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Seeing that Yang Chen insisted on writing poems that could be channeled.

Ma Lao asked people to send incense.

Every incense stick is priceless and precious.

Ordinary people are simply unable to have a spiritual incense.

Only the rich and noble can afford to use the incense.

As soon as the incense is burned, the fragrance is fragrant, and the cigarette smoke curls and coils, straight up to the sky between the clouds.

Yang Chen's expression was serious.

Staring at the wisps of cigarettes, spreading out the paper, holding a brush, he slowly wrote the weeping willow poems he selected in accordance with the skills and momentum of Liu Gong's calligraphy.

In order to be able to understand his mind, Yang Chen decided to write two songs.

He didn't believe it anymore.

If one can't do it, can it be that with two poems that have been passed down through the ages, it can't be done to be able to reach the gods?

The first essay flowed out.

It is a famous poem of the great poet He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty.

Jasper is made up to a tree high!

10,000 hanging down green silk silk~

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves?

The spring breeze in February is like scissors!

When the first sentence of this poem was written, the text was circulating, three feet away from the paper, and he wanted to break through the cage and fly to the nine heavens.

When the second sentence was written, the text was turbulent, and the majestic vitality between heaven and earth was constantly changing, constantly changing, as if there was a huge willow tree made of white jade, erected in the vast and endless world, ten thousand branches swaying, green leaves were lightly brushed, and wisps of treasure light bloomed from the huge willow tree.

In the third and fourth sentences, I saw a wisp of wind blowing from the clouds in the sky, and the breeze was like a golden pair of scissors, intersecting and cutting, descending on the mortal dust, as if it could cut through the void and divide the two worlds.

Endless vitality fluctuated.

Just when everyone was immersed in the greatness of this poem, above the vast sky, a thunderbolt was born out of thin air, and slowly in the sky, as if there was a mysterious big hand, cutting through the space, and the thick clouds in the sky were surging towards both sides quickly with the movement of this hand.

Between the clouds, many towering pavilions and palaces emerged, and in each pavilion and palace, layers of golden light bloomed, and thousands of rays of light burst out, covering the entire horse mansion.

"Sure enough, it alarmed the gods!"

"This poem is fascinating!"

Jasper is made up to a tree high!

10,000 hanging down green silk!

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves!

The spring breeze in February is like scissors!

The divine sound bursts, like thunder, reciting this most simple and clear song of willows, a famous story through the ages.

In the midst of these countless pavilions and halls, there was suddenly a temple, and a pillar of light as thick as a bucket suddenly erupted, and through the open clouds, it was directly projected onto the huge willow tree phantom standing in the void.

Thousands of branches swayed, Ambilight, the treasure was boiling, and each branch swayed, as if it had cut through the layers of void.

The white jade willow tree and the golden scissors were all nourished by this pillar of light, and almost all of them turned into reality, and then, the extremely tall white jade willow tree and golden scissors shrank sharply, turning into a golden jade point of light, and suddenly projected towards the center of Yang Chen's eyebrows.

"This is the !!!!! of the gods descended from heaven"

"There is actually a god who has personally awakened Yang Chen's Divine Dao seed!"

The pillar of light dispersed, the clouds in the sky closed together, and the weeping willows in the garden of Mafu were all sprouting in the cold wind at this moment, and the full greenery permeated the entire Mafu.

"Reversed creation!"

"Weeping willows sprout in winter!"

Today, Yang Chen shocked everyone too much, but it was not as shocking as this shock.

The poem turned into a white jade willow tree, golden scissors, and a divine voice came into the world, and the literary spirit was projected, and an unknown god personally took action to awaken the Shinto seed for Yang Chen.

This is the highest honor for a reader.

At the moment when the white jade willow tree and the golden scissors were thrown into the center of his eyebrows, Yang Chen subconsciously thought that the Shengtian Dao was full of true body scriptures, and an innate god came to mind, and the supreme and noble aura surged out, and there were many innate rune seals and divine texts circulating around his body, shining brightly, shining in the void and all worlds.

Looking at the white jade willow tree and golden scissors that shot in, this innate god suddenly opened his eyes that had been closed all along, and there was lightning and thunder in his eyes, as if he was opening up the world, containing earth, water, wind and fire, and endless creation.

And the blurred face gradually became clear, and the facial features appeared one by one, exactly the same as Yang Chen's appearance, this god stretched out his hands, grabbed the flying white jade willow tree with one hand, and grabbed the golden scissors with the other.

When the innate god opened his eyes, Yang Chen suddenly felt that the innate god was himself, he was the innate god, as if he was now himself, standing in the endless time and space of the past, his eyes were circulating, water and fire were surging, and thunder and lightning were roaring.

The extremely mysterious jade disc of creation also appeared behind the head of this innate god at this time, blooming with wisps of heroic light, colorful and brilliant like brocade.

Many, all kinds of knowledge appeared in Yang Chen's mind one by one, including about the Divine Dao, about the Immortal Dao, about the Dan Dao, and about the Array Dao, the great plan for the people, the good strategy for governing the country, the means to create all things, and the method of reversing the situation......

This innate deity absorbed endless knowledge, the thunder and fire in his eyes gradually disappeared, and wisdom emerged, with a trace of enlightenment, with endless vicissitudes, as if he had crossed endless time and space, and came from the origin of time.

"So this is the Shinto seed!"

"With this Shinto seed, you can gather the literary energy, and you can also absorb the little mental power between heaven and earth, and with this lot of mental power, you can cast a godhead and evolve an immortal golden body. ”

"If you don't forget, there will be a response, your mind will not end, and your golden body will be immortal. ”

After absorbing a lot of knowledge, Yang Chen opened his eyes.

When I saw it, I saw the shock of everyone, and the courtyard was full of green willow branches.

Finally, he cast his eyes on the pavilion, and the mansion owner Ma Lao, who was still in shock, sounded in a clear voice:

"Ma Lao, I've passed this level, right?"

Ma Lao recovered from the shock, and when he looked at Yang Chen, he was full of envy:

"To be able to descend from heaven and be awakened by the gods themselves, if you don't pass this level, I think even the gods in the sky will not agree. ”

"It's over, it's over, of course it's over, from this moment on, you are my Mr. Mafu!"

"However, the monthly salary is not fifty taels, but one thousand taels!"

"To have a talent like you, to come to my Mafu to be a gentleman, it can be said that ten thousand dollars will not be exchanged, this thousand taels of monthly salary, I hope Mr. will not shirk!"

A thousand taels per month!

The readers present were in an uproar.

This is simply taking money and not taking money!

In an instant, it has risen twenty times!

"Wencai, don't come here yet, meet Mr!" Ma Lao, the head of the mansion, greeted the little man in Tsing Yi beside Yang Chen with a smile:

"Such a gentleman can be enlightened, are you satisfied?"