently, but everyone had a feeling of looking up to him for no reason.

Voices began to be heard: "Is this a hallucination, why does it feel weird?"

"It's not an illusion, it's called momentum, a soldier who surrenders before a fight. ”

"I heard that this is Yue Qingfeng's original exercise, which is used to enter the Tao with poetry and painting, condense momentum or suppress opponents, or assist oneself, which is not useful. ”

"Listen to you say this, his painting is paired with this poem, absolutely amazing!"

Everyone was talking, and when Fang Feiyang heard their words, he burst out laughing.

This painting is just that, at least it looks quite realistic, but this poem ...... Is this also a poetry?

Fang Feiyang once watched Meng Duo write poems, and the writing was really miserable, he himself has lived in this world for more than ten years, and he also knows that the cultural development of this world is quite backward, and it can't be compared with the Tang and Song poems in the previous life, and the level is eighteen roads worse.

Originally, when he heard that this Yue Qingfeng was called "Nanshan Poetry Immortal", Fang Feiyang still had some expectations, wanting to see if he could write something amazing, but he didn't expect to wait for this kind of bullshit verse.

In a sound of surprise, Fang Feiyang's laughter was somewhat harsh, Yue Qingfeng's eyes stopped on him for two seconds, and then continued: "I came to Yunhai Immortal Sect this time, mainly because I heard that you have a person here who is very drunk and good at poetry and painting, so I want to learn from him." ”

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