Xue Zha made the first "May Plan" for himself, he planned to go back to Yunhongshan to make a wave after the Tongsheng exam, and then take Xue San and Pan Xiaolian to Longzhou City to take the Xiucai exam, "Hmm...... I seem to have a Longzhou City Martial Arts League Hero Order given by Lao Cai!"

He took out the heroic order given to him by Cai Guoxi, rubbed it with his hand, felt the coldness on it, took a look, and found that the front of it was like a dragon soaring, like a phoenix dancing with three big characters "Hero Order", and a black dragon with teeth and claws painted on the back.

"This design is enough to draw to the simple!"

Xue Zha complained, and then he put away the heroic order, sat down at the table, grinded the ink and poured water, and soon mixed a full inkstone with moderate thickness.

He rolled up his cuffs, held the wolf pen that the proprietress had prepared for him, reached out and dipped the tip of the pen in the ink, then raised his wrist and shook it slightly, dripping the excess ink, and then he held the pen and prepared to write.

"What did Lao Wen say? Who writes more words and who has the highest ranking, right?"

"Well, most of the poems before Tang have a lot of words, and the silent writing is very standard, especially those poems of Qu Yuan, which are simply lyrical essays on the subject of poetry. ”

"What should I write? Lao Wen said that the start-up poetry will have a great effect here, do you want to try it?"

Xue Zha's left hand clenched into a fist to support his chin, his eyes glanced at the air at forty-five degrees, and a masterpiece of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties passed in front of his eyes, he put down the pen and rubbed his face, completely unsure of which one to write.

"It's too casual to use the number of words to score the highs and lows!"

Xue Zha feels that the imperial examination here is very child's play, after all, since the Tang Dynasty, poetry and writing have paid attention to rhyme, vision, emotion, and philosophy, and there are not many words!

Suddenly, Xue Zha thought of a person, that guy was called a "poet immortal", and he wrote countless poems, each of which was almost sung for thousands of years and endured.

"I remember, many of his old man's poems have hundreds of words, right?"

Xue Zha smashed his mouth, he said in his heart: It's good to have you, Lao Li, I'm not welcome to you...... When we have time to meet in the future, please have a drink!

Subconsciously, Xue Zha warmed up with the poet immortal Li Taibai, and he even thought of a slightly strange poem by this benevolent brother: "After the chaos and separation, Tian'en Liuyelang remembers the old travel book and presents Jiang Xiawei Taishou Liangzai".

"The name alone is only 22 words, I remember that the whole poem adds up to a thousand words, right?"

Xue Zha thought and recalled, he had already held the brush in his hand again and was ready to write.

"Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor. ”

"The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized. ”

"Mistakenly chasing the world's happiness is quite unreasonable. ”

"Ninety-six Holy Monarchs, the floating clouds are empty. ”

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"Wu Wa and Yue Yan are slender, and they are slender. ”

"Come up the ladder and smile out of the curtain. ”

"The guest is a small hand, and Luo Yi dances in the spring breeze. ”

"Bin kneeling and please rest, the host is very affectionate. ”

"Lan Jun Jing Mountain, Jiang Bao can be moved. ”

"Clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving. ”

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"The dog is still barking, and the Huns are laughing for a thousand years. ”

"I sigh four or five times in the middle of the night, and I am often worried about the big country. ”

"There are two mountains, and the Yellow River flows in the middle. ”

"Even chickens are not allowed to enter, and horses are empty. ”

"An Deyi is good at shooting, and an arrow falls on the head. ”

As soon as Xue Zha wrote the first two sentences of this poem, only a line of twenty words fell, and an exclamation sounded from outside the Gongyuan.

"Look, what's that?"

"Am I dazzled? Why...... How can there be a city carved of white jade floating in the air?"

"What is that? What a tall man, what is he doing, what is he giving to someone?"

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And the only person who noticed something unusual in the Gong Yuan was Lord Fu Yin, who had a keen five senses.

He was looking down at a book with his face in his hands, when suddenly his ears moved, and he looked up at the sky above Xue Zha's room, and at this glance, he was shocked and couldn't attach.

And when the brand-new and shocking visions appeared one after another, Lord Yin, who was born in the imperial examination, couldn't sit still.

"This ...... Such a big vision, this is the posture of a saint!"

