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.

The first floor of Qingfeng Pavilion is silent at the moment, and the needle drop can be heard.

The scholar lifted the pen, splashed ink, and stopped writing a set of actions in one go.

Looking at his expression again, he is very calm and calm, not like he did it on purpose.

It's as simple as writing a poem for him as eating and drinking!

It's just that before everyone had time to think about it, their eyes were attracted by the new poem on the table.

Or that end of the fresh font,

Floating like clouds, like a dragon.

Some knowledgeable monks frowned.

What kind of calligraphy is this? Regular script doesn't seem to be, it seems to be some kind of deformation of it, with the upright and smooth regular script, but it is elegant and free.

But most people don't pay attention to Zhao Rong's font, but focus all their attention on the "spectacle" of the new poem.

I saw a green mountain emerge out of thin air on the paper, the wall stands thousands of miles, a green bamboo stands proudly upright, standing in the rock crevices of the cliff, the strong wind blows in all directions, but it is self-reliant, tenacious.

This new poem can actually break the artistic conception out of the paper!

Everyone suddenly felt that the air around them seemed to be a little heavier.

And the monk with a high cultivation level even sensed that the aura of the Qi Sea was about to move.

There was a moment of silence in the lobby.

"Falling flowers...... There is my realm. ”

Someone spoke with dry lips.

Most remained silent, but the sound of breathing in the lobby had become thicker in vain.

Especially those monks below the Haoran Realm, one by one, their eyes were staring at the poem of falling flowers.

When they saw the climbing products before, they could calm down a little, because the climbing products could only be used by monks in the Haoran Realm and above to increase their spiritual energy cultivation.

And now, the one in front of me is a falling flower!

I don't know how many mountain monks are stuck in the bottleneck of the Fuyao Realm, and now that there is a chance that they can directly advance to the Haoran Realm, Mobao is right in front of them, how can this make them calm down?

After Zhao Rong signed the new poem, he put down the pen, observed it coldly for a moment, and found that some people looked wrong, so he suddenly reacted and immediately rolled up the two pieces of rice paper containing the poems on the table.

I heard that the poems that have the realm of self will turn into mortal things once they are perceived and absorbed.

Fortunately, no one has been able to resonate and integrate with the emotional resonance and artistic conception of this falling flower in such a short period of time.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be a big loss, this is said to be sent to the three brothers, if you write poems in the future, you have to pay attention......

Some people with hot eyes put away their poems like Zhao Rong was a thief, and their eyes ate people.

Zhao Rong chuckled, raised his hand to play with the pair of beautiful jade on his waist, and looked at those people with a flat look.

Suddenly, most of the impulsives calmed down, and a very few, even if they still had thoughts, did not dare to show their faces.

Although the scholar in front of him has not cultivated, he is indeed a scholar of Linlu Academy, and the operation of being able to throw out a poem of falling flowers is even more incredible, it is very likely that he is not an ordinary student of the academy, but a disciple of the mountain chief or a certain gentleman.

You must know that the mountain chief of Linlu Academy is one of the people who have cultivated the highest level in Wangque Zhou, and he is famous for protecting his shortcomings and "reasoning" on the mountain.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, feeling that this tiger skin from Linlu Academy was very easy to use.

He turned his head to look at Liu Sanchang, who had complicated eyes beside him, and smiled lightly.

"This is a little bit of my brother's heart, please accept it. ”

To Zhao Rong's surprise, Liu Sanbian did not shirk in the slightest, and directly took over the two poems.

"Thank you, childe. ”

Immediately, Liu Sanbian looked at the crowd again, and glanced at some people with gloomy eyes.

Zhao Rong followed his gaze and looked at the few people with ugly faces, thoughtfully, he still had to be cautious in the future, he couldn't be as reckless as he was today, although there was a flag of Linlu Academy, but what if people didn't eat it?

Most of the people in the surrounding crowd who knew the whole story looked at Liu Sanbian with envy.

A low-grade spirit stone for a poem of climbing the building, a poem with my realm and falling flowers, and even made a promising reading seed of Linlu Academy.

