The spirit of the book mountain listened to the choice of the two, nodded, raised the bamboo slip in his hand, and took the last step, chanting softly,

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In the center of the array, a tall, even somewhat burly man, wearing a white silk mask, slowly walked down from the array.

In such a solemn place as the Confucian and Taoist palaces, under the background of this burly physique, the mask that was so pure that it was not evenly wiped made this man like a funny clown.

"This is the person sent by the Yan Kingdom to help?"

"He's wearing a mask, is he here to be funny?"

"It's insulting to Sven, it's insulting to Sven!"

However, unlike the ridiculous reactions of Confucian scholars from other countries, the Confucian scholars of Yan and Qi were completely shocked when they saw this funny person who looked a bit like a clown.

"Is it really him?"

"Masquerade, our Dayan's masquerade has come to help us?"

Although not many Confucian scholars in Yanguo have seen the true body of this masked poet maniac, the masked poet who scolded and smashed the poems of Zhenguo and wrote the words of Zhenguo is already a mythical figure known to women and children in Yanjing City!

The key point is that after this person did such an exaggerated and almost miraculous thing, he only turned back into the crowd and disappeared, never to be seen again......

Just when everyone thought that this masked poetry maniac was probably pretending to be someone, and he would never appear again......

In the Book Mountain Fantasy Realm, in the desperate situation of Yan Kingdom, he actually appeared again!

This is the flame of hope of the Confucian students of the Yan Kingdom, but it is the nightmare of the Confucian students of the Qi Kingdom!

"A literary fight shattered the monster ...... of the four people who knew the sea"

"Oh my God, is that the monster that Lhotse Shang mentioned?"

"When did he come to Michi? Why did Yan Guo leave such a great power, and he didn't invite him out when he was studying the mountains and the sea, and deliberately stayed until now?"

Only Xun Wenyu sneered.

"Is this Yan Guo's backhand?"

"What kind of masked poetry, what kind of broken sea demon, today I, Xun Wenyu, will come to pierce his painted skin!"

After the spirit of the book mountain took the masked man, he turned his face again and asked the Confucian students of the Chu State about their choice.

Just when they asked the Confucian scholars of other countries about their choices, the man wearing the mask had already arrived among the Confucian scholars of the Yan Kingdom.

Many Confucian students of Yan Kingdom, seeing that he didn't speak, walked straight to Zhang Zemu's side, and they all felt very surprised.

Seeing Gu Ren slowly, he slowly bent down, leaned to Zhang Zemu's side and asked, "What happened in Shushan?"

Zhang Zemu raised his head and looked at the masked man in front of him, and with just one glance, Zhang Zemu recognized his gaze.

"Too ......"

Zhang Zemu's words came to his mouth and swallowed back, "It's too careless, when the route of Shushan is changing, there is a sword qi hidden in it, and when I found the sword qi, it was too late......"

"Sword Qi?"

The masked man's eyes blinked, allowing Zhang Zemu to continue.

"In order to protect everyone, I exhausted my mental power and launched the 'Dou Zhuan Star Shift' Wenxin, transferring all the damage of the sword qi......"

"I don't know which country it was transferred to, although this kind of Li Dai Tao stiff is against our Confucian gentleman's way, but the situation is urgent, and the lesser of two evils has to be like this!"

When the masked man heard this, his eyes under the mask suddenly became not quite right.

It seems to be connected to something, and I want to laugh a little, but I can't seem to laugh.

Zhang Zemu breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I originally thought that the sneak attack would end here, but who knew that that person would also connect my sea of knowledge with the book mountain, causing me to consume a lot of my mental power with every step in the book mountain......

"Everyone could have left me to fend for myself in the mountain of books, but no one did...... still accompanied me to the end of the book mountain,......"

"Otherwise, there is no need for Prime Minister Leng to use his blood and heart to barely get a list of books and seas!"

"I alone dragged down the entire Yan Kingdom, and I deserve death......

When Zhang Zemu said this, his eyes couldn't help but show despair.

The masked man raised his hand, gently pressed Zhang Zemu's shoulder, which was trembling with excitement and grief, and only said: "At this moment, my burden is borne by me!"

When Zhang Zemu heard this, his eyes froze, but he suddenly felt a familiar fluctuation of mental power from the palm of the masked man......

"Division...... Master ......"

Zhang Zemu blurted out almost irrepressibly.

When the other Confucian students in Yan Kingdom heard this, except for Ding Yi who came out of the small world of Confucianism and Taoism, they all thought that the masked poet was Zhang Zemu's master......

"It turns out that he is Master Zhang's master......"

"No wonder the strength is so strong!"

Even Leng Yunfei's voice trembled with excitement.

"Great, great, the sky is endless, my big swallow!"

When Qin Feng saw the scene in front of him, he didn't bother to explain, he just straightened up and comforted Zhang Zemu.

"You can rest in peace......"

"I'm Dayan...... Victory!"

When the words fell, the originally demoralized Yanguo students were suddenly excited, and their morale rose again.

At this moment, the spirit of the book mountain has restored the power of mind for Confucian scholars from other countries.

