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The meeting has begun!

He Ningqing stared at a pair of bright eyes, and watched with some excitement as these Southern Regions Tianjiao showed their talents. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Putting aside the identity of Qianyuan Immortal Sect, He Ningqing is just a naïve girl, and the Wenhui is more like a grand event for her.

Swish!

After a few breaths of silence, a Confucian disciple finally took the lead.

Even the monks in the crowd who were ready to start writing the calligraphy rarely stopped at this time, which was a sign of respect for the monks who wrote the calligraphy.

A delicate piece of rice paper was held up in the air by the monk with a majestic breath, and there was a pen and an inkstone suspended by his side.

Ink!

Obviously, the reward of the September Cultural Society this time made all the monks ready to go all out.

In a short period of time, a poem was written by a monk.

Almost at the same time that this person finished the ink treasure, in the depths of Jiuyue Academy, there was a ray of light that shone through, and in the majesty, Su Qing seemed to feel a pair of godly eyes looking over.

A cyan pillar of talent light rose in the ink treasure.

The jade bachelor spoke loudly: "Three inches and one point of talent!"

is just the first Confucian disciple to make a move, Su Qing can't compare whether the three-inch talent pillar is high or low, but Su Qing also has Confucian and Taoist cultivation, so he can naturally clearly feel the grade of ink treasure written by this monk.

The level of the Seven Grades of Mobao.

It's barely average, and it's not outstanding.

This person looked at the pillar of talent in front of him, and seemed to be very dissatisfied, put away his ink treasure, his eyebrows furrowed, and seemed to be still unwilling, ready to continue thinking about another poem.

Someone threw bricks and attracted jade, the scene became lively for a while, Su Qing watched from the sidelines, more than ten people wrote Mobao one after another, but no one has ever reached the level of a one-foot talent pillar.

The ink treasure that is written is at most the level of the five ink treasures.

But Su Qing knew that none of the real Tianjiao disciples of the Confucian Great Sect had made a move, and even the disciples who Su Qing thought were good at the last two sect literary meetings were just watching coldly from the sidelines.

Finally, a disciple made a move, and Mobao reached the level of the fourth grade, and the pillar of talent and light also successfully broke through one foot.

Watching the cyan pillar of talent soar upward, it was announced that the Wenhui was already a battlefield for a higher level of disciple Wendou.

Su Qing was still calm, and the disciples of the level of Mu Wanzhu and Wu Qingshan in the crowd had not yet made a move.

"That's a disciple of the Southern Regions Master's family! I never thought that I would have such a deep understanding of poetry and literature!"

Some monks shouted, attracting everyone's attention, and it turned out to be a disciple of the Southern Regions Master's family, a young man with a feminine face, who was nine feet seven in talent, and almost reached one zhang!

Listening to the words of the people around him, Su Qing gradually knew the identity of this person, Shi Chongkui, a disciple of Tianjiao of the Southern Regions Master of the world, but unfortunately he did not practice the family inheritance of the Shi family, but turned around and devoted himself to Confucianism and Taoism.

Such disciples, almost every family has an existence, such as the Ouyang family where Ouyang Yu is located, and there are even elders in the family, who are Confucian and Taoist elders, and their cultivation is also unfathomable.

With Shi Chongkui's move, more and more top disciples came out to write Mobao.

Mu Wanzhu actually made a move!

Su Qing looked over with some surprise, with Mu Wanzhu's Confucian and Taoist cultivation, he must be one of the few people at the bottom of the box, he never thought that he would make a move so early.

After being surprised, Su Qing also seemed to understand Mu Wanzhu's approach, the girl was about to break through the Yuanying realm, this evil dragon treasure medicine was not a charcoal in the snow, it was just icing on the cake, Mu Wanzhu was unwilling to compete with many beginner Tianjiao in the end, so he made a move at this moment, and he had never fallen into his own name, which could be regarded as a formality.

Sure enough, it's just a three-grade ink treasure, and it's just a pillar of light.

Mu Wanzhu's achievements almost shocked most of the disciples, among the three hundred breaths, it turned out that someone was able to make poems at the level of three grades of ink treasures!

What a terrifying talent!

With Mu Wanzhu's move, Wu Qingshan and the others also seemed to have moved, looking at each other through the crowd and several Tianjiao of the same level, as if they were waiting for the other party's shot.

Such a literary meeting, often the further back, the more able to occupy an advantage.

