Chapter 888

There was silence in the room.

Bai Yishan gave him a meaningful look, without saying anything more, took out a few scrolls from his sleeve robe, handed them to him and said, "Read these articles first."

Luo Qingzhou quickly took it and unfolded it carefully.

Bai Yishan took out several more scrolls from the other sleeve of his robe and whispered: "There are also a few poems written by you."

Luo Qingzhou was reading the article on the scroll carefully and was stunned when he heard this.

Bai Yishan unfolded one of the scrolls and sighed with a complicated expression: "If I hadn't accidentally heard your song "The Wine Will Enter" in the main hall, I'm afraid I would still be stuck in that bottleneck and unable to break through..."

Luo Qingzhou finished reading one of the scrolls in his hand and suddenly asked: "It requires the first draft of the author to be useful?"

Bai Yishan nodded and said: "Yes, the first draft is the most important. Even if it is read in person, the audience cannot absorb the spirit of the text and can only rely on it to understand. When I listened to your song "Toast a Drink", I suddenly had an enlightenment and had a breakthrough after I returned home.”

Luo Qingzhou thought to himself, no wonder at the Jinchan Temple, Prince Duan and the people in the temple were all competing for the first draft he wrote.

There was a pause.

He asked again: "Senior, how confident are you against Yueyang Tower?"

Bai Yishan was silent for a moment and said: "If it is Zhou Yuanshan who signed a life and death contract before, he should still have some confidence. As for Yueyang Tower, I'm afraid it will be difficult. The other party has already broken through to the realm of Guiyi more than ten years ago. I'm afraid that it is at least the same now. Unify It's the middle period, or even the later period. My Great Yan literary energy has been exhausted. Over the past few years, I have searched all over the Kyushu continent and found a few ancient books containing literary energy, which I can use to practice. I also added the insights from your song "Toast a Wine". I was lucky enough to break through to the realm of unity..."

At this point, he sighed: "We did not expect the sudden collapse of Confucianism and Taoism. It is too late to switch to other practices. We can only bite the bullet and continue to walk hard. Compared with the training of a warrior , The cultivation of the soul is naturally more difficult, and there is no future at all."

"As for our skills, although they are miraculous, many of them have become ineffective due to the lack of cultural energy in the world. The other party is the peak master of the Piaomiao Xian Sect. No matter the skills or the magic weapons on his body, they are beyond my comparison."

"so……"

Luo Qingzhou nodded and said, "It is indeed a bit difficult."

Bai Yishan suddenly smiled calmly again, his eyes sparkling, and his aura changed instantly: "But despite this, I will naturally not admit defeat. This time I came with the determination to die for the country, as long as I can do something for the great Yan strives for some opportunities. Even if I, Bai Yishan, die on the stage, I have nothing to fear!"

Nangong Huoyue, who was on the side, frowned and said: "Dean, it doesn't have to be like this. We have won five games. If this one is in danger, dean will just admit defeat. Only with the dean here, can I, Dayan, have the backbone." , I won’t let anyone bully me.”

Bai Yishan was silent for a moment and said: "We still need to win one last game. This last game..."

"Dean."

Nangong Huoyue interrupted him, glanced at someone at the door, and said, "There is still her."

Then he said quietly: "Our competition this time is not only for Dayan's benefit, but also for her. She will naturally have to put in some effort. Although someone has already helped her a lot."

When talking about someone, she glanced at someone else who was looking at the scroll.

Bai Yishan looked at the cold girl at the door.

Nangong Huoyue's eyes flashed with light and said: "Dean, don't think she is a fool. Since she dares to go to war, she will naturally not be afraid of the constraints given to her by the Piaomiao Immortal Sect. If she goes to fight, the Piaomiao Immortal Sect will naturally send out If a disciple instead of the most powerful person like Yueyang Tower comes on stage, we might still have a chance."

Bai Yishan paused, looked at the girl at the door, and asked warmly: "Miss Yueyao, can you tell me what kind of cultivation you are now?"

Luo Qingzhou also raised his head and looked at the door.

Yue Yao was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly.

Nangong Huoyue suddenly frowned and said with a cold face: "It's already this time, do you still want to hide it?"

There seemed to be a hint of discomfort on Yue Yao's cold cheeks. She paused and said, "I don't know either."

Nangong Huoyue was stunned and said, "You don't know what your current level of cultivation is?"

Yue Yao was silent again.

There was a trace of confusion on Bai Yishan's face, and he said, "Miss Yueyao, can you release some aura, or come up with a technique for Bai to see?"

Yue Yao paused, stretched out a slender jade finger, and pointed behind him.

Then, put it away.

Bai Yishan was stunned for a moment and said, "Is it over?"

Yue Yao nodded slightly.

Bai Yishan had a suspicious expression on his face.

He didn't feel any fluctuations in the technique just now, nor did he even feel any breath.

Any warrior or soul cultivator will experience fluctuations in vitality or soul power when releasing their skills.

But when they, Confucian and Taoist practitioners, took action, their literary spirit fluctuated.

