Yang Chen screened out the poems that were about to be recited.

And he also thought of another shocking method that ordinary people dare not imagine to make the weeping willow spring.

No one has ever dared to imagine such a method, nor has anyone ever dared to do it.

That's how you can be spiritual.

Yang Chen had just immersed himself in the mountain of poetry, and he tried his best to select suitable poems and articles.

At this time, he came back to his senses, his eyes were bright, and he looked around.

But when he saw that the owner of the mansion, Ma Lao, the little girl in Tsing Yi and the scholars in the courtyard, all looked at him hopefully, and instantly made himself feel as much pressure as a mountain.

What's going on?

Yang Chen looked at the tables in the garden, on the sheets of paper that had been laid out, there were only a few pieces of paper on them, and there were a few points of literature on them, like lights shining.

The rest of the tables were silent.

There is no literary atmosphere.

"Oh, so all of them have failed?"

"Didn't succeed in getting the weeping willows to sprout?"

Yang Chen was clever, and in a moment's effort, he figured things out.

"In this way, even if I can't pass this last hurdle, I can still get the position of Mr. Mafu!"

Level 1!

Everyone, including Yang Chen himself, scored zero points.

Level 2!

Some people got a point.

Level 3!

Only Yang Chen scored one point!

Level 4!

It was only Yang Chen who scored one point.

Level 5!!

Yang Chen smiled lightly.

Smile with peace of mind.

In this fifth level, except for those who have not yet tried, the rest of the people have failed.

That is, they all scored zero points.

In this way, in the entire five-level competition, even if he failed in the last level, he scored three points, and the rest of the people only scored two points at most.

"Look at the situation, no comparison, I've already won. ”

I don't feel relieved.

The pressure on my body is gone all at once.

No more stress.

"Brother Yang, but you have a good masterpiece?"

The little guy in Tsing Yi looked up at Yang Chen, with a trace of fanaticism in his eyes.

Produced by Yang Chen, it must be a high-quality product.

At least, since Yang Chen's fame in Weicheng, any poem he has written is a masterpiece of the best.

The worst thing is that the aura is surging, and the floating shadow shines in the air.

Some of them are good enough to go through the accumulation of time and be passed down to the world through the ages.

Yang Chen nodded.

"Yes, yes, but I don't know, whether it can be satisfied!"

"I want to use a psychic incense!"

Incense!

With this incense, people can be connected with the supernatural powers.

This is what Yang Chen thought of, not with the help of others, but with the help of the spirit of the gods to come into the world, and make the weeping willow rejuvenate.

The little guy in Tsing Yi was surprised.

The lord of the mansion, Ma Lao, was shocked.

Even all the scholars present looked at Yang Chen with an incredulous expression.

There was only one person, with a sad and indignant face.

looked at Yang Chen angrily, this person was ridiculing Yang Chen, saying that if Yang Chen could write peerless poems, he would consider himself a disciple, recite Yang Chen's poems, and help Yang Chen make the weeping willows rejuvenate the reader.

However, now this situation seems.

Although Yang Chen was polite to himself, he was also disdainful.

What the hell, you don't take yourself as a reader who has awakened the seeds of Shinto in your eyes at all.

You know, the person who has awakened the seed of Shinto is not a genius, not arrogant, and not superior to others.

Who knows, he just teased Yang Chen, and then let Yang Chen immediately crack his face with tears in public.

Slap in the face!

Slap in the face in public.

At this moment, this man's heart is dead.

Use Psychic incense!

You're going against the sky.

You are so sure that the poems you write can make the gods vibrate, irrigate the spirit of the text yourself, and make the weeping willows sprout.

You must know that once you write a poem after enlightenment, if it is not approved by God, it is blasphemy.

What kind of punishment is there for blasphemy?

Think about it, the appearance of thunder rolling in the sky and five thunders hitting the top is enough to make people feel intimidated.

"Brother Yang, are you sure you want to use Tongshen incense?"

"But you have to think twice before you act, once you use the incense, the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

If it becomes, it will be famous.

If you lose, there will be no bones.

But the existence of blasphemy has always been difficult to have a good end.

But with the knowledge in his heart, Yang Chen was confident.

Nodding casually.

"I'm confident, albeit ready to be incense!"

The little guy in Tsing Yi looked at the mansion owner Ma Lao, he didn't dare to make decisions about such a big matter.

However, he admired Yang Chen very, very much at this time.

Such a strong confidence, such a ability to understand the mind, is not something that ordinary scholars can do.

If only it had been done!

If Mafu is fortunate enough to have such a person as the gentleman of the house, it is definitely an honor for Mafu.

Only those who can understand the gods, if they do not encounter too many difficulties on the road in the future, they can almost 100% read books and become gods.

The mansion master Ma Lao's eyes shone brightly, and a powerful momentum emanated from his body, rising to the sky, this momentum was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and the powerful momentum was about to break through the sky and crush the void.

Many people can't stand this momentum and have to retreat, only a few readers who have awakened the Shinto seed, urging the Shinto seed, are full of literary energy, and their minds are calm, so they can maintain standing still in place.

However, they were shocked in their hearts one by one, and they didn't expect that Ma Lao, the master of this mansion, would have such a profound immortal realm, and he was worthy of being a rich man.

Rich people, as long as they have exercises, coupled with the support of endless resources, as long as their qualifications are not too poor, they can almost reach the realm of forging their bodies.

However, Yang Chen did not move.

Just when the old man Ma was unrestrained, after Yang Chen felt this powerful oppression, while reciting the Tai Chi internal strength method, unloading the oncoming energy, while reciting the Heavenly Dao Quanzhen Body Sutra, a phantom image of an innate god appeared in his mind, nameless and faceless, supreme and noble, old and godly, as soon as this god statue came out, the powerful spiritual oppression was like a breeze blowing on the face, and there was no longer any power.

"Amazing, everyone who can succeed must have their own uniqueness, and they must not be underestimated. ”

Old Man Ma was outwardly vigorous, his eyes were like shock, and his voice was like a bell, staring at Yang Chen.

"Yang Chen, are you sure?"

Yang Chen's momentum towards Old Man Ma was not chaotic at all, he did not move, he looked at Old Man Ma calmly, and his whole body also revealed a noble and supreme atmosphere.

"Three points are destined, seven points depend on hard work, love to fight to win!"

"I believe I can!"

Old Man Ma was silent, collected his momentum, and said for a long time:

"With your points, you can already become a gentleman in the house, there is no need to work so hard. ”

Yang Chen just smiled faintly and didn't speak.