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Chapter 9 9 "Ascension"

Li Lu, when he saw Qin Ya, walked up without any hesitation.

However, Qin Ya ignored him, went directly to Dai Zong and Zhuang Taibai, and said respectfully, "Qin Ya has met the suzerain and Zhuang Shengren!"

"En!" Dai Zong nodded, smiling happily.

This Qin Ya has already joined the disciple of Zhuang Shengren!

From now on, they are the proper nobles of the Heavenly Sect!
"Disciple, you are here!" Zhuang Taibai said indifferently, "Then kneel down and perform the ceremony of apprenticeship!"

Dai Zong and all the elders wanted Qin Ya to kneel down, but the latter shook his head, "Sage Zhuang, although you are a saint of literature and Taoism, I, Qin Ya, only kneel on the ground in this life, parents, master!"

Hearing this, Dai Zong and all the elders changed their expressions!
Qin Ya is too presumptuous, how dare she be so unreasonable in front of a saint!

"Junior Sister Qin Ya, Master, has accepted you under the sect, and Sect Master Dai has also agreed, Master, is also your Master!" Li Lu said.

"He is not my master, my master is Fairy Guangyue!" Qin Ya said calmly.

Dai Zong and all the elders changed their expressions slightly.

Qin Ya, who has always been knowledgeable and courteous, is somewhat ignorant of compliments today.

Zhuang Shengren's already solemn expression became even more icy, "What did you say!"

"Saint, I already have a master!"

Qin Ya said as calmly as water.

"Even if it's your master, Fairy Guangyue, you still have to call me a senior." Zhuang Shengren said coldly, "I'll accept you as a disciple, so please don't wrong me!"

"Sage Zhuang!" Qin Ya said with a light smile, "Since you want to accept me as a disciple, what will you teach me?"

"Who doesn't know, this old man is a master of literature and Taoism!" Zhuang Shengren said with an indifferent expression, "Of course what I teach you is literature and Taoism, poetry and prose!"

"Teacher, preaching and accepting karma can solve people's confusion!" Qin Ya continued, "Saint, I already have a teacher of literature and Taoism, so I don't need a saint to teach me!"

"Qin Ya, you're presumptuous!" Li Lu said angrily instantly, "Who doesn't know that my master, Zhuang Shengren, is the best in writing in the world, and you dare to say that my master's teaching is not as good as yours!"

Dai Zong and all the elders also looked cold!

This Qin Ya is a bit too presumptuous today!

Offending Saint Zhuang, the 10-year foundation of Shentianzong will be ruined!
"Sage Zhuang, calm down, you will know the poems on the white silk at a glance!"

Qin Ya, still calm and relaxed, took out a piece of white silk and said.

"Bring it to me!"

Zhuang Shengren finally showed a hint of anger, and sucked the white silk into his palm from the air!
"Qin Ya, you really don't know how to compliment!" Li Lu was completely angry!

"My master, but he almost never accepts apprentices! How many literary geniuses want to join my master's sect!" Li Lu said indignantly.

However, next, a scene that shocked everyone appeared!

Zhuang Shengren, holding the white silk in his hands, stood up straight away!
This scene attracted everyone's attention.

But I saw that Zhuang Shengren, holding a white silk in his hand, his expression changed from anger to excitement, and his old palm began to tremble tremblingly.

Everyone was astonished.

Zhuang Shengren stared at it for tens of seconds, then knelt down!
Confused!

The audience was completely dumbfounded!

what happened?
What exactly happened!
Zhuang Shengren, after seeing the white silk, knelt down?
"Wrong, the old man is wrong, everyone in the world is wrong!" Zhuang Shengren held a white silk in his hand, and Wei Wei said tremblingly, "With this poem, I am the number one literati in the world!"

Everyone dare not speak.

Li Lu had an unbelievable expression on his face!

My own master has always been proud of his talents and dismissed anyone.

What happened today?
After a long time, Zhuang Shengren stood up and looked at Qin Ya excitedly, "The old man finally understands what it means to have someone beyond others, and there is a sky beyond the sky!"

