v2 Chapter 125： Red Dust Poetry Road, open

About half an hour later, a hundred people had already stepped into the platform of the Zhaixing Building.

Great Confucianism Leng Bing no longer had any coldness on his face at this moment, and there was a spring breeze-like smile on his face. Although it was said that the monster Bai Fei took the second place, four of the top five were human races, not to mention that the first name Chen Luo actually caused two visions of "azure clouds straight up" and "strong winds open the way".

As a guardian of the great Confucianism, he naturally has the credit reward of Wenchang Pavilion.

Of course, Great Confucian Leng did not despise that reward.

The main purpose is to protect the unspoken rules of the Great Confucianism. I dare not think about the original work, but you can ask Chen Luo to write a piece of "On Poems and Gifts to Leng Great Confucianism to Protect the Star Tower" again!

Back then, Li Qinglian and Su Poxian held the two blessing poetry gatherings, in order to get the position of the Great Confucian on duty, but some Great Confucianists offered the price of Great Confucianism's treasures.

Facts have proved that the great Confucian family who finally paid the great Confucian Wenbao made a lot of money.

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"Cough, Brother Leng, I have something to discuss with you..." Another great Confucian said through voice transmission, but he didn't say the next sentence, Leng Hanbing directly resumed his cold tone, "The qualifications to guard the Great Confucianism. The old man has made a decision today, unless you take out a piece of great Confucianism, the old man will not change it!"

The Great Confucian's face stiffened, and he smiled awkwardly: "It's okay...it's okay..."

Hey, although Wan Anbo is talented, he still can't reach the level of Li and Su who used poetry to open the way on Tongtian Road.

To the great Confucian Wenbao, you have to pay!

...

Chen Luo looked at Ji Zhong who was standing behind him, and was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Ji Zhong would be the fifth person to board the platform of Zhaixing Building, following Wang Bugui.

At this time, Wang Bugui stepped forward and bowed his hands to Chen Luo: "Wan Anbo, I've been looking forward to it for a long time. Last time Wen Lei was inconvenient, so I can't talk about it more. I'm very happy to see it today. On behalf of the grandson, the king does not return."

At this time, Tian Xiangwan also came over and made a bow: "Zheliu Academy, Tian Xiangwan has met Wan Anbo and Mr. Chen."

Chen Luo was taken aback for a moment, remembering that he seemed to have the title of "professor" in the eight major academies in Zhongjing, and he also used the jade badge given by others to wear it. No wonder Tian Xiangwan added a sentence to Mr. Chen.

Chen Luo returned the salute one by one: "Hello, Prince Wang, and Miss Tian."

Wang Bugui looked at Ji Zhong again, and also saluted. Ji Zhong nodded slightly, and took a half step closer to Chen Luo, indicating that he was just a guard. A look of surprise flashed on Wang Bugui's face.

"Fortunately, Wan Anbo turned the tide and won the first place in the building. If the demon clan takes the first place this time, I am afraid that I will leave a name in the history. But it is not a good reputation, but an infamy."

Tian Xiangwan nodded: "Especially my second place and my brother's third place. They will definitely be remembered."

Chen Luo waved his hand: "The article is born in nature, and it is obtained by chance. I also heard some students' comments, and I suddenly felt it."

"Wan Anbo is too modest." Wang Bugui shook his head, "your sentence 'there are talented people in the country, each leading the way for hundreds of years' is a blow to my grievance towards the poetry world. In my heart, I also thought that the Seven Jues were all written by the ancestors to the level of transcendence and sanctification, so what if I am a genius?"

"Today, when I heard Wan Anbo's deafening words, Yu Lei completely disappeared in my heart."

"My generation should have the heart to lead the way, follow the path of the predecessors, and go further!"

Chen Luo looked at Wang Bugui, who was suddenly hot-blooded, and was stunned.

Good guy, I thought it was a romantic noble boy, but it turned out to be a hot-blooded middle-aged man.

To deal with this kind of person, just pretend.

"Brother Wang is right. As the saying goes, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the new generation replaces the old!"