This can already be regarded as a great blessing on Wangque Zhou Mountain.

Some people are red-eyed and remorseful.

Some people sigh and drink and peck, all have a fixed number.

Liu Sanbian whispered a few words to Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong nodded, picked up the bookcase again, and followed him to prepare to leave.

The green-clothed girl who had been watching Zhao Rong's every move turned red.

She actually witnessed the birth of a poem of falling flowers, which could only be seen in the mountains or books in the past, and now they are happening in front of her!

She looked at Zhao Rong in a daze, and when she saw that he was leaving, she hurriedly pulled out her handkerchief and chased after him.

I don't know if he is willing to ...... I was a pen pal with whom I exchanged letters.

It's just that there are many people who are more eager than the girl, and when they saw that Zhao Rong was leaving, they hurriedly surrounded them.

The girl couldn't squeeze forward, and she was in a hurry around the periphery.

Behind her, her senior brother sighed when he saw this. Where can the seeds of reading in Linlu Academy be climbed by our small sects.

"Childe still has poems, and Qingfengju is willing to buy them all at a premium. ”

"Childe, please stay, the slave family wants to invite Childe to the house to talk. ”

"Can Childe come to Shiji Mountain as a guest?"

"Childe ......"

"Childe ......"

Zhao Rong waved his hand and walked outside, and the people who surrounded him didn't dare to block his way, so the crowd divided a path for him and Liu Sanbian to walk.

It was only at this time that Zhao Rong truly realized that the attraction of scholars who could make poems to low-level monks was so great. The status of this kind of academy reader on the mountain is probably similar to that of a traffic star in his previous life......

In fact, it is not to blame that they are so enthusiastic.

The Xuanhuang Realm is so big, there are more than 20 countries and dynasties in the southwest of Wangque Continent alone, and there are thousands of secular mortals, but the proportion of those who have cultivation talent is extremely small, and most of them are still cultivation waste materials like Zhao Rong.

And except for a very small number of geniuses among these cultivators, most of them will be stuck for more than ten years just by the bottleneck of the Fuyao Realm, not to mention the Haoran Realm and other realms behind, like the twenty-eight-year-old Jindan Realm completion standard of the Taiqing Four Mansions is simply a fantasy for them.

But this is the cruelty of the cultivation realm on the mountain, those with outstanding talents, all the way through the mirror, get the most resources, and those with insufficient qualifications, in the face of the bottleneck of the moat-like realm, look at the ocean and sigh, resources are in short supply, and they can only grab the "leftovers".

Therefore, the poems that can help people save decades of practice are extremely attractive and highly sought after by monks on the mountain.

Zhao Rong finally squeezed out of the crowd and came to the door of Qingfeng Residence.

At this time, there was a person Zhao Rong didn't expect standing outside the door.

Haven't even run yet?

Zhao Rong glanced at Lin Qingxuan, then looked away, preparing to leave directly.

However, Lin Qingxuan took the initiative to "stop" him.

At this moment, Lin Qingxuan's face was pale, and he didn't hold a folding fan in his hand.

"It's Qingxuan who has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, so he bothered Mr., Mr. Haihan!"

He bowed to Zhao Rong and saluted.

The waist bend is extremely low.

Zhao Rong didn't speak, and he didn't dare to get up.

At the moment he felt humiliated.

But when he thought of Lin Lu Academy, his heart trembled, and he could only hold back.

Although his family, the Lanxi Lin Clan, is not necessarily afraid of making a reading seed of Linlu Academy, it also depends on whether it is worth it.

He is usually outside, relying on the identity of the descendant of the Lanxi Lin family, he is very arrogant and domineering, but he knows in his heart that he is actually not valued in the family, although he is a descendant, but it is far inferior to his brother who is highly expected by the whole clan.

If his brother had known the cause of today's incident, his fate would have been worse than it is now.

Zhao Rong stared at him for a while, and finally said the first words to him since they met.

It is also the sentence that Zhao Rong once wanted to ask those villains the most when he read the novel.

"Why did you take the initiative to provoke me?"