The three of them lined up in front of the saint statue, and Xu Mao and another scholar naturally stood on both sides of Shen Lang.

Lin Dong said in a deep voice: "Worship the saint, please bless!" ”

The three of them bowed respectfully to the statue of the saint, and in an instant, the remaining talent in the sky suddenly fell, and nearly half of it was poured into Shen Lang's body.

The surrounding students were envious, this is talent.

Although as long as you can write excellent works, you can get talent, but how many good works can a reader make in his life?

Like Shen Lang, who is connected to Mingzhou Zhenguo within a month, it is the entire Dongyun Kingdom, and the second one can't be found.

Shen Lang's eyes drooped, feeling the infusion of talent.

The amount of this talent is a little worse than that of Narushu Shiwen, but the key is that there seems to be another force in it, and after entering the misty world, it actually went directly to Xiaochi's side.

Wen Xin hung high above Xiao Chi, and as soon as this strange power entered, it was immediately absorbed by Wen Xin.

Shen Lang could vaguely feel that the cyan light on Wen Xin's heart seemed to be a little brighter.

Exiting from the misty world, he saw that Xu Mao and another candidate next to him had already completed the blessing of the saint, and they all looked at him with envy on their faces at this moment.

Seeing that Shen Lang was sober, Lin Dong nodded slightly, and said loudly: "Thank you, saint." ”

All the candidates bowed and saluted: "Thank you, saint." ”

"Send the saints." Lin Dong said loudly again.

The candidates bowed again: "Congratulations to the saint." ”

In the sky, the powerful coercion began to dissipate.

At this moment, Shen Lang suddenly raised his head and said in a loud voice: "Shen Lang, a student from Anping County, please stay with the saint!" ”

When the words fell, all the candidates in the audience were stunned.

And the people who know the inside story are all complicated.

Please, it hasn't been seen in years.

The examinees took advantage of the moment of the saint's blessing to sacrifice their huge talents as a sacrifice and invited the saint to descend with a ray of divine consciousness.

Via, who was already about to leave in the sky, paused.

Lin Dong shouted in a low voice: "Sacrifice talent!" ”

Shen Lang took a light breath, and the talent qi in his body surged, and everyone felt a majestic talent gushing out of Shen Lang's body.

At this moment, everyone's eyes widened.

This is the talent that a scholar who has just entered the realm of a ten-grade student can have?

Even if it's the Haoran Realm, even the Bachelor Realm isn't so terrifying!

Lin Dong stood on the side, his expression was a little complicated, he didn't know why Shen Lang was unwilling to use the words of the river god to prove his innocence. Today's consumption of talent is fundamentally harmful to any scholar.

Liao Guangzheng, who was standing in a group of scribes, had an ugly face, and scolded hatefully: "Zhao Hao should be damned!" ”

The majestic talent qi in Shen Lang's body continued to gush out, and was absorbed by the saint statue in front of him.

Unexpectedly, however, the statue of the saint trembled slightly, but there was no sign of presence.

Could it be that the Holy Judgment failed?

Everyone's complexion changed slightly, and the talent consumed would not be returned, if the Holy Judge really failed, then for Shen Lang, it would really be a loss to his wife and soldiers.

Lin Dong said in a deep voice: "Ziyu can't be reckless, it's time to stop now!" ”

Shen Lang frowned slightly, not talented enough?

He shook his head slightly, and suddenly took out the brush from his arms.

It was the first time that the people in the inner sanctum had seen Emerald Mang, and someone immediately recognized it.

"It's Cuimang!"

"How could Cui Mang be in his hands?"

However, Lin Dong's expression immediately moved slightly, and he said loudly: "Quick, quickly take the four treasures of the study!" ”

Xu Mao was the first to react, and he didn't care about any etiquette, so he immediately ran out of the side door of the inner hall, and quickly took the four treasures of the study.

The ink in the inkstone was polished, and the rice paper was also taken in a thick stack.

With a wave of Lin Dong next to him, the rice paper and inkstone flew in front of Shen Lang and floated in the air.

"Brother Shen Lang, please!" Xu Mao looked at Shen Lang, his eyes flashing with a somewhat complicated light.

