Who?

Who is a high-level scholar?

"I'm a high-level literary cultivator?"

Zhang Junlin was taken aback by Prince Xiao's wild words.

If he could become a high-level literary cultivator by memorizing a poem, he would not have worked hard to farm and accumulate energy to engage in martial arts cultivation.

What's more, after reading this poem, he didn't feel like he was going to improve his strength at all.

Where did the high-level literary cultivation come from?

"Aren't you a high-level literary cultivator who can make such a masterpiece?"

This time it was Prince Xiao's turn to look confused.

He believed that Zhang Junlin would not tell lies.

An emperor who was so young and frivolous that he casually revealed that he was a ninth-order martial artist would definitely not lie in this matter.

If Zhang Junlin is a high-level literary cultivator, he must be eager to tell the world.

After all, it is a troubled time now, and the royal family pays attention to martial arts, and no matter which emperor has not yet reached such a level.

And the identity of a high-level literary cultivator, brought to an emperor, must be flocked to by countless talented students.

"Isn't it that high-level literary cultivation can't make good poems? Prince Xiao, your perception is a little narrow. ”

Zhang Junlin's ridicule made Prince Xiao, who had never shut up, dare not respond.

Because in his cognition, being able to make such a masterpiece is definitely a high-level literary cultivation.

But looking at Zhang Junlin, it really doesn't look like it, is it a masterpiece that is natural, is it their chance?

That's it.

Prince Xiao immediately stood up.

"Yes or no, let's do it again!"

"And who wins?"

Young and frivolous, whoever wins is the king.

Although Li Chun didn't want to admit that he lost to someone who hadn't even started Wen Xiu, but with the poem just now, let alone Li Chun, the other person who was pulled by Prince Xiao to fight in the ring knew that he couldn't be beaten.

"It's Monarch Zhang who won."

Li Chun was convinced.

Zhang Junlin compared to Prince Xiao, who was anxious and roaring: "Let's get out of the question." ”

"I'm good at lyrics, since Zhang Junjun is famous in the world and is good at military affairs, how about writing a lyric with this topic?"

Prince Xiao's words sounded a little weird.

It seems that he is not here to compete, but to set Zhang Junlin's words.

However, Zhang Junlin thought that Northern Qi was also good at martial arts, and no matter how bad Prince Xiao was, he must have followed Xiao Shuo a lot.

It's impossible to let go, and you don't want to lose.

Thereupon.

He immediately said in a deep voice: "I have a word, called "Little Heavy Mountain". ”

The question is the word.

If it weren't for Prince Xiao knowing that this topic was tailor-made for Zhang Junlin on his own temporary basis, he would still think that Zhang Junlin was cheating!

"Please! Tell me! ”

“……”

Zhang Junlin looked at the excited Prince Xiao.

looked at Li Chun and Qi Neng and the others who all closed their eyes and waited for him to memorize the words, and I didn't know what they meant.

I was about to ask about the old man who seemed to have a lot of insight into poetry, but I saw that the old man also looked like he was settled with his eyes closed, and there was no way to communicate at all.

There was no way, he could only read with a strange face: "Last night, the cold stinger couldn't stop singing." Shocked back to the dream of a thousand miles, it has been three watches. Get up and walk around the stairs alone. People are quiet, and the moon is bright outside the curtain. The white head is famous. The old mountain pine and bamboo are old, blocking the return journey. I want to put my heart into Yaoqin. There are few bosom friends, who listens to broken strings? ”

In fact, when Zhang Junlin heard this topic, what flashed in his mind was "Jing Kang is ashamed, still not snowing", and "eight thousand miles of clouds and moons".

But it said that it had no historical background and had to make up a story, so it simply used another poem by General Yue, which he liked quite a lot.

Read the poem.

The hall was still quiet.

Zhang Junlin was still wondering if they couldn't understand the state of mind in this poem.

Suddenly.

A whirlwind swirled out from among the crowds.

But soon there was a return to calm.

Then, sighs rang out in the hall.

"I patronized and immersed myself in this poem and couldn't remember the last paragraph, but unfortunately I couldn't break through again."