"Wonderful! This sentence is also wonderful. I wonder if Wang would be lucky enough to read the full text?"

"Huh?" Chen Luo was taken aback for a moment, "This...the two sentences I came up with on a whim, are not connected up and down."

"It's a pity! If Wan Anbo wants to continue, he must let me know."

"sure!"

Tian Xiangwan frowned as he watched Chen Luo and Wang Bugui come and go back and forth.

Man, are you all so boring?

She took another step forward, came to Chen Luo's side, and said, "Mr. Chen, if you enter the Crystal Demon Realm, be careful of Fang Xiujie."

Chen Luo was startled, greeted Tian Xiangwan slightly, and glanced around in the crowd. Sure enough, he saw Fang Xiujie standing on the edge of the platform, peeking at him, and seeing Chen Luo's eyes Come over, and pretend to be inadvertently put aside.

At this moment, the cold and cold voice sounded again.

"Everyone. First of all, congratulations, everyone has boarded the Xingzhai Tower, and you can pray for the second time. The power of heaven on your body is at least twice that of the people downstairs!"

"Second prayer, the power of the heaven does not come from the heaven, but from the road to the sky."

"If you can use the meaning of poetry to touch the road to the sky, not only will the power of the heavens be lowered, but also a lot of righteousness will be given. The amount that Yi An received back then was equivalent to ten years of hard work."

"This is a big opportunity given by Wenchang Pavilion, don't miss the opportunity."

"This matter is not allowed to be rumored!"

As soon as Leng Hanbing said this, the children of the aristocratic family who had already known about this matter were fine, but the faces of the poor disciples of the academy showed a look of surprise.

"There is such a chance! It's a shame, I was in a hurry, and the poems I prepared were not the best choice!"

"I originally prepared a strong line poem, but the last sentence still needs to be scrutinized. Can you take more time?"

"How can there be such a big opportunity, I knew it would take a year to polish it!"

Compared with the anxiety of Confucian scholars, the demon clan was a little calmer.

This time, a total of eight half-demons came up in the top 100.

"No wonder I was asked to make an oath before, not to leak the things on the sky, so that's what happened." Bai Fei thought to himself, "But I still have to take the road of demon repair in the end. Don't worry."

Thinking of this, Bai Fei glanced at Chen Luo resentfully: "It's all him! Otherwise, I'll be the number one on stage!"

...

"Sir, you **** me..." Ji Zhong stood behind Chen Luo and said softly.

Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, looked at Ji Zhong with a serious face, and smiled: "It's alright, I originally took the stage with a lot more power than you, you have to add more fuel, or you really can't keep up with me. footsteps."

Ji Zhong thought for a while, and wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Chen Luo's eyes, and Ji Zhong had no choice but to nod his head.

Chen Luo sighed in his heart, he really didn't expect the second prayer to be the rule.

But he couldn't absorb Xiao Ji's righteousness. He knew how difficult it was for others to gather "qi" when he started martial arts. This time, he has the opportunity to get the "Horran Righteousness" that he has studied hard for many years for nothing. Of course, he will let Ji Zhong get it.

What is the use of him sucking so much righteousness, breaking the suction star **, nothing compares to the Beiming magic.

He could feel that when he climbed the building just now, the power of the Heavenly Dao he got was several times that of the second-ranked demon clan. It didn't matter if he didn't fight, he just thought he was a test accompaniment for Xiao Ji.

Thinking of this, Chen Luo also felt a little bored and began to look around.

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"Huh? This kid, why don't you suck?" Leng Binghan frowned when he saw that Chen Luo didn't seem to use the suction star to absorb Haoran's righteousness.

"He doesn't attract Haoran's righteousness, how can he inspire the Confucian Sect to reach the sky? How... how can he leave a poem that touches the Tao?"

"He is reluctant to **** his book boy, so he can **** the old man. The old man is so righteous and doesn't care if he sucks!"

"I'm **** off, old man."

"Brother Leng." Seeing that Leng Hanbing didn't know what he was thinking, a great scholar quickly reminded him through voice transmission, "It's time to say the rules."

