Ning Chen glanced at Zhao Zihuai deeply, as if he wanted to deeply engrave this person's face in his mind, and then slowly retracted his gaze, took two more steps forward, and then clasped his hands into fists and bowed deeply to the cloud platform.

Kui Qiuzi was condescending, glanced at Ning Chen, only to feel that Ning Chen's body seemed to contain endless roars, and his heart was full of surprise, this Ning Chen was almost the most inconspicuous disciple in the Demon Spirit Sect.

If it weren't for the status of Tianqian's disciple, almost no one would mention this name, but it was such a person, at this moment, Ning Chen stood in front of him, with a place in the Shenglan Pen Club.

"Ning Chen, although you are a little late, this seat does not care, since the people have come, Wenbi will start. Kui Qiuzi's face was solemn, and he had a momentum that was not angry but powerful from beginning to end.

Then look at Kui Qiuzi's palm slightly raised, above the bluestone square, a piece of jade rose out of thin air, a total of eighteen sheets lined up.

On top of each jade case, there is a gold leaf, and under the gold leaf is a piece of rice paper, if the pen cannot penetrate the gold, it cannot be ink on the rice paper at all.

The content of Wenbi is very simple, he paints a picture through gold leaf and assigns a poem, and eighteen of the poems have been assigned to the jade case. Kui Qiuzi said in a deep voice.

After a moment, I looked at the top of the Zhang Yu case, and a curtain of light rose up, with names on it and "randomly" assigned poems.

For the rules of the Shenglan Pen Club, everyone did not have the slightest criticism, the gold leaf test the pen power, the painting test painting skills, and the poems test the state of mind, and the three are indispensable.

When everyone saw the content on the light curtain, their expressions moved.

The title of the poem under Zhao Zihuai's name is extremely simple, it is a hidden poem, and there are no other requirements, it couldn't be simpler.

Looking down further, although it is slightly difficult, it is completely acceptable, but when everyone saw the jade case to which Ning Chen belonged, their eyes couldn't help but open slightly, and it was clearly written on the light curtain: A thing must be mentioned in the poem, and this thing must appear in every poem, and it cannot appear in the same place.

"This, what kind of requirement is this, it's clearly embarrassing. ”

When someone saw Ning Chen's poem title, they couldn't help but make such a sound, the voice was full of astonishment and dissatisfaction, the three requirements in the poem title, each of which was no less difficult than Zhao Zihuai, these three items were superimposed, and the difficulty was infinitely magnified.

Even Bai Xinyao, who was standing under the cloud platform, had her brows furrowed slightly, she knew that Ning Chen was talented, but Ning Chen's poem title was clearly used by the head of the sect to embarrass the inner disciples, and now it was taken out.

couldn't help but look at Du Ziran slightly, only to see that Du Ziran was smiling there.

That's right, this is exactly what Du Ziran is doing in it, the painting ghost is not there, the Shenglan Pen Club is completely controlled by the head Kui Qiuzi himself, as Kui Qiuzi's big apprentice, he also assisted, and it is easy to move some hands and feet.

As long as Ning Chen can be eliminated, Zhao Zihuai can naturally easily become a disciple of the painting ghost and sit down in person, and a quasi-inner disciple of the Demon Spirit Sect, so his power in the Demon Spirit Sect will also rise.

Kui Qiuzi on the cloud platform naturally saw Ning Chen's poem title, and his brows moved slightly, this poem title is clearly used to embarrass the inner disciples, so that they can experience their state of mind, how can they appear here? This is too difficult.

However, the title of the poem has been released, and it cannot be changed according to the rules, so it can only be stopped.

"This is also the will of God. Kui Qiuzi muttered to himself, it can be regarded as Ning Chen's bad luck, and it is estimated that Wenbi will be eliminated.

"If you want to make a natural verse under such a harsh request for a poem, it is impossible for the disciples to complete it unless the Demon Spirit Sect is alive and well. Qi Lun sat cross-legged on the gimbal, muttered to himself, and then shook his head secretly, only feeling unfair in his heart.

Ning Chen looked at the poem title on the light curtain, his expression did not change in the slightest, and he walked directly to his jade case, but he did not lift the pen, but closed his eyes slightly, feeling the most real artistic conception in his heart in the rumbling hatred.

The scenes of the past echoed in Ning Chen's mind, first his mother who was gentle in red, then Mrs. Tong, Ning Gui, and now Zhao Zihuai, and ...... The tragic death of Liu Yingxue.

Everything collided in Ning Chen's heart, hatred, unyielding but a trace of tenderness blended together.

In a moment, Ning Chen suddenly opened his eyes slowly, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, and then Ning Chen picked up the pen, dipped in ink, and began to splash ink on the gold leaf in front of him, different from the Tingting girl drawn in Ouyang Lin's mansion, the brushwork was gentle, this time, Ning Chen's brushwork was like a blade, and every stroke seemed to be with a rolling murderous aura.

It even gives people the illusion that Ning Chen wants to use the pen in his hand to split the jade case in front of him!