Lord Wen sat up, he paced back and forth, for a while he wanted to go directly to Xue Zhe and tell Xue Zhe the conclusion he had reached, and for a while he was afraid that it would be inappropriate, after all, he was just a prefecture Yin under the eight states of the White Kingdom, and in the entire Wenyu Continent, he didn't even count a fart, he said "You have the posture of a saint" to be a fart, "You kid must really be a saint!"

He stabilized his mind and forcibly resisted the urge to help Xue Zha, with his position, he could already reach some unknown relationships, identities and resources.

"A young man with the appearance of a saint, exposing him in advance is not necessarily a good thing!"

After thinking about it again, Master Wen had already made up his mind to make an investment.

He got up again, and after pacing back and forth twice with his hands behind his back, he gritted his teeth and felt the official seal on his waist, and he sealed the entire tribute courtyard with his own authority.

A round arched white light covered the entire Gongyuan in it, with his total amount of literary qi and comprehensive strength of spirit, qi and blood, with the help of the official seal of this treasure to cover one or two, as long as he was not unlucky enough to meet any saint nearby, no matter how big the movement Xue Zha made, he could also cover this kid.

However, Lord Wen doesn't know how many images there are in the long poem of "Poet Immortal Li Taibai", after the images rush to the high sky and bloom thousands of visions of heaven and earth, not to mention the power of his mansion, even if he asks Lord Zhou Mu to do his best in the state city, it is difficult to completely cover all those visions that rise into the sky.

Xue Zha's hairpins fell on the rice paper, and brilliant colored light bloomed from above his head, the holy monarch, the sea, the sword dancer, the general, the emperor, the golden platform, Huatang, Xianyang City, the tragic battlefield, the building ship...... Wait for one vision after another to sprinkle like fireworks into the sky overhead.

The people outside the Tribute Courtyard were first attracted, they stood outside the Tribute Courtyard with their heads up, and then sighed and wanted to disperse because of the white light released by Lord Fu Yin, but before everyone could go far, the white light was like another world appeared, all kinds of good and bad scenes, characters, and costumes appeared on the stage, tragic, lucky, beautiful, and ugly...... It was like a recreation of the most real time and space, and people could be hit by the feelings contained in it at a glance, and the whining and crying included the soldiers who were guarding the gate of the Gongyuan.

"How could this be, how could such a prosperous era collapse overnight? Why, why is this?"

"I haven't seen enough of the world in such a fairyland, why is there gunsmoke, why is there war, why is there such a beautiful world!

"I don't want to look at blood and swords, I want to see beauty and glitz, quickly pour me back, and return to such a beautiful time and space that I can't even imagine!"

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Xue Zha finished writing a long poem with a thousand words in one hand, even his wrist was a little sore, no way, the laws of this world are like this, and there will be such a price for writing words that can communicate the laws of heaven and earth.

When he thought of the "Law of Heaven and Earth", he was shocked.

Just now, all of Xue Zha's attention was on writing regular script on rice paper, but now that his attention returned to his body, he realized that he was like soaking in a pool of rich and indissolable Wenqi, and every inch of his body's skin, every shell point, and every bone was undergoing the tempering of "washing the essence and cutting the marrow".

"Oh...... Oooo

Xue Zha didn't hold back, he had already worked hard, in order not to make such a shameful sound, he bit his lower lip hard, but it was too comfortable, he was really too comfortable, so the comfortable shout of "Oooh Oooh ......" couldn't stop as soon as he screamed.

There were a few candidates in room next to him who snorted and scolded: "What is the show, others have also written good poems to attract the temper of the text, not like you...... Boom, you're just!"

Some candidates also roared angrily and scolded: "Damn, have you fallen into a woman's nest? What are you shouting here, I can't even remember the poems I can memorize!"

Or those who observed carefully, they were stunned to find that the sky above Xue Zha's room was not a funnel formed by Wen Qi at all, it was completely a large water tank that was buckled upside down, and a handful of fine sand-like Wen Qi was sprinkled into Xue Zha's body, like filling the sediment of the ocean, writing "vicissitudes of life" little by little!

He ...... Did he write the first poem of the Amazing Saint?"

Someone exclaimed, and soon, the abnormal appearance on the top of Xue Zha's head caused the entire Gongyuan, the entire Jian'an City, and even the entire Anlu Mansion to shake.