"Hasn't the Demon Emperor come back yet?"

"No, he said......"

"What did he say?"

"He said he wanted to take another look at the prosperity of China."

The big demons were silent, and Kunpeng didn't continue to ask, just stood silently in front of the gate of creation, waiting for the last moment to come.

On the other side, Jiang Wenming was watching the poetry conference with Aphrodite in Chaoge City at this time.

As the birthplace of Chinese culture that has been inherited for thousands of years, countless literati and writers in each dynasty have left famous stories here.

This poetry conference is also a traditional culture that has been handed down, and the host randomly selects the topics and allows the participants to compose poems and lyrics temporarily.

If you are confident in your calligraphy, you can also write it on the spot and let the people present evaluate it.

Jiang Wenming didn't come here to participate, but was just watched by Aphrodite.

But in this registration link, Aphrodite cheated him and pushed him directly.

Fortunately, he had changed his appearance before, and no one recognized him.

There were more than a dozen people participating in the event this time, and Jiang Wenming was one of them.

"Since no one is involved, I start drawing questions. Let me see what the theme of this poem is. ”

The host digs his hand into the box and grabs a random note.

There was a word 'wine' written on it.

"I announce that the theme of this poetry conference is wine, and you contestants have ten minutes to think, and after ten minutes, please show your answers.

If the rest of the audience wants to participate, they can pick up a pen and paper to write it down.

Later, the staff will select the excellent works and enjoy them with everyone. ”

This kind of vassal elegance has always been the favorite of literati and ink writers, and since ancient times, there has been a saying that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

So no matter what poems you write, it's normal, after all, personal perceptions are different.

Hearing what the host said, many people began to take action, picked up paper and pencil and began to meditate.

Soon someone raised their hand and signaled that they were done.

"Singing during the day must be indulged in wine, and youth is a good companion to return home.

That is, from Ba Gorge through Wu Gorge, then go down to Xiangyang to Luoyang. ”

"Good!"

As soon as this poem came out, it immediately aroused applause from the audience.

Just as the wanderer can't wait to return home, a poem expresses the author's freedom and joy.

With a good start in front, the rest of the contestants were also aroused to win.

One poem after another was displayed, and some of them borrowed wine to drown their sorrows, such as: Who borrowed me a pot of wine, and got drunk next autumn full of buildings. How many shocking moons in the world, a little cool and a little sad.

There are also complaints about life, such as: a pack of cigarettes, two pots of wine, three or four friends, drink at five or six o'clock, seven points drunk and eight points sad, and be taken away by his wife at nine o'clock.

Although it caused laughter, it was wildly recognized by countless married men.

Soon it was Jiang Wenming's turn.

I saw him write two lines of poetry on paper with a brush: I borrowed a glass of wine on the bridge, half sprinkled on the bridge and half into the throat.

"Sir, why are there only these two lines in your poem? Can you write the rest out as well? ”

The host saw that he hadn't finished writing yet, so he kindly reminded him.

Jiang Wenming was just about to continue writing, when he heard the bell ring at twelve o'clock, and smiled apologetically at the host.

"I'm sorry, it's time for me to go, and I'll make up for it next time if I have the chance."

He nodded apologetically to everyone, then stepped out and disappeared into place.

"I'll go, isn't this an immortal just now?"

"Whether it's a god or not, it must be a big guy, this speed, it's gone in a flash."

"There's no one to make up for the second half of the story, if it's not complete, I guess I won't be able to sleep well tonight."

“……”

In front of the Gate of Creation, just as the big demons were about to enter the Gate of Creation, Jiang Wenming finally rushed over at the last moment.

Kunpeng glanced at him and didn't say anything, just nodded at him.

"Let's go!"

Jiang Wenming walked in the front, pressed his hands on the door of creation and pushed hard, and the quaint and heavy stone door was pushed open by him to reveal the scene inside.

The endless starry sky forms a whirlpool that looks mysterious and majestic.

The demon fish rushed in, turning into a streamer and disappearing.

Jiang Wenming just wanted to turn back, but was held down by Kunpeng.

"Don't look back!"

"Say goodbye today, I don't know if there will be a chance to come back."

Jiang Wenming smiled bitterly and stepped into the whirlpool of the Gate of Creation.

As he left, Kunpeng glanced back at the world below.

"Next time I come back, all this will change, I promise in the name of the demon clan!"

After speaking, he stepped into the door of creation.

The lights below became unusually glaring and eye-catching, like burning flames.

After stepping into the gate of creation, he only felt that the world was spinning, and when he came to his senses again, he had already appeared on a platform.

Surrounded by an endless void, at the foot of which is a staircase paved with bluestone, and at the end of the staircase is a huge gate that is a hundred feet high.

Under the guidance of Kunpeng, Jiang Wenming and the demons walked towards the giant gate on the top of the steps.

Before he could get close to the giant stone gate, he heard an old voice coming: "Who is coming, what is the matter here!" ”

"This is the Guardian of the Heavenly Gate."

Kunpeng lowered his voice and said to Jiang Wenming.

"Very strong?"

"At least the saint realm."

“……”

Jiang Wenming was speechless for an instant.

He also thought that he would have to go to the extraterritorial battlefield to meet the saint, but he didn't expect to meet one as soon as he went out.

"The new Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan wants to go to the extraterritorial battlefield with all the demons."

Since he is a saint, he must maintain the most basic respect, no matter which god the other person belongs to.

It's the rule!

"Demon Clan? Where do you want to go? ”

The old voice remembered again.

"Now the Gate!"

Kunpeng replied first.

"Yes! Leave your deeds and come back! ”

"What do you mean by leaving our deeds?"

Jiang Wenming was a little puzzled, but the old voice didn't answer him.

Kunpeng opened his mouth to explain: "When you go to the extraterritorial battlefield, you must leave your own memories, lest you die in the future and no one will remember you."

These memories are your chances of resurrection after you die in battle. ”

Jiang Wenming instantly understood that this was the legendary save point.

Following Kunpeng, he came to a stone wall, only to see many symbols scattered on it.

So he asked, "What are these symbols?" ”

"The mark left by the creatures who passed through the Heavenly Gate."

"Why are there so many blank spaces? Can I choose as I like? ”

"That's because, the blank area represents a complete death in battle, and all traces are erased. In order to commemorate them, the people of later generations deliberately left a blank space, knowing that this creature had come, even if no one remembered his name and story. ”

When Jiang Wenming heard this, his body trembled violently.

The original casual attitude disappeared, and he solemnly saluted the stele.

"The younger generation Jiang Wenming, I have seen all the seniors."