Leng Hanbing reacted, coughed twice, suppressed the noisy sound of the platform, and said, "For this blessing, the top five will stay, and the rest can start writing."

After speaking, Leng Hanbing waved his hand, and five slates rose above the platform.

"The top five people can write your poems on this slate. This slate is a treasure of the collapsed world, and there is a trace of Heavenly Dao fragments, which can help you touch Dao more easily."

As soon as the words fell, envious glances fell on the top five, but they couldn't blame others, so everyone calmed down, walked to their desks, and started writing.

After a while, the entire Tongtianlou platform was filled with awe-inspiring uprightness. All of a sudden, there was a streak of righteousness that fell from nowhere and shot into the body of a Confucian scholar.

"Yes, righteousness is like an arrow, enough to be worth the hard work in June!"

At this time, a few more righteous qi turned into meteors, appeared from nowhere, and shot into the bodies of several other Confucian scholars.

"Upright flying star, equivalent to a year of hard study!"

After a while, innumerable righteous energy emerged from the sky above the platform and shot into the bodies of those Confucian scholars, but they were basically righteousness like arrows and righteousness flying stars.

At this time, the platform is full of righteousness, the power of heaven is strong, and everyone seems to have received a lot of benefits.

Leng Hanbing glanced at Chen Luo's people: "It's up to you."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone's eyes turned to the five people in front, and the heart of comparison came to their hearts at this time.

Ji Zhong stepped forward with no expression on his face, was the first to pick up the pen and finished writing a poem, then turned around and walked to stand behind Chen Luo.

At this moment, a beam of righteousness emerged above Ji Zhong's head, turned into a scroll of bamboo slips, and plunged into Ji Zhong's body. A strange look flashed on Leng Hanbing's face, and he looked at the poems written by Ji Zhong, and asked, "You can write books with integrity, but you can cultivate for three years. Little friend, what kind of classics are you majoring in?"

Ji Zhongshi Li responded, "Spring and Autumn."

Leng Hanbing looked at Ji Zhong again, nodded slightly, and said in admiration, "You are talented!"

After speaking, he looked at Wang Bugui again: "It's your turn."

Wang Bugui strode forward, with confidence in his mind to write with a pen. After writing, he raised his head and looked up at the sky.

A mass of righteousness appeared in the sky, turned into the shape of a giant hammer, hit Wang Bugui's head, and disappeared.

"The hammer of righteousness can be studied hard for two years."

Wang Bugui shrugged and muttered softly, "It's only two years, write a hammer!"

Then came the third Tian Xiangwan, whose righteousness turned into a group of butterflies.

Righteousness turns into a butterfly, five years of hard work.

Then came the second place Bai Fei. Surprisingly, Bai Fei also wrote a poem about the righteousness of the butterfly. Several great Confucians present frowned slightly, wondering if they could draw Bai Fei back to the human race.

But everyone quickly turned their attention to Chen Luo, who was wandering in the sky at the moment.

"Cough... Wan Anbo!" Leng Hanbing shouted, Chen Luo recovered, "Ah? It's me?"

Leng Bingbing nodded: "Exactly."

"Okay, then I'll write it." Chen Luo picked up the pen, he had already thought about it, it's not good anyway, so don't waste it.

Just write a decent poem.

Seeing Chen Luo pick up the pen, Leng Hanbing coughed again: "Wan Anbo, did you just write like this?"

Chen Luo nodded: "Well, is there any problem?"

"Aren't you going to prepare?"

"What are you going to do to prepare?"

"The Confucian Sect's Road to Heaven still needs a little bit of righteousness..."

"Oh, don't care, I can't keep the righteousness anyway..."

Leng Hanbing: (?''ω'?) Do you have to let me explain?

At this moment, Bai Fei suddenly seemed to be talking to himself, and recited: "Li Du's article has been passed down from thousands of mouths, and it is not new until now..."

Everyone looked at Bai Fei. At this moment, Bai Fei suddenly recited such a poem, and everyone understood what it meant.