Except for the Yan Kingdom, Confucian scholars from other countries chose to restore their mental power......

The spirit of the book mountain flutters the wide sleeves and stands on the most central platform, sounding like the sage avenue, surrounding the surroundings.

"Confucianism and Taoism Hall Literary Conference, officially start ......"

"The rules of this literary meeting are simple, set a topic for an article, and the Confucian students of the Seven Kingdoms can write independently, or they can be completed by everyone, and revise and polish each other......"

"The first person to write a poem is awarded seven points, and so on......"

"Combined with the ranking after Wenguang, the one with the highest Wenguang gets seven points......"

"After the synthesis, the highest will be ranked, and the highest will get another seven points, and the highest will be the leader of this Confucian and Taoist Palace!"

The spirit of the book mountain raised his hands and said loudly: "This Confucian and Taoist palace literary meeting, the title of the text is 'Mianchi'!"

Hearing this question, everyone was surprised.

Michi Conference,There's nothing wrong with using Michichi as the theme.,But it's not easy to write at all!

The more specific the topic, the more difficult it is to write, which is the general knowledge of Confucianism and Taoism, and the speed and quality of making poems are all put together to compete, and it is even more difficult to win the championship!

It is worthy of being a trial that is more difficult than learning from the mountains of books.

Just when everyone was meditating, suddenly a Confucian student from the Jixia School Palace whispered: "Then we will write Fang Sheng's poem "Going to the Pond Boat to Work"...... Is there anything wrong?"

As soon as the words fell, the Spirit of the Book Mountain looked at the Confucian scholar and sneered: "If you want to be expelled by me directly, you can use other people's old works and your own old works to make up for the ......."

As soon as the Confucian student of the Jixia Academy Palace was warned by this sentence, he immediately shrunk his neck and didn't dare to speak anymore.

Huang Fuqi and Xun Wenyu also looked at each other and dispelled the idea of using Fang Yunshi, but the two also secretly pondered.

"With the current rules, it is extremely advantageous for the party who writes the poem first......"

"Compared with the length of the text, it is much simpler to make a poem first, and the points of the two are still the same. ”

"If we can write poems and texts first, even if other countries can overshadow us in terms of literature, as long as it is not the prince who happens to be the second place, it is still our Qi country that wins the championship!"

Huang Fuqi and Xun Wenyu made up their minds, and were about to start writing an article, and then revise and polish each other, when suddenly they heard someone shouting.

"Our poem is finished!"

Finished writing?

Huang Fuqi and Xun Wenyu were both shocked, and the direction of listening to this voice seemed to be ......

It's actually Yan Guo!

Yan Guo has finished writing the poem?

Are you kidding?

"Our Yan Kingdom is the first to finish writing the poem!"

Hearing this, the other Confucian students of the six countries were all shocked, only to see the man wearing a mask, standing in front of the Confucians, holding a pen in one hand and behind his back with the other.

Seeing that the poems in front of the masked man were written, no one in the Six Kingdoms had written poems at all, and the most written was only the Confucian scholars of the Chu State, a seven-character quatrain, and only wrote the first sentence......

"Don't you have to think about it?"

"Did you type the draft, or did it just hit the idea he had in mind?"

Many Confucian students in the Jixia School Palace, who had a bad relationship with King Yan, sneered: "In order to compete for the first speed, don't you even take the article structure test?"

"Don't you know, if you don't even have a text, it can't be considered written?"

Xun Wenyu said harshly: "You Yan Guo are waiting for no points, just go out!"

At this moment, the Spirit of the Book Mountain raised his eyes and glanced at Qin Feng, and said, "Are Yan Guo sure that they will not modify it again?"

"You should know that the article is not tired of being changed a hundred times, and there is only one chance for this literary meeting, if you submit it hastily......"

"If there is no Wenguang, this article will be invalidated, not only will there be no reward for becoming the first poem, but the ranking will also fall directly to the last......"

"And you can't submit any more poems, can you think about it?"

Listening to the words of the spirit of Shushan, many Confucian scholars in Yan Kingdom also lost their hearts all of a sudden.

Although it is said that good poetry should be written in a thousand words, relying on horses, but dozens or hundreds of people write poems together and revise each other......

Yan Guo is completely made by a masked poet maniac, and he does it with a wave without changing a word......

Although he is the master of Zhang Fuzi, can he really suppress all the Confucian students in the other six countries by himself?

Qin Feng looked at the Spirit of the Book Mountain and smiled coldly: "I'm sure!"

Before the spirit of the book mountain could speak, the Confucian students of the other six countries had already "coaxed" to explode.

"Arrogant, arrogant!"

"Does he think that his poetry alone will be better than that of dozens or hundreds of us?"

"If you don't die, you won't die...... Yan Guo is afraid that he will lose the advantage of being an example in the sea of books and learning!"

Xun Wenyu shook the folding fan lightly and sneered harshly: "Please also ask the spirit of Shushan to make this poem public to me and others to take a look......"

"I want to see what kind of bird the poems written by Yan Guo are less than ten breaths!"