Seven-foot golden qi, this kind of achievement has overwhelmed the audience, and the Dragon King of Ningjiang immediately stood tall and walked around in front of the Dragon Kings.

How many hundred years have passed, and Dingzhou, where he is located, has no Tianjiao scholars who can meet other inner states.

Now that he is finally raising his eyebrows, he can straighten his waist and get the first place in the poetry club, and even if he fails in the next secret realm assessment, the interests of Dingzhou Dragon Palace can be basically guaranteed.

Dai Ning Dragon King was speechless, shrunk back and had no face to speak again, at this time, except for Zhou Bai, all the words on the field had been written, and the seven-foot golden qi was unshakable.

Not to mention, there is also the dragon spirit.

Buzzing~

When the dragon line was fully revealed, the four dragon pillars immediately let out a buzzing roar, and one after another.

Hundreds of points of light flew out, like moths, and pounced into the "burning" boiling golden gas column.

In an instant, the seven-foot gold qi grew to nine feet nine, which was a boundary, the boundary of Qingshi.

However, with the approval and help of the dragon spirits, Zhou Bai's golden qi pillar broke through nine feet nine and reached a height of one zhang.

And the normal gold color became extremely bright at this time, like red gold.

This scene made the old man in Confucian clothes, who was originally sitting at the top, unable to maintain a calm posture anymore, and he said in a daze: "It's not that there are no great talents to write green poems here, but it is the first person to break through the limit of nine feet and nine literati with the pattern of golden poems." ”

The dragon kings in the other hall were also talking.

"This week's dragon line of Bai is indeed in line with the appetite of our dragon clan."

"The dragon spirits of the past dynasties are highly recognized, and it is not incomprehensible to break through the boundaries of style."

"The old boy of the Dragon King of Ningjiang is lucky, it just so happens that this kind of heavenly change is a great world, and such a great talent appears in Dingzhou."

……

There is a magic weapon for the test of literary temperament, the ranking is clear at a glance, and the old man in Confucian service is also very simple to announce the results of the poetry competition.

"This poetry meeting is the winner, Dingzhou Zhou Bai! Reward a wisp of youth luck to help it rise to the top! ”

"The rest of the kings have their rewards, which will be distributed by the dragon kings."

Zhou Bai stepped forward and saluted in all directions, and then calmly accepted the return gifts from other scholars, all of them were sincere, and the difference in strength was here.

Then the old man in Confucian clothes pointed to the magic weapon of the brush again, and suddenly an ink-colored wind set off in the hall, not blowing anything, only sweeping away the ink treasure that the scholars had just made.

The previous spiritual food feast was not eaten in vain, and these dragon poems and ink treasures were still very useful, which could protect the ancestral dragon fortune.

"In the second competition, you will be drawn to go to the secret realm of our clan, where you will be responsible for teaching the young dragon the way of being a dragon."

"The specific matters, presumably the Dragon King who brought you here has already explained, so if you don't want to participate now, please leave the palace by yourself and start the secret realm assessment in a quarter of an hour."

With the reading of the rules of the Confucian old man, the sergeants in the hall looked at each other, and no one was willing to move lightly for a while.

The involution of the human race is everywhere, from the upper elite to the lower civilians, they are always comparing and competing with each other.

It wasn't until the time limit of a quarter of an hour was almost up that a few scholars secretly left, and it was they who wrote the poems of white gas in the first poetry meeting.

At the moment, they really don't have the heart to participate in the second competition, and if they lose miserably one after another, they are afraid that it will affect the spirit of the Spring Imperial Examination.

We can't turn chance into a disaster, and when we are decided, we will be judged.

Therefore, no one has any sarcasm for the departing losers, they are all smart people who know how to make trade-offs.

When the time came, the old man in Confucian clothes walked into the hall again, only to see him with a solemn face, bowing to the dragon pillar in the four directions.