At the same time, their respective auras will also be emitted.

But this girl just...

Isn't it a lie? In fact, she didn't release any energy at all?

Bai Yishan had a suspicious look on his face, and when he was about to ask again, Nangong Huoyue suddenly pointed behind him and said, "Dean..."

Bai Yishan was stunned for a moment, turned around to look, and suddenly froze.

The boy standing behind him, who was originally reading the article on the scroll seriously, suddenly turned into an ice sculpture, standing there motionless, only his eyes were still blinking.

Bai Yishan: "..."

"Crack!"

A flame rose from inside, instantly melting the ice on his body.

Luo Qingzhou held the scroll and asked at the door: "Miss Yueyao, am I easier to bully?"

The cold girl at the door actually nodded slightly.

Luo Qingzhou had nothing to say.

Bai Yishan's heart was even more suspicious, and his eyes looked at the girl at the door again, and asked: "What did Miss Yueyao use to activate the skill just released? It shouldn't be soul power, right?"

Using soul power to activate the skills, there will naturally be fluctuations in soul power.

But there was no fluctuation just now.

Yueyao was silent for a while, shook her head, and said: "I don't know either."

Bai Yishan was stunned when he heard this, and for a moment, he couldn't tell whether she really didn't know or didn't want to say it.

At this time, Luo Qingzhou suddenly put away the scroll and said, "Senior, the time for the competition should be coming soon. I want to write a few poems. Please give me some advice. Is that okay?"

When these words came out, Bai Yishan was stunned at first, and then his eyes lit up and said, "Please."

Luo Qingzhou did not dare to delay, returned the scroll to him, then took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, walked to the table beside him, and spread out the rice paper.

Nangong Huoyue immediately came over, picked up the ink block and said, "I will help you grind the ink."

Luo Qingzhou looked up at her and said, "If your majesty grinds the ink with his jade hands, I believe these poems will have a different style."

Nangong Huoyue grinds the ink and curls her lips: "Flatterer."

Luo Qingzhou picked up the wolf hair, pondered for a moment, then dipped it in ink and began to write.

A poem, all in one breath

He picked up the rice paper and handed it to Bai Yishan, saying, "Please take a look, sir. I will continue to write the second poem."

Bai Yishan took the rice paper and looked at it carefully, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

But after reading the whole poem, his eyes were shining, and then he slowly closed his eyes again, and the poem on the rice paper appeared in his mind word by word.

"Senior, this is the second poem."

At this time, Luo Qingzhou handed him the second piece of rice paper.

Bai Yishan came back to his senses, hurriedly took it carefully in his hand, and then held his breath and couldn't wait to read it.

"Look up to the northwest floating clouds, leaning against the sky for thousands of miles, you need a long sword..."

Just the first sentence made his heart full of literary spirit, and his blood surged up instantly!

When he was excited and read the whole poem, he suddenly felt his heart full of lofty sentiments in an instant, and then full of melancholy in an instant, his emotions were complicated and difficult to describe, and his literary spirit was excited.

At this time, Luo Qingzhou finished writing the third poem and handed it to him.

Bai Yishan suddenly seemed to be in a state of disarray. He was stunned for a moment before he reached out to take it and looked down.

After seeing it, he immediately focused his eyes and woke up.

At this moment, Jia Xun's voice suddenly came from outside: "Time is up, both sides are ready to go on stage!"

Bai Yishan quickly read the words on the rice paper that were not yet dry, and they were deeply imprinted in his mind.

At this time, Luo Qingzhou suddenly finished writing the last poem in one breath.

Then, he put down his pen and ink, held the rice paper on the table with both hands, handed it to him respectfully, and said: "Senior, this last poem is specially written for you."

Bai Yishan immediately took it solemnly and looked at it intently.

After reading only the first two sentences, he was suddenly shocked.

When he finished reading the last two sentences, the literary energy in his body seemed to be suddenly uncontrollable, and with a "boom", it began to surge like a wave.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He actually said three "good"s in a row, trembling with excitement, and then his aura changed again. He immediately put away the poems in his hand and strode out the door.

When he reached the door.

Yue Yao, who was standing at the door, suddenly handed him three scrolls and said, "These three articles should be useful to you."

Bai Yishan was slightly startled when he heard the words, looked at her with a puzzled look, paused, took it, and immediately opened it to read.

Nangong Huoyue's expression moved slightly, and she couldn't help but ask, "Miss Yueyao can also write articles?"

Yue Yao looked at her, her face still calm, and said in a cold tone, "I can't, but someone will help me write."

Nangong Huoyue was stunned, and then suddenly turned her head and looked at someone next to her.

Luo Qingzhou hurriedly lowered his head and pretended to be very serious about tidying up the pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

At this moment, Bai Yishan's Confucian robe suddenly rustled, and his temperament seemed to have changed drastically!

The three of them looked over.

He was holding one of the scrolls, his hands trembling with excitement, and he murmured in a trembling voice: "The world has righteousness... The world has righteousness..."

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