From the beginning of entering the academy, he was the Tianjiao in the same window, and he was valued by the teachers of the academy along the way, and he faintly had the momentum of the first talent in Anping County.

But all of this was shattered on the day of the Wenxin Fruit Meeting.

Shen Lang was born, and a song "Watching Wenquan in Anping County with Lin Wanli" amazed the audience, and Wenxin even took the initiative to choose the master and chose him.

After that, the river god sacrifice, and then the Tong Sheng test, it seems that every time Xu Mao wants to become famous in one fell swoop, this Shen Lang will appear in an invincible posture, attracting everyone's attention with his poems that shock the past and the present.

And Xu Mao's mentality has also changed from suspicion and resentment at the beginning to admiration now.

But there is always a little unwillingness, looking at Shen Lang, he has mixed feelings.

Shen Lang naturally didn't know what Xu Mao was feeling in his heart, and after he hugged his fist towards Xu Mao and thanked him, he immediately looked at the rice paper in front of him.

"Shen Lang, is this going to compose poetry again?"

"It's hard to say."

"What's the use of writing poetry if you don't have enough talent?"

"If he can write one work of Narushu, can't he write a second one?"

"Brother Li, there are already two articles, even if Shen Lang is a genius, it is impossible to write three articles in Mingzhou and one in Zhenguo in a month."

The examinees and the scribes on the side were all talking in low voices, but looking at the rice paper floating in front of Shen Lang, a flash of excitement flashed in everyone's eyes.

Regardless of whether Shen Lang's request for the Holy Judgment succeeds or fails, today's events are rare in his life.

Shen Lang just groaned slightly, and the pen fell on the rice paper.

My family washes the inkstone pond tree,

All the flowers bloom with light ink marks.

Don't let anyone boast about the color,

Only leave the clear air full of goodness.

"This ...... Is this a hymn? ”

There was a murmur of chatter from the crowd.

"Shen Lang has indeed been forced very miserably by Zhao Hao these days, not only was his spine broken, but he was also forced to hide out of the county seat, and now in order to prove his innocence, he has to ask for a holy referee. Really...... Alas! ”

"When you say that, I think of it, the excuse Zhao Hao used that day was to collide with the county lord?"

"That matter is very strange, from beginning to end, I just heard Zhao Hao say this, and I haven't come up with any evidence until now."

"What do you mean......"

"I'm not bored, it's just a matter of facts."

The crowd was still talking, but there was a sudden shock in the inner sanctum.

A faint blue aura filled the air, and a faint picture appeared in the sky above the inner sanctum.

It was a simple courtyard, and a white-robed scribe stood by a small pool with his back to the crowd.

The picture seems to be static, not like the summer dragonflies flying like "Watching Wenquan in Anping County with the Forest", nor like the bloody battle on the battlefield in "Southern Expedition", and naturally there is no Lanjiang hanging Luo Shen Lingbo when "Luo Shen Fu" came out.

But there is no doubt that since there is a heavenly performance poem, it must be the work of Narushu!

"Narushu, Narushu again!"

"Shen Lang is talented!"

The whispers in the hall had turned into a tumult.

In the life of a scholar, how many people can really see the birth of Mingzhou poetry with their own eyes?

But the readers in Anping County have read it four times this month, and one of them is still a work of Zhenguo.

Excitement, envy, jealousy, frustration, and other emotions permeate the crowd.

Shen Lang didn't pay attention, and after the green qi fell, he waved his hand and poured it all into the saint statue in front of him. However, although the statue of the saint trembled slightly, there was still no sign of coming.

Shen Lang frowned, not talented enough?

Everyone in the hall was also dumbfounded, they had all heard that it was necessary to consume a large amount of talent to ask for a holy judge, but how much did Shen Lang consume just now? I'm afraid it's enough for a scholar to be directly promoted to the seventh grade, right?

Such a talent is not enough?!

"It's over, it's not enough!"

"Is it possible to write another song Narushu?"

Shen Lang did not hesitate, and put down the pen again.

Thousands of hammers chiseled out of the deep mountains,

The fire burns as if it were idle.

I'm not afraid of broken bones,

Leave innocence in the world.

