Chapter 382 If you are Emperor Wu, you will be rewarded with a peach huā

Seven huge phantoms floated in the air, and the aura they emitted moved the people present.

There was no snow within a radius of several miles, and for a moment, the air within a radius of several miles seemed to freeze, and everyone felt that their breathing became heavy.

The cold wind was still roaring, and Mo Che, who was the leader, was in a straight shape, and the aura emitted by the seven stone statues dissipated in an instant.

The palpitating coercion also dissipated, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and at this moment, Mo Che took a step forward again, and said lightly: "Finish the ceremony"

The faint voice revealed incomparable majesty and bearing, followed by hundreds of sharp wind-breaking sounds.

The sound of breaking wind hovered in the sky, and under the illumination of the stars, hundreds of its phantoms slowly emerged from the void, and finally fell towards the place of Yù like a meteor.

The phantom gradually fell, and its shape clearly appeared in the eyes of everyone, and it was hundreds of stone tables.

The stone table is crystal clear, apparently carved from yù stone, and its composition is carved with lifelike landscape paintings.

The speed of the stone table's fall gradually slowed down, and finally it fell lightly on the yù platform, and the faint fluorescence emitted by the surface of the stone table looked particularly beautiful.

However, before it was over, hundreds of phantom shadows fell from the void, followed by the scent of ink.

The rice paper and pen and ink slowly fell on the stone table, and for a while, the faint fragrance of ink wafted from the entire yù platform, and the spirit of jīng, who had been slightly injured, also vibrate.

Mo Che and the three of them took the lead towards the stone table in the center, and then sat on the stone chair in a circle, and above the void were the seven huge phantoms.

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, the figures of Mo Che and the three of them seemed to coincide with the seven phantoms, and they looked so tall

Standing up, his slightly flat gaze swept around, Mo Che said calmly: "The Martial God Continent respects martial arts, but it has few words such as martial arts, martial arts one move and one style, all have momentum, and the same is true for words, one stroke and one stroke, all have implications, the virtue of the article, integrate into jīng qi shen, practice martial arts to pursue the road of the strong, Xi Wen is clear and reasonable, you can be ready"

The plain voice revealed incomparable majesty, and the warriors who originally looked down on the literati were rarely seriously injured by the three old men who were about to enter the ground in front of them at this moment.

"Ready" Everyone drank coldly, and faintly carried the true qi, and its sound resounded like thunder.

"The Martial God Continent respects martial arts, and its warriors will inevitably experience blood, and martial arts will inevitably be inseparable from killing, and today, you will make a poem with the title of killing" Mo Che's eyes were slightly on the stage, and he said lightly.

As soon as the killing came out, a little slaughter appeared out of thin air in the audience, Confucianism preached benevolence and righteousness, but did not oppose killing, repaying virtue with virtue, and stopping killing with killing

Hearing this, the audience was in an uproar, even if he read reincarnation today, he didn't expect Mo Che to come up with such a question.

However, perhaps only this theme can meet the appetite of the people on the scene, if you want to make any poems in praise of virtue these days, it is better to just let it go.

The practice of martial arts pursues the road of the strong, Xi Wen is clear and reasonable, and the Xi Wen of the martial arts does not seek to be heard by the princes, but to be worthy of heaven and earth

After finishing speaking, Mo Che closed his eyes tightly, slowly sat on the stone chair, and his flat voice floated out again: "Time is a stick of incense, and the pen will stop when the incense is exhausted."

The incense candle with white gas fell from the sky, and finally floated weirdly in mid-air, and the smoke from it drifted with the wind, which looked so weird.

After everyone looked at each other for a few times, they all chose a stone table and left, Ye Chen also found a stone table at random, sat on the stone chair, took out the wine jug in his arms, and took a sip casually regardless of the public.

Light dance wine, its wine taste is sweet and astringent first, then bitter, the entrance of the wine, Ye Chen's mouth is filled with the aroma of wine, Ye Chen does not say much, and his eyes are also closed.

Compared with Ye Chen's calmness, Xiao Fatzi looked more nervous, holding a pen in his right hand, looking at the rice paper as white as snow with a blank face.

The reactions of the crowd were mixed, looking at each other, except for a few people, their faces changed slightly.

Most of them usually pay attention to martial arts, but they have never experienced the practice of writing, so it is difficult to make poetry for the sake of people who have no pen and ink in xing.

The most eye-catching in the audience is undoubtedly Ye Chen and Feng Yunxiao, everyone in the stands saw that their faces were calm and calm, and they were all in an uproar, looking at Fengyunxiao, their sword eyebrows were locked, sometimes they were happy, sometimes they were bitter, obviously thinking, after a long time, Fengyunxiao's right hand quietly put down, and looked at Mo Che with deep meaning, and then closed his eyes as well.

On the other hand, Situ Fang's face was full of confidence, looking like he was a successful person, his right hand holding the pen was dancing in the dragon and the phoenix, and his scribbled handwriting also appeared on the paper.

However, after a few breaths, Situ Fang had to crumple the paper into a ball and throw it aside, his sword eyebrows were tightly locked, and he saw that Ye Chen and Feng Yunxiao both had their eyes closed, so Situ Fang also closed his eyes and pondered.

The whole scene was silent only the roar of the cold wind, which blew everyone's robes and the white paper on the stone table, and the white paper rattled.

The brief silence undoubtedly brought inexplicable coercion to the participants, and the seven phantoms above their heads were still floating, and their inexplicable coercion was so coercive that the statue emerged.

Time passed slowly like flowing water, and in addition to the sound of the wind, the sound of their own heartbeat surrounded their ears, and at this moment, it seemed that some contestants began to spill their pen and ink, and their majestic and magnificent splendid articles also emerged, but before those people finished writing, a force generated out of thin air knocked down the figures of those people under the yù platform.

Several embarrassed figures all looked at the seven stone statues above the void in horror, and Mo Che's slightly angry voice also sounded: "The classics of the ancients have all withdrawn."

After finishing