"I really envy Monarch Zhang sometimes."

Prince Xiao's unclear words made Zhang Junlin raise his eyebrows slightly.

He didn't want to take it.

But Prince Xiao is obviously not the kind of person who won't continue to talk if you don't answer him, and continued to himself: "Even if there is no chance of winning, Monarch Zhang is still so confident, and I don't know who gave you courage. ”

"Probably because of my hard work back then."

Don't look at him as a literary cultivator, but as early as the period when he was the prince of the prison country, he studied the cultural level of this world and the conditions of literary cultivation.

I found that the cultivation conditions of Wen Xiu were actually very open.

Sometimes you may be able to achieve enlightenment and cultivation because of a poem, a couplet, or even a pair of stickers.

The poetry and poetry of this world and other literary masterpieces are probably due to the increase in the consciousness of cultivation, resulting in a small output and a very niche output.

Because what has been handed down is all creations for the purpose of personal state of mind, it is naturally not like the one he came into contact with in his previous life, which is very aesthetic and can be passed down for thousands of years.

"It seems that Monarch Zhang really doesn't know anything about Wen Xiu, so he will make such a big talk."

"Wen Xiu relies on comprehension and chance, not that you can succeed with hard work."

Prince Xiao spoke with the attitude of a senior.

Ah, yes, yes, yes.

It's not that Zhang Junlin didn't think about using those poems to improve the level of Nanyue literary cultivation, but he ...... Not yet.

Most of the cultural cultivation in South Vietnam is concentrated in Zhenzhou, and Zhenzhou has now become the top priority of economic cities.

Now, he doesn't mind trying to see if the niche poems are more brilliant, or the poems he remembers that have been passed down for thousands of years have a larger audience.

"Than what?"

Zhang Junlin is mentally prepared to lose, but even if he wants to lose, he has to lose beautifully.

Absolutely do not give Mi Neng a chance to operate.

Prince Xiao looked proud that he had already won, turned his head to the two young men behind him who looked like students, and asked, "Which of you two will come first?" ”

The two glanced at each other, and the younger one took the lead in stepping forward, making a gesture towards Prince Xiao, and then saluting Zhang Junlin.

"Monarch Zhang, I'll come first."

"I am a Qilu person, surnamed Li, a single name and a spring character, good at composing poetry, entering the Tao with poetry, and now I am a sixth-order middle-grade literary cultivator."

Oh.

Zhang Junlin smiled and nodded: "Look up for a long time." ”

You can't return the favor.

After all, the status is there.

"Li Gongzi, please ask the question."

Write poetry.

He's not good at it.

But he was good at memorizing poems.

Not to mention the poems memorized from middle school to university, just kindergarten plus nine years of compulsory education, just take out a poem here is a masterpiece.

"Since Zhang Jun doesn't know much about poetry, I will come up with a simple topic, which can be inscribed on the mountain."

As soon as the topic is spoken.

Even Prince Xiao frowned and thought about it.

Zhang Junlin saw that Prince Xiao shook his head in denial when he had words in his mouth, and he didn't pretend, so he knew that they hadn't crossed the questions in advance.

Not to mention anything else, this alone proves that Prince Xiao is still a fair and honest person.

But this is not very good when used in this kind of competition.

"What's the comparison?"

"Naturally, whoever wants to make a poem, and if he does it well, he wins."

Almost Li Chun's voice just fell.

Zhang Junlin cleared his throat.

"I heard that Li Gongzi is from the land of Qilu, and he published a poem in his mind with the title of Writing Mountains to Mingzhi."

What?!

Everyone was shocked.

Su Rongdong faked a heavy cough and glanced at him: "Your Majesty, the sixth-order literary cultivation can be equivalent to the strength of the seventh-order martial cultivation. ”

The implication is that they must have a good skill.

Not to mention that Zhang Junlin has no precedent for writing poems at all, even if he really bursts out of inspiration to come up with a poem that meets the topic, then he naturally has to find out the other party's path first and then learn from it and revise it, and strive for perfection has a better chance of winning.

"Lord Guozhang don't worry, my poem is absolutely unprecedented, as long as I finish reading it, Princess Li will lose."

Crazy!

It's crazy!

When Prince Xiao heard this, he really admired Zhang Junlin's courage and courage.

Could this be the legendary newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers?

Just wrote the first poem and felt that you could overcome the people of the whole world?

Even if he is a ninth-order martial artist, he can't guarantee that he can fight all over the world, right?

The last time I thought I could win, the autumn goose came, and at this time the grass in front of the grave grew one person taller.

"Since Monarch Zhang is so confident, please ask Monarch Zhang for advice."

As the author of the question, Li Chun actually has a draft in his heart.

He was the one who came up with the question, so he naturally prepared the answer in advance.

It's just that he answered the question as soon as he said it, and it was inevitable that he would be suspected of cheating, and he originally planned to wait a quarter of an hour before reading out the new poem to decide the winner.

Since Zhang Jun is so confident, why should he "sacrifice ugliness"?

Qi Neng pursed his lips even more, and couldn't hold back his laughter.

He is also a literary cultivator.

Although his strength is not as good as Li Chun, he also knows that this question is not simple, and it is a compound question.

This mountain scenery sends the will, not to mention the test of double skills, but also the understanding of the integration of poetry and writing.

Even he couldn't think of a suitable poem, Zhang Junlin directly said that he had a poem that could determine the winner.

It's just overconfidence.

It seems that after Zhang Junlin became the emperor of Nanyue, his heart was not as calm as before.

Just when they were waiting to see Zhang Junlin come out of the embarrassment, Zhang Junlin began to recite poems.

"This song "Wangyue", for you."

"How is Dai Zongfu? Qilu Qing is at the end. Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk. ”

The people who were still preparing to see Zhang Junlin come out of embarrassment, when they heard this, their faces changed.

Su Rongdong also showed a surprised expression, and half-squinted his eyes recalled the scene of going to Mount Tai to watch the scenery back then.

"Swing your chest and give birth to Zeng Yun, and decide to return to the bird. It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance. ”

A poem is read.

Needles could be heard in the main hall.

Everyone seems to have the tall and majestic Mount Tai in front of their eyes, as well as the magical and beautiful scenery.

In particular, the last sentence "will be at the top of the mountain, at a glance of the mountains" made the ambition in their chests agitate, and remembered the ambition of the year.

Who wants to be subservient?

No one wants to.

They should stand between heaven and earth like Tarzan, not in the midst of competition.

When you are strong enough to a certain point, you can look down and see that those difficulties that you once thought were unattainable have long been lurking under your feet.

Bang bang bang.

Wen Xiu's mood that was present for a while suddenly opened, especially Li Chun, who faintly felt that when he broke through, his body suddenly lightened.

"I broke through! His Royal Highness the Prince! I'm now a sixth-order peak cultivator! ”

Li Chun was excited.

And Prince Xiao, who heard this poem for the first time and heard its birth with his own ears, had a very complicated mood at this time.

Let's say he's happy, he's happy.

Because of the perception of this poem, his literary cultivation strength has also been improved by one level.

But he couldn't be happy at all.

Because he knew that not only Li Chun had lost, but with the strength and influence of Zhang Junlin's poem, he would not have to compare at all in the future, and he knew that he would definitely lose completely.

"Monarch Zhang, you are really pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, with your strength in choosing words and making sentences, you told me that you have not yet started in literary cultivation? I don't believe it! ”

Prince Xiao indignantly accused Zhang Junlin.

"Isn't it bullying a high-level Wen Xiu to bully a low-level Wen Xiu?"