The blue qi in the sky returned, and in an instant it turned into a high mountain, and in the rocks of the mountain, a chisel was constantly beaten by an iron hammer, gradually revealing a touch of snow white in it.

"It's Yongzhi again, it's Mingzhou again, and it's Tianyan poetry again......"

The candidates were a little numb, and they felt that they could brag about today's scene when they went out in the future.

"Have you ever seen the poetry of Tianyan? Young Master Ben has seen it. ”

"How many times do you ask?"

"Hehe, don't ask! The question is one, two, three, four, five, one of which is still a poem into a town! ”

Unlike the candidates, the scribes who came from all over the world were intoxicated with their faces.

Two Narushu, and all of them are songs.

How nostalgic is this?

How much resentment is this?!

So much so that many people looked at Li Yuanqing with a little unkind face.

Li Yuanqing couldn't cry or laugh, and said in his heart, what does this matter to me? However, these two poems are really good.

Liao Guangzheng's face was gloomy, and his eyes were almost bursting with flames: "I'm not afraid of broken bones, I want to leave my innocence in the world...... Today is the arrival of King Huaining in person, and the old man must be good-looking! ”

The anger in his heart towards Zhao Hao has reached the extreme, this is watching a genius student exhaust his life's talent to ask for a saint!

If he was still an official in the court, he would never let today's incident happen!

Shen Lang tilted his head, his face was strange.

Is it so hard to ask for a holy judgment?

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, I want to see how much talent is needed for this holy judge!

Pick up the pen and fall.

Insist that Qingshan does not relax,

The roots are in the broken rock.

Thousands of blows are still strong,

Ren Er's east, west, north and south winds.

Rumble!

Talent is coming, and the heavenly performance is reappearing......

Shen Lang naturally didn't know that in the Tiangong Confucian Temple, three old men with white hair and cloth clothes were sitting with their eyes down.

Countless phantoms appeared around them, and if you look closely, you can find that these phantoms are actually pictures of the inner sanctuaries of various academies holding invitations to the Holy Blessing.

Suddenly, one of them opened his eyes, and a strange color appeared on his face.

"Holy Judge, please?"

He raised his hand, and a wisp of green qi swirled out of one of the images and landed on his hand.

"My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and all the flowers bloom with light ink marks. Don't let people praise the color, only leave the air full of goodness. ”

The old man in cloth showed a touch of surprise on his face: "Good poetry! ”

The two people next to him were also alarmed by his voice and opened their eyes to look at him.

"Gu Sheng, what's going on?"

The two of them just subconsciously asked, and immediately sensed that special aura.

The old man on the right was stunned: "Please Holy Judge?" ”

The old man on the left frowned and said, "The last time I asked for a holy judge was sixty years ago, what happened to make the candidate come to this point?" ”

Gu Sheng said suddenly: "Don't worry about that first, you read the poems first?" ”

"Poetry?"

Gu Shengdao: "Maybe it's because of the lack of talent, so I wrote poems on the spot to invite the talent of heaven and earth." ”

"And that kind of thing?"

Gu Sheng smiled slightly and said, "Xu Sheng, Qian Sheng, please take a look at this." ”

Raise your hand and release that wisp of green energy.

The two old men were a little surprised, and immediately released their divine thoughts to probe the green qi.

Just a moment later, a strange light flashed in the eyes of the two, and they said in unison: "Good poetry!" ”

"Especially the sentence 'Don't let people praise good colors, just flow clear and full of energy', it should be seen that the character of the poet is noble." Xu Sheng paused, looked at Gu Sheng and asked, "This poem is a work of Mingzhou?" ”

"But it's Narushu's work." Gu Sheng replied.

Qian Shengdao: "The text is plain, but the ambition is high, who wrote this poem?" And why do you ask for holiness? ”

Gu Sheng shook his head and said, "I don't know, I'm not waiting for the two of you to taste, and I'll take a look after I get ready." ”

Xu Sheng frowned, and said: "Gu Sheng, please come over immediately, this poem is Yongzhi, I think it is the student who has suffered an injustice, so he sacrifices to ask the Holy Judge." ”

Gu Sheng nodded and said, "I'm ......"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly froze, and his expression became strange.