"Please witness the dragon spirits of the past dynasties, the guardian of the contemporary ancestral land, and open the secret realm of our clan on February 10, the forty-seventh year of Daxu Xiangxing!"

Under the majestic sound of vicissitudes, the four dragon pillars shone with golden light, and the ground in the center of the hall slowly cracked, and a huge picture scroll hidden in it appeared in front of everyone.

On the painting, there was a white fog that couldn't see anything clearly, only Zhou Bai could vaguely see some of the content with the Dacheng Hope Qi Technique.

There are mountains and rivers on it, cities and countryside, and there are also dragon palaces in the water, naughty and laughing long-horned children......

"All of you scholars are mortals, and it may be unbearable to extract divine thoughts into the secret realm in the painting, so please sleep." The old man of Confucianism said, and with a wave of his hand, the breeze came, and everyone immediately fell asleep.

Zhou Bai's soul was tenacious, but he didn't resist, but like everyone else, he lay on the table and fell asleep.

I only vaguely heard the last sentence of the explanation: "Do what you have learned, don't hide your secrets, what you experience is just a dream, and you won't lose anything......"

……

When he woke up again, there was no headache, no confusion, on the contrary, Zhou Bai was very awake now.

It was indeed just a wisp of divine thought coming in, and he could even feel the sleeping soul body in the outside world.

The relevant information of the world of the picture scroll is all in Zhou Bai's current identity memory.

is still called Zhou Bai, and his identity is the "invited" master of the Terran in Jiahu Dragon Palace, and he is responsible for teaching the dragon sons and grandsons of the Dragon Palace to be a good dragon.

Well, in the morning, I teach humanities and the principles of dragons, and in the afternoon, I teach clouds and rain, and every day the course is full.

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This is not to squeeze them dry, not to let people go.

The winning condition is that whoever teaches the young dragon will win the position of Shaojun first, and whoever wins the secret realm test.

The position of the young monarch is the title of the first palace dragon monarch for outstanding descendants, which means that he has the qualifications to inherit the foundation of the dragon palace and is the young master of the dragon palace.

Of course, because there are too many dragon sons and grandchildren, the territory and power of the Dragon Palace are generally very large, so there will not be only one young monarch.

Among them, the status of the dragon girl in the Dragon Palace is different, so there are no hard and fast rules, and generally speaking, the princess is also considered to be superior.

The Dragon Palace's private school is naturally also in the Dragon Palace, and it is strange to say that the Dragon Clan, who is obviously the best at resisting water, always sets up a water avoidance formation when building the Dragon Palace.

Perhaps, in this way, some of the habits of turning into human form can be retained.

On this morning, Zhou Bai came to the Dragon Palace Private School as usual, ready to start a new day's classes.

Before entering the private school, Zhou Bai could hear all kinds of laughter and slapstick, but when he walked into the private school, all the sounds disappeared suddenly, and the naughty children ran back to their seats one after another.

Zhou Bai knew that these young children with red lips and white teeth were young dragons, and he also understood why he had such great prestige.

Because in terms of identity setting, Zhou Bai has mana, otherwise how to teach the young dragon to walk in the clouds and rain.

And he tried it a little, and his mana is not weak, at least equivalent to a Yin God real person.

These young dragons dare to be naughty, but they can't beat him, and the ring ruler in his hand is no joke.

Looking at the fifteen students who respected the teacher, Zhou Bai bowed slightly.

"Start taking classes now, it's not easy to be a dragon, and it's even more difficult to become a young gentleman."

"The dragon can be big and small, and it can rise and hide: the big one is the clouds and the fog, and the small one is hidden and hidden; Ascending soars between the universe, and concealment lurks in the waves......"

When Zhou Bai was in class, he was already slowly observing and recording the characteristics of each student, and he wanted to find out the key cultivation of self-motivation.

After this lesson, there are already two young dragons who have become his training objects, Ao Lin and Ao Xia.

Only they would show excitement every time Zhou Bai mentioned words such as Shaojun and Zhenlong, and they listened to the lecture very seriously.