No one was willing to make a move, and for a while, the atmosphere of the entire venue cooled down, and Wu Qingshan's eyes flashed with a divine light, as if he had thought of something, and he spoke directly!

"Daoyou Suqing, I heard that the Linglong Fairy of your sect belittled me before, and said that Daoyou has the talent to suppress my Confucian cultivation in the Southern Regions, and Fairy Mu has already made a move, I don't know if at this time, can I witness the Mobao of Daoyou?"

opened his mouth like this, but Su Qing had nothing to say, naturally because He Ningqing had released the map cannon before.

No matter what happened at this moment, Su Qing could only accept Wu Qingshan's provocation, if he retreated at this moment, it would not only be Su Qing's people who would lose it, but also the face of the entire Qianyuan Immortal Sect.

seemed to see Su Qing's predicament, He Ningqing couldn't help but regret a little, regretting that he had been petty for a while, and put Su Qing in such a situation.

Although He Ningqing likes to play tricks on his fellow disciples, and is the little witch of the Qianyuan Immortal Sect, He Ningqing's mind is kind after all, and all this is just his eccentric character.

When he was distressed and didn't know how to open his mouth to help Su Qing out of the siege, Su Qing looked at Wu Qingshan with a chuckle.

"Oh, Brother Wu Dao, are you sure you want me to write Mobao first at this moment?"

Su Qing chuckled, and a majestic confidence on his body was displayed, Rao is opening his mouth at this moment, but there is a kind of certainty that if I write poetry, you will not have the face to show your poetry behind me, this kind of determination, like an alternative domineering, makes Wu Qingshan lose his mind even for a moment.

Snorted coldly, Wu Qingshan's face was a little ugly and looked at Su Qing, who made himself ugly one after another, "How to learn, it's not a big talk, and I also ask Daoyou to show your talent in the Southern Regions, so that I can wait to be convinced." ”

Many people present have seen the videos of the two literary meetings, and naturally know that Su Qing's talent is indeed there, but who dares to say that he can suppress the Southern Regions?

Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts, but I am afraid that the leaders of all sects of Confucianism will not dare to say invincible words in the world!

Even He Ningqing felt that what he said before was a bit excessive, even if Su Qing was rich and rich, how could he be able to suppress the Confucian disciples of the Southern Regions?

Invincible among his peers.

If there is such an achievement, it can almost become a legend.

Su Qing naturally felt Wu Qingshan's sinister intentions, but he didn't miss it, and said: "Su naturally doesn't dare to say anything if he presses the Southern Region, but it is more than enough to suppress you Wu Qingshan." ”

This kind of riposte can't be said to be the best, but it is subtle enough, and in a few words, he put aside the matter of suppressing the Southern Regions, and just said that he wanted to suppress Wu Qingshan.

In an instant, the contradiction between Su Qing and the Confucian monks of the Southern Regions turned into a personal grudge between the two people.

After the conflict, the jade bachelor on the high platform was silent, and he had no intention of interfering at all, but at this moment, seeing Su Qing's calm response, he had a good feeling.

"Don't talk nonsense! Have the courage to say big things, but don't you have the courage to make a move?"

Wu Qingshan could no longer maintain his demeanor, and his face showed anger.

Su Qing's expression was indifferent, ignoring Wu Qingshan, but turned to Mu Wanzhu.

"Juanzhu, lend me a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!"

Su Qing has never been promoted to Confucianism and Taoism to build a foundation, even though there are many refining methods of ink, but they have never been refined, even if there is a dragon's blood ink inkstone, it is a systematic gift, and it belongs to an ink vessel of unknown origin, which is naturally inconvenient to display.

After thinking about it, it seems that the only way to borrow it is from Mu Wanzhu.

Su Qing didn't think there was anything wrong with this at all, just like when he was writing homework in his previous life, he asked his table mate to borrow a pen and an eraser, which should be a very ordinary thing.

But Su Qing is not a Confucian disciple after all, where can he understand the importance of Mobao to a Confucian monk.

This is like the natal weapon of a disciple of the Daomen, where it can be lent to outsiders casually.

Rao is Mu Wanzhu's cold temperament, and his face is crimson at the moment, but fortunately, he practiced the secret method of Confucianism, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in mist, and he never let outsiders see his embarrassment.

What does he mean by that? Do you really not know the meaning behind that?