Chen Luo's previous poems in the building thought that Li Qinglian and Du Zimei's poems have been passed down to today, and there is no sense of surprise. At this time, Chen Luo was about to write poems, and he said this, it means that if you can't write amazing poems, before Climbing a building is a shameless statement.

But who are these two people? Du Zimei is a semi-sage, and Li Qinglian's poems are "romantic"!

What's more, Chen Luo didn't seem to absorb Haoran's righteousness.

The Confucian scholar of the human race and several great Confucians looked at Bai Fei, Bai Fei seemed to have reacted, and quickly apologized to Chen Luo: "Xiaohu has finished writing his poems and remembered Wan Anbo's poems again, it's really bad. I just recited it unconsciously, disturbing Wan An Bo Wensi..."

Everyone held a bad breath in their chests, but they couldn't attack, they could only stare at Bai Fei fiercely.

Chen Luo's heart is also crooked. I didn't expect you to be a green tea bitch, and you're still a male bitch.

Bah, disgusting!

Chen Luo's hand holding the pen used a lot of force, and was about to change his mind. He asked Leng Hanbing to borrow a bit of righteousness. Suddenly, a poem flashed in his heart.

"This poem..." Chen Luo was shocked, "Why didn't I think of it at first?"

A smile appeared on Chen Luo's face, looking at Bai Fei: "There was originally a poem, but you interrupted it. However, it reminded me of another..."

After finishing speaking, Chen Luo picked up the pen and started writing on the slate. Everyone's eyes turned to the slate.

"The situation in the world is beyond my generation, and as soon as you enter the rivers and lakes, the years will remind you."

"In the chat and laughter of Emperor Tubaye, it is impossible to get drunk in the world."

Only half of the song was written, and that day, the stone slab seemed to be unbearable, and a crack suddenly appeared in the middle. At the same time, there were nine deep thunder sounds in the cloudless sky.

Everyone was attracted by the sound of thunder, and looked to the sky in confusion.

"Nine thunders!" The expressions of several great Confucians changed.

"This is the image of the Tongtian Road shaking, could it be... could it be..."

Chen Luo continued to appear on the cracked slate.

"Raise the sword and straddle the ghost rain, and the bones are like a bird flying."

"The world is like a tide of people like water, only a few people in the rivers and lakes will return."

Chen Luo put down his pen, and the bright sky suddenly dimmed.

"Turn from day to night! This is the vision of a new road to the sky!" Leng Hanbing was horrified and looked up at the sky.

At the same time, the three thousand li radius of China and Beijing changed from day to night.

Countless people raised their heads, only to see a colorful star road running through the three thousand-mile sky.

"It's the road to the sky for the younger brother." Song Tuizhi raised his head in the Earl's Mansion.

"Chen Luo's Tongtian Road is about to open a new road?" Wenchang Pavilion, Yan Baichuan raised his head.

"Is this Chen Aiqing's Martial Dao Tongtian Road? It's beautiful!" Ye Heng raised his head in Changming Palace.

"Seven colors, this is martial arts! It's Wan Anbo's road to the sky!" Countless market people raised their heads.

At this time, saw that on the colorful road, a blazing sun lit up, which was more dazzling than the surrounding seven colors.

In the Star Picking Building, Chen Luo closed his eyes, but he felt that his own eyes seemed to be on the road to the sky, overlooking the three thousand miles of the world.

He opened his mouth slightly, and his voice spread to the sky.

"Today, on Tongtian Road, I wrote a poem about the red dust. Anyone who writes about the red dust will enter this road."

The voice fell, and the colorful qi fell like raindrops, falling into the body of every person with red dust qi within the radius of 3,000 miles.

The third vision of opening the way: falling out of breath becomes rain, and the world is swayed!

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After about a moment, day and night recovered, everyone stared at Chen Luo blankly, and Bai Fei showed a look of panic.

Chen Luo pointed to the poem he had just written and said, "This is the first poem of the martial arts world!"

Zhaixinglou, exploded!