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Chapter 119 Dragon walks, seven feet of golden energy!
In this hall, it seems that there is only a charming clam girl serving at the side, but just this old man who read out the rules makes all the scholars dare not act rashly.

The Dragon King who brought them here has already mentioned that this is the ancestral land of the dragon clan, and there are countless old dragons sitting in the depths.

The white-bearded old man standing on the head is dressed in Confucian clothing, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and he speaks like a common Confucian, gentle and clear, making people feel like a spring breeze.

But is he really the great Confucian of the human race known to the scholars?

No, appearing here and presiding over the Dragon Palace poetry meeting must be an old dragon that all dragon kings and gods must respect.

The heavenly court of the human race rules this world, and almost all the dragon races like to transform people from childhood to old age.

The level of literary spirit and Long Ling's recognition?
The rules are very simple, but the words of Long Ling made all the scholars look at the pillars at the four corners of the hall.

It is covered with various weihe dragon patterns, and the dragon body carvings with teeth and claws are vivid on the dragon pillars.

It's not just an ordinary palace pillar, but also the shelter of many dragon spirits.

Isn't it a bit unfair to let dragon spirits participate in the poetry evaluation, there are too many personal preference factors in it.

However, the scholars only dare to complain in their hearts. The poetry meeting held by the Dragon Clan will only look at the style of writing.

However, after hearing the rules, many people lost their minds and thought that they could not come in vain, so when the banquet was held, all the gentle and elegant scholars turned into hungry ghosts and swallowed spiritual food wantonly.

An hour later, the hall was already in a mess.

"Since everyone has eaten and drank enough, let's write the pen and ink, and finish it within half an hour!"

"By the way, it's different from the imperial examination room. During this period, there are no restrictions on the literary visions written by the scholars."

Before the old man in Confucianism uniform could finish his sentence, the clam girls twisted their willow waists to bring up pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and at the same time cleaned up everything on the table.

This is not over yet, the clam girls will also add fragrance to their red sleeves. They spit out the bright and bright pearls in their stomachs, and then use the object control technique to levitate them, and grind the ink sticks in the inkstone bit by bit.

The shy face, coupled with the fragrance overflowing from the ink, made the weak-willed scholar a little stunned.

Zhou Bai naturally wouldn't, he was enjoying top-notch service, while searching for Long's poems in his mind, while observing the large pen holder that Xia Bing carried to the middle.

There are two black brushes hanging on the pen stand, with loose hairs on the nibs, it seems that they have not been stained with ink after being used for a long time.

Very plain and normal brush?No, Zhou Bai clearly saw the great literary spirit accumulated over the years.

Sure enough, the next moment, the old man in Confucianism uniform pointed with one hand, and the two brushes suddenly released ink light and swept across the entire hall, as if forming some kind of formation field.

This is the magic weapon of Wenqi test!
The scholars took a deep breath and began to conceive with all their concentration. Some inspirations appeared by chance, and they had already begun to draft and record words and sentences.

All of you present here are the top talents in the state, and it is not difficult to compose a poem on the spot, let alone half an hour.

Even the most difficult dragon poems to write in the past and present are not difficult for them. In less than a cup of tea, many rice papers on the table will have a literary spirit.

Each thought is like a fountain, and the pen is flowing like a stream, and they are swaying their poetic talents under the witness of many dragon spirits.

Soon, the first young scholar who completed the poem appeared, the three-foot-high red style was very dazzling, especially the pale gold at the top, which stirred the hearts of all the scholars.

"The brocade chariot goes out to the sky, and the bamboo curtain opens in the clouds..."

The crimson poem even has the potential of golden poetry, as long as it is recognized by the dragon clan, it will be transported into the ranks of golden poems by its own dragon clan spirit.

The quality of the poem is not too high, but it is too fast, and the rising pillar of red air disrupts the rhythm of many people's poems.

At this time, the participating scholars also understood why they should show the literary spirit of their poems in the process of writing poems, and there should be more meanings of testing.

The owner of this red poem should have seen through the mystery and resorted to a strange strategy, preferring to lower some of the quality of writing, but also to write it out first.

One is to be the No.1, to attract the attention of the dragon spirits, so that they may appreciate and agree with him.

Indeed, some straightforward Long Ling really like this style, with quick thinking and free and easy writing.

No, a faint dragon chant came from the four Weihe dragon pillars, and then more than ten light spots flew out.

They put in three feet of red gas pillars, turned them into firewood and food, and immediately let them grow another two feet.

The second purpose is to use the rules to disrupt the inspirational thinking of many people and shake their minds.

He also succeeded in this point. Several scholars were cut off from thinking because of the rising culture and the movement of Long Ling's approval, and their faces were extremely embarrassing.

Zhou Bai also looked up, and found that the owner of the red poem was specially pointed out to him by the Dragon King of Ningjiang, and invited scholars on behalf of the Dragon King of Ning.

Although he didn't know who this person was, he must be from Daizhou.

It belongs to the seven states in the northern region, and Daizhou's literature is a little better than Dingzhou. Compared with the states in the central region, it is much worse, not to mention Jiangnan, which is prosperous in literature.

Zhou Bai nodded slightly, thinking that he was not strong enough, and it would be considered extraordinary to make another strange move.

For the resolute Zhou Bai, not only will he not be disturbed, but he can even comment on the current situation.

Which scholars lose their composure, and which scholars are calm and composed, all of them are in his eyes.

Some people were flustered by the appearance of "No. [-]", and naturally some people rushed to catch up. Within a short while, red poems and even golden poems gradually appeared.

The light of the Chinese culture in the main hall blooms wantonly, and the pillars of literary spirit occupy one side, competing with each other and refusing to give in to each other.

Three feet of red air, five feet of golden light, all kinds of dragon poems bloom together.

Under such heavy pressure, some people quickly wrote low-quality poems because of their unqualified mentality.

Those streaks of white air in front of the shining red and gold pillars are so unbearable that even a dragon spirit would not recognize it.

Finally, under the foreshadowing of many poems, Zhou Bai gradually figured out the preferences of dragon spirits, domineering, majestic, majestic, mighty...

At this time, Zhou Bai was already under the attack of many literary pillars, and the light of his literary style made the rice paper on his desk brilliant, not to mention the strange gaze after writing the scholars was very stinging.

A scholar from Luozhou has already raised the quality of Wenzhu to the level of gold, six feet!

At the last moment, Zhou Bai put pen to paper and accomplished it overnight.

The dragon walks on the crimson air, and the sky and the sky hear each other in half a word.

Chaos and doubts are judged at the beginning, and the wild is like the beginning.

The title of the last poem is "Long Xing".

The majestic majesty of the real dragon was fully demonstrated by chatting words.

In the other hall, all the dragon gods gathered here. In the middle was a lotus pond, and the glistening water on it presented the scene of the poetry contest.

The dragon gods were dumbfounded when they saw Zhou Bai's poem, this kid could not be a dragon in his previous life, how could he understand their thoughts so well.

Ningjiang Dragon King's gloomy face suddenly turned bright, and he grinned happily, seeing the right person, right.

I just like to pretend to be aggressive, which is not good, why do I have to put pen to paper at the end.

He elbowed him, and the Dragon King Dai Ning kept mocking him before: "How is it? Dragon King Dai Ning doesn't want to comment?"

"What's the hurry, can you tell the quality of the poems? It's a joke! You haven't even shown your style yet, if it's just a red poem, it depends on how you end up." Dragon King Dai Ning stubbornly refused to bow his head, and replied with a stiff neck.

However, in the next moment, the literary spirit of Long Xingzhi's poem erupted, golden energy, seven feet!
(End of this chapter)