As for Zhao Zihuai, who was not far from Ning Chen, he seemed to be calm at this time, holding a pen in his hand, free from the gold leaf, but he was still a little unhappy in his heart, and he still thought that when he would fight in martial arts, he would cut Ning Chen's hand off in public to show his own strength and might, but looking at Ning Chen's poems, it is estimated that Ning Chen will not even be able to pass the literary comparison.

However, after thinking about it, once he becomes a quasi-inner disciple of the Demon Spirit Sect, his identity will be upgraded to a higher level, and at that time, with his cultivation and identity, killing a mere Ning Chen is like crushing an ant to death.

With such an idea in my heart, the brushwork in my hand has also changed slightly.

As soon as an hour passed, the eighteen participants of the Shenglan Pen Club had already put down the pens in their hands and finished painting.

Kui Qiuzi on the gimbal had slowly stood up, his arms stretched, and eighteen picture scrolls covered with gold leaf hung in the air, and everyone could see them clearly.

The first picture scroll is Zhao Zihuai's, as the gold leaf is slowly removed out of thin air, only to see that on the rice paper, it is a majestic tiger, entrenched in the mountains, as if to trample everything under his feet, domineering, hideous, brutal aura revealed.

On one side of the picture scroll, there is also a poem written by the dragon flying and phoenix dancing: I can swim in the floating clouds in the sky, look down at the mortal dust and become a hero, only the will is not fascinated and the soul is strong, I set up a fairy road for eternity, and the independent peak looks at the mountains, and respects the world.

And the first word of these six lines of poetry is connected together, which is: I am the only one in the world!

"Good!"

"I am the only one in the world, Senior Brother Zhao is domineering!"

"Good poetry, good painting, Senior Brother Zhao is really talented!"

Almost at the moment when the gold leaf was just uncovered, some people raised their voices among the people watching from the periphery of the bluestone square, and they applauded.

All of these people are disciples of the painting of Renge, in addition, there are some disciples who are close to Zhao Zihuai, they almost don't look at the painting, as long as it is from Zhao Zihuai's hand, it is a supreme painting.

Zhao Zihuai is also extremely useful in this regard, his arms are hugged to his chest, the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, revealing a smug arc, in his opinion, he is the first to win Wenbi.

On the other hand, Kui Qiuzi standing on the cloud platform, looking at Zhao Zihuai's paintings, his face was gloomy like water, his brows were slightly wrinkled, Zhao Zihuai's paintings were really good, but this tiger was full of arrogance that no one in his eyes, the tiger was always a tiger, a beast, even if it was rampant and domineering, it could not be compared with the divine beast, this arrogance was obviously a little pale and powerless.

Looking at the poem again, although it is established, it is a hidden poem, but the content of the poem is chaotic, without priority and subordination, without artistic conception, giving people the feeling of a random boast.

However, Kui Qiuzi did not make a judgment immediately, but shook his head slightly.

But Qi Lun behind him didn't give face at all, and said softly: "What kind of bullshit verse is this? ”

However, under the cloud platform, regardless of this set, the praise of Zhao Zihuai was still whispering, which also made Zhao Zihuai extremely useful, and he didn't notice Kui Qiuzi's demeanor at all.

Then, there was the second one, but when the gold leaf was unraveled, it was found that there was nothing left on the rice paper, a piece of white paper.

Obviously, the power of the pen has not yet reached the point of penetrating gold.

And what this painting ushered in was undoubtedly a series of boos, and it was doomed to be eliminated.

Then came the third and fourth, and it is not surprising that these paintings are all mediocre and general.

Soon, it was Ning Chen's turn to be the last, and everyone around the bluestone square also focused their eyes on Ning Chen.

At this moment, Ning Chen still seemed extremely calm, his body was standing in place like a statue, his head hanging slightly, making it impossible to see his face clearly, giving people the feeling that it was like a quiet volcano, with rolling magma surging in his heart.

Bai Xinyao under the cloud platform also frowned slightly, staring at Ning Chen's paintings, after all, among these people, Ning Chen still has something to do with her, and the others have nothing to do with it, so Zhao Zihuai is Du Ziran's person.

If there was no difficult poem title, Bai Xinyao would still be optimistic about Ning Chen, but after having that difficult poem title, Bai Xinyao had no bottom in her heart, after all, that poem topic had not been solved by anyone in the Demon Spirit Sect for decades.

On the other hand, no matter how bad Zhao Zihuai's poems are, they have already been able to pass, not to mention that Zhao Zihuai's painting is also famous in the Demon Spirit Sect.

Kui Qiuzi, who was standing on the cloud platform, once again slowly aimed his condescending gaze at the quiet Ning Chen, and felt a little regretful in his eyes, he didn't think that Ning Chen would be able to complete this extremely difficult poem topic.

Just sighed softly, Kui Qiuzi's expression was solemn, he raised his hand, and the next moment, looking at the painting hanging above Ning Chen's head, the gold leaf was slowly lifted.

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