"Is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince too? I may have broken through too much just now, and I didn't have the opportunity to break through one after another. ”

"I think that Monarch Mi seems to have broken through the first order through this, and his temperament is different from before."

Zhang Junlin heard their inexplicable encrypted language and looked towards Qi Neng.

Isn't.

Before, maybe because of bad things, the shoulders were a little collapsed, but at this time, he was radiant, and the whole person seemed to be re-infused.

When I opened my eyes, my eyes, which were originally full of scheming, became warm at this time.

Good fellow, is this because of the reason for hearing his words?

"The poem by Zhang Junjun reminds me of the scene when I was chased and killed by the deposed prince, and the shackles in my heart were suddenly broken, and I actually got the opportunity to advance."

Mi Neng was full of admiration.

If he said that before the competition, he still wanted to use this to lose Zhang Junlin's face.

Now, he just wants to ask Zhang Junlin to give him a few poems based on his life experience or state of mind.

In terms of martial cultivation, he is now an emperor, and there is no possibility of improvement, but literary cultivation is not limited to the length of cultivation, although it is weak in battle, it is of great benefit to him to lead hundreds of officials.

"Ah...... This ......"

Zhang Junlin suddenly couldn't cry or laugh.

He is not a high-level literary cultivator, but he has the strength to advance literary cultivation.

Prince Xiao deliberately asked the question to test this?

That's great.

Zhang Junlin didn't expect that he would have such a role.

"Monarch Zhang!"

The young man next to Li Chun also hurriedly stepped forward.

I didn't care about the questions I had prepared a long time ago, so I came up with a question according to my current state of mind.

"I want to compose a poem with Zhang Junjun on the topic of ......"

"Stop, I've already won, I don't want to compete anymore."

Since Zhang Junlin knew that they wanted to use their own poems to advance, of course they would not be wronged again.

There is no point in continuing this competition.

The most important thing at the moment is to get the word out first.

Although he is not a high-level literary cultivator, he is better than a high-level literary cultivator.

Listening to him read poems and lyrics can make it possible for a literary cultivator to advance to such a thing, although such a thing is unbelievable, as long as the person with fantasy wants to try it, hehehe...... Didn't that talent appear in South Vietnam like a blowout?

When I return home, I will hold a talent conference.

This kind of fertilizer water can't flow into the fields of outsiders.

Prince Xiao and Qi Neng saw that Zhang Junlin saw through their minds and no longer hooked, and they sighed one after another.

But immediately after, a strong sense of crisis hit.

All the people of South Vietnam were soldiers, and the cultivation methods of Mo Qing were announced to the public, resulting in many middle-level and low-level martial artists who did not have high-level cultivation exercises in the world, all of them poured into South Vietnam to settle down, and strengthened the military strength reserves of South Vietnam.

Now they have accidentally developed the power of Zhang Junlin to enhance the power of Wen Xiu...... It was a great addition to South Vietnam.

Unfortunately.

But they couldn't kill Zhang Junlin, and they were even more reluctant to eradicate this Nanyue emperor who might have given them favor.

Qi Neng was still in a happy mood because of the successful advancement just now, and sour water suddenly appeared.

"Prince Xiao, I came all the way to celebrate the accession of the monarch to the throne, poetry discussion, you can send someone to South Vietnam to study in the future, or you can go to me in person, you and I have opened up commerce and trade, and cultural exchanges must also keep up."

Prince Xiao's eyes lit up suddenly, and he suddenly realized the foresight of his father and Zhang Junlin to establish a good relationship.

That's right!

Zhang Junlin is the nephew of his father, and it is not an exaggeration for him to call out his big brother.

If you invite the eldest brother to have a drink another day and write a poem for him as the first lyrics, can the eldest brother refuse?

It can't be cheaper here.

"It's easy to say, Monarch Zhang, you talk first, I'll take the first step, tell my father the good news, and wait for my father to plan my envoy to South Vietnam."

He must be asked to promise his father that when he leaves from Western Chu, he will go to South Vietnam!