"Miss Qin Ya, you didn't write this poem, did you?" Zhuang Shengren asked with tears in his eyes.

"No, it's a senior of mine, he is my mentor, so the saint, Qin Ya, can't worship you as an apprentice!" Qin Ya said without changing her expression.

"No, no, no! I just want to ask, can I meet this poet?" Zhuang Shengren asked expectantly with his face full of excitement.

"I'm sorry, Zhuang Shengren, senior, I don't want to be disturbed!"

Qin Ya shook her head.

Zhuang Shengren suddenly showed a look of disappointment, rolled his pupils, and finally put the white silk carefully and respectfully on the table, gritted his teeth and said, "Luer, let's go!"

After saying that, Zhuang Shengren walked out of the main hall with a face full of disappointment without looking back!

"Master, this..."

Li Lu looked at Bai Juan unwillingly, then at Qin Ya, and followed quickly!

"Qin Ya... this??"

Dai Zong looked at Qin Ya with pain on his face.

This time, they may completely offend Zhuang Shengren to death, and then their foundation of Shentianzong will be completely ruined!

"Don't worry, suzerain." Qin Ya smiled sweetly, "Sage Zhuang, I'm convinced of the defeat. He is a scholar, and he won't care about us."

After Qin Yayu finished, she bowed slightly towards Dai Zong, then turned and left!

Dai Zong and the others left with a messy face?

Zhuang Shengren lost?
Convinced to lose?

That's right, why did Zhuang Shengren kneel down and cry just now?

white silk!

Yes, that white silk!
Dai Zong and others hurriedly picked up the white silk on the table, on which was a poem:

"Climb"

"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape screams and mourns, and the white bird flies back to Zhuqingsha."

"Boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in."

……

"Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick."

"It's hard and bitter to hate the frosty temples, and it's hard to stop the dirty wine glass!"

"Junior brother, how did you write this poem?"

Back at Tianyun Pagoda, Qin Yalang read "Climbing the High" and looked at Su Yu in disbelief.

This poem is simply a stroke of genius, and its accomplishments, even Qin Ya can hardly find any poems that can be compared with it in any ancient prose!

It can be called the crown of poetry and prose, unique in ancient and modern times!
It's no wonder, Zhuang Shengren, he was convinced to lose!

However, Qin Ya was very curious, how a person like Su Yu, who was younger than himself and had almost never read the books of sages, could write ancient quatrains!
Because, this poem was given to him by Su Yu.

Su Yu said that he had a plan and persuaded Zhuang Shengren to retreat.

At first, Qin Ya didn't believe it, until Su Yu took out this poem!

"Senior Sister, would you believe me if I said that I wrote this myself?" Su Yu said with a smile.

Of course, this poem was not written by him, but it is the pinnacle work written by an ancient poet in his previous life.
"letter!"

Qin Ya nodded and said.

Su Yu was slightly taken aback, he thought Qin Ya didn't believe it.

"Although it's incredible!" Qin Ya said, "But you wrote it in front of me, and you haven't read any books... Wait, could it be that you stole it from the book?" here?"

"Not in a book, but in a dream."

Su Yu smiled lightly.

"In the dream, I met an old man, he taught me this ancient quatrain, and not only gave it to me, but also learned dozens of others."

What Su Yu was talking about was naturally the scene where the teacher taught the text in his previous life.

"Looks like a sage entrusted a dream!" Qin Ya seemed to understand!

"Is there really such a thing as entrusting a dream?" Su Yu was a little surprised.

"That's right! There are many people who are gifted by God, who have been entrusted with dreams by saints. For example, in the Bodhi Temple in the east of Beicang Continent, a novice monk in the temple received entrusted dreams by Buddha and became a holy Buddha in the Buddhist world!"

"For another example, in the Izumo Divine Kingdom in the West Mountain Continent, a fairy passed on a dream, and instructed a strong man in the imperial realm to break through the shackles of thousands of years and break through to the divine realm!"

(End of this chapter)