v2 Chapter 110： Wen Lei, wins

"This, this song," the great scholar of the Shi family showed an unbelievable look on his face, "Breaking the gut! This is the heartbreaking song!"

As soon as the Shijia Confucian said this, all the Confucians nodded in succession: "Bai Letian wrote in the previous dynasty that the emperor buried the mud in the spring, and I sent the world full of snow, only to know that there are still heartbroken poems in the world and to Su Poxian to shed tears, wiping for ten years. Life and death are boundless, I don’t think about it, I can’t forget it, the heart-breaking words are only found in the world, but I didn’t expect that today, the demon clan is so aggressive that they forced Wan Anbo to make a heart-breaking song!”

"Withered vines, old trees, dim crows, small bridges, flowing water, people, ancient roads, westerly thin horses, heartbroken people, the end of the world is wonderful and sad."

"This song reminds me of Wen's Jishengmaodianyue, the words of the human footprint Banqiaoshuang, and the words are excellent!"

"The old man doesn't think so. The first three sentences are withered vines, old trees are dim, small bridges and flowing water people, and ancient roads are west wind and thin horses. Although they are also skilled, they can write the bleakness of autumn, but the key is the last two sentences, a sunset. , the nine autumn scenes are unified into one, and the last sentence of heartbroken people is in the end of the world, and the perfect fusion of heart and eye scenes has created this heartbroken song!"

"Huh? Do you know what it turns out to be Liu Daru!"

"Everyone, look, that holy page has changed."

At this time, on the high jade platform, the Spring and Autumn Sacred Page with "Autumn Scenery" written on it even kept trembling, and phantoms of wicker sticks emerged from the Sacred Page, which instantly turned into the appearance of a willow tree. Almost at the same time, a silent coercion covered the entire Zhongjing City. Everyone looked at the willow tree and felt that a stone was pressed against their hearts.

The willow tree is not tall or big, but in the eyes of everyone, it is full of sight, like a towering giant tree. Almost at the same time, the minister of letters, the minister of politics, and the minister of law stood up at the same time, and their bodies were full of righteousness. Not knowing where they came from, a few more figures flew out, guarding Ye Heng and Ye Qu, looking at the aura on their bodies, they seemed to be great Confucians.

Bai Qingqing saw the shadow of the willow tree, her face was also one side, she quickly knelt down and said respectfully: "Little fox Bai Qingqing, I have seen Liu Zu!"

The willow tree swayed and turned into an old man who had no idea how old he was. The whole person was too old to be described by years. He first glanced at Bai Qingqing, thought for a while, and then said, "Are you the half-demon fox who seeks the holy page at the old branch?"

Bai Qingqing said quickly, "It's the little fox!"

Liu Shu nodded and looked at Chen Luo again: "Little guy, you have a smell I am very familiar with."

Chen Luo was about to speak when suddenly a figure flashed beside Chen Luo, it was Song Tuizhi.

Song Tuizhi's face was dignified, he took a step forward, half blocked Chen Luo behind him, and cupped his hands: "I have seen Liu Zu, my teacher Zhusheng Yu Wuji, this is my younger brother Chen Luo."

Liu Zu was not surprised by Song Tuizhi's sudden appearance, he just thought about it again: "Yu Wuji, he is Xiaozhuzi's friend, Xiaozhuzi brought him to see the old man, he is a good child, he has become a saint? "

Immediately, Liu Zu shook his head again: "Forget it, these are not important, so don't be nervous."

He looked past Song Tuizhi and looked at Chen Luo: "This song of Qiusi is beneficial to the old man, and the old man is here to thank him."

After he finished speaking, Liu Zu stretched out his finger, and at a point in the void, a jade-like willow leaf appeared out of thin air. At the moment when the willow leaves appeared, Bai Qingqing was shocked, trying to suppress his urge to snatch.

The willow leaf floated in front of Chen Luo, and Liu Zu said again: "Your master can handle this too. You are better than him, and you look like a good boy." After saying that, the willow leaf floated to Chen Luo's right hand, and Bi With a flash of light, it penetrated into Chen Luo's body. In an instant, a willow tattoo appeared on the back of Chen Luo's right hand. When Chen Luo thought about it, the tattoo disappeared again.

Seeing that Chen Luo had accepted the benefits, Liu Zu nodded again and looked at Bai Qingqing: "This song can be called the ancestor of Qiu Si, you are not wronged."

Bai Qingqing bowed his head respectfully: "Yes."

Liu Zu looked at the viewing platform again, but instead of looking at Ye Heng, the Emperor of Great Xuan at the top, he fell on Wen Xiang for a moment, smiled meaningfully, and then dissipated on the spot.

When Liu Zu disappeared, the inexplicable sense of depression also dissipated. Everyone involuntarily let out a long breath.