Mu Wanzhu has been cultivating all the way, and now he is already a half-step infant's terrifying cultivation, but he has never experienced such a formation at all.

Even Mu Wanzhu felt that his voice trembled a little, but he still spoke: "That Wanzhu will wait for Mr. Su's masterpiece." ”

Leaving his full set of inkware and precious rice paper, after Mu Wanzhu stepped aside, his inner drama poured out wildly in an instant.

"Ahh......h Although you say that you have a good impression of Su Qing, isn't it too casual to do this!"

"No, no, no, even though Mr. Su is talented, he is not a Confucian scholar, so naturally he can't understand the meaning of ink to Confucian disciples. ”

......

Su Qing naturally couldn't understand the romance drama performed in the hearts of the people behind him, but Wu Qingshan on the side had already opened his eyes angrily, and in his opinion, this was Su Qing's provocation!

Shafts are abominable!

No matter how angry Wu Qingshan was, he could only stand aside, watching Su Qing pick up Mu Wanzhu's ink brush, go deep into the inkstone, stained with ink, and then write without hesitation!

"Sleepwalking in the Sun and Bamboo Yin"

When the title was written, many people had already begun to groan.

Yangzhu Mountain is the main peak among the nine mountains, and Su Qing's purpose in writing this topic is self-evident.

"When the seafarers talk about Nanzhou, the smoke and waves are faint and the letter is hard to find; the monks speak of the bamboo, and the clouds and clouds may be visible. ”

Looking at the four sentences that Su Qing took the lead in writing, many beginner disciples had already begun to shake their heads.

It's not that the first four games are bad, and even to some extent, it's already exquisite, but it's not the top after all, compared with Mu Wanzhu's previous works, it's still inferior, but it's bound to be compared with the introductory disciples later.

Su Qing was defeated.

Almost instantly, the monks present had already made up their minds, and only a few monks in the crowd looked at Su Qing calmly and continued to write.

"Half of the wall sees the sea and the sun, and the air smells the chicken.

Thousands of rocks are uncertain, and the flowers leaning on the stones have suddenly been twilight.

The bear roared and the dragon sang Yin Yanquan, and the chestnut deep forest was terrifying. ”

When these three sentences came out, the scenery of the entire Yangzhu Mountain jumped on the paper!

Shhh

Many people had already begun to gasp, but they didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Su Qing's writing.

Such a level of words and sentences has already made up for Su Qing's low beginning, and even raised and depressed, which is more charming.

What a terrifying talent!

Everyone was shocked, but Su Qing's pen did not stop, and continued to write hard!

"The clouds are green and green and want rain, and the water is surging and smoking.

There is a lack of thunderbolts, and the hills are destroyed.

The stone door of the cave is suddenly opened.

The blue and dark are bottomless, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform.

Ni is the clothes and the wind is the horse, and the kings of the clouds come down one after another.

The tiger drum returned to the car, and the immortal people were like hemp.

Suddenly, the soul throbbed with courage, and the trance rose and groaned.

But the pillow of the time of awakening, the smoke of the loss. ”

Lost your voice!

In the face of such words, people no longer know what kind of words and phrases can be worthy of this psalm!

Is this kind of scene definitely writing about Yangzhu Mountain? Are you sure it's not the fairy mountain scene in the realm of immortals?

Like a thunderbolt, Su Qing's poems made everyone breathless.

At this point, the poem was almost finished, and until the last sentence appeared, the whole room fell into silence.

"An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy!"

Many disciples looked at this sentence and had already thought of the news that the new director Su Qing and the Southern Regions Master were not in harmony with the previous faintly rumored news, this poem was like Su Qing's silent resistance!

In the crowd, Shi Chongkui looked at this poem with a pale face, pursed his lips tightly, and finally sighed helplessly.

In the face of such poetry, any kind of speech is pale.

Wu Qingshan was speechless on the side!

At this moment, he finally understood what Su Qing asked at the beginning.

Are you sure I want to write Mobao at this moment?

In the face of such poems, which of the subsequent Confucian disciples is embarrassed to continue to shoot?

If someone really comes forward, then it is the real "sacrifice of ugliness".

Everyone looked at Su Qing who was standing quietly in the crowd with burning eyes, looking at this slightly thin young man, a Confucian disciple in the Southern Regions, it turned out that he was not talking nonsense!

Even though Mr. Lingshu's side has not yet shown a pillar of talent, the end seems to be doomed.