"Wen Wenxiang, that is" Ye Heng asked, he forced himself to calm down, his fingers were still trembling slightly, others didn't feel it, but as Ye Heng, who was in the Great Xuan Kingdom, he could clearly feel a great deal just now. The oppression is like facing the way of heaven.

"Go back to Your Majesty, that's Liu Zu!" Wen Xiang turned around, gave a salute, and said, "One of the sacred trees of the Heavenly Dao is extremely ancient. According to legend, it was transformed by the Jianmu essence that penetrated yin and yang back then."

"This should be a gift from the sacred tree of vision." Wen Xiang smiled bitterly, "I just didn't expect that the kid actually invited the ancestor of the sacred tree."

"The gift of the holy tree! This is the gift of the holy tree!" The Confucian scholar of the Shi family who had reacted suddenly cheered, "Wen has great merit, the gift of the holy tree! Hahaha, the last time this old man saw the gift of the holy tree, it was Cao Cao. The great Confucianism will seal the affairs of the marquis according to the words of the Lord, and a thousand bones will die if you succeed!"

"Master Sima, don't say it anymore. Have you seen the gift of the holy tree that invited the ancestor of the holy tree? This old man remembers the last time the ancestor of the holy tree appeared, or when was Su Poxian's bright moon there, ask Qingtian for the wine, and then go to In the previous calculation, only Du Bansheng climbed high. But whether it was Su Poxian or Du Bansheng, when he wrote his poems, he was already a half-sage!"

"Everyone, have you noticed that none of Wan Anbo's four songs have been named!"

A word to wake up the dreamer!

In everyone's mind, they suddenly thought of Cheng Qingzhu, the military minister, who had already led his troops to leave Zhongjing.

Chanting bamboo and sending soldiers to the city of Wanren!

Yonghua Er sent soldiers to Wanren City!

The old guy, when he left, specially arranged two rows of Confucian scholars to chant loudly.

Shuzi, superficial!

All the great Confucians looked at the Spring and Autumn Holy Page, which was emitting light on the stage and suspended in mid-air.

So fragrant!

"Wan Anbo, do you want to take Song Song back from this Qiu Siqu! What are you doing!" Wen Xiang smiled lightly and asked, suddenly his expression changed and he asked sharply.

Song Tuizhi on the high platform carefully stuffed the scroll number on the holy page with Qiu Sicong into his sleeve, ignoring Wen Xiang's questioning, and said to Chen Luo: "The original work of this song is extremely precious, and I am afraid that some bad people will miss it. Brother, take it for you!"

"Um!"

"Song Tuizhi! This song was written by Wen Lei, and the original manuscript should be kept in my Wenchang Pavilion!" A group of Confucian scholars from Wenchang Pavilion shouted.

"Look, rascal!" Song Tuizhi gave Chen Luo a wink.

Wen Xiang frowned: "Song Tuizhi, put down the original work!" After speaking grabbed Song Tuizhi with one hand, and the original holy page in Song Tuizhi's arms trembled.

Song Tuizhi sneered, a green bamboo appeared out of thin air in his hand, and after a dozen hits in the void, there was a burst of blasting sound. Wen Xiang's outstretched palm trembled, and the magical power he just released was interrupted.

"Second Senior Sister, Eighteen Skills, One Great Quiet"!

Taking advantage of this time, Song Tuizhi stomped the ground with his left foot, and the whole person disappeared instantly!

Wen Xiang's face was ugly. He didn't get it from Bing Xiang before, and now he didn't get it from Song Tuizhi.

So angry!

Obviously I came first!

At this time, Wen Xiang lost his patience and looked at Bai Qingqing: "White Demon Envoy, can the result of this fight be announced?"

Bai Qingqing also recovered from a series of changes in the world at this time. She took a deep look at Chen Luo, and suddenly smiled, and she was instantly charming.

"Wan Anbo's talent is flying high, and the little fox worships him! The human race is indeed a treasure, and the people are outstanding. This time, Wen Lei, my demon clan admits defeat!"

Bai Qingqing's charming appearance of admitting defeat was instantly spread throughout the capital through the magic circle, and bursts of cheers erupted everywhere in the entire capital.

"Wan Anbo is mighty!"

"Wan An Bo Wen Yun is prosperous!"

"Wan Anbo is my pride in Beijing!"

"Wan Anbo is awesome!"

"Wan Anbo took the little fox"

Um? As if something strange was mixed in with the cheers!

"Wait a minute!"

At this moment, a figure suddenly stood up from the audience and asked aloud, and the voice spread out with the magic circle.

"Old man, congratulations to Wan Anbo for winning the letter!"

"But the old man is puzzled. When did Wan Anbo become a Confucian scholar? When did he come to study hard with this arrogant and righteousness!"

"Wan Anbo please explain!"

The cheering stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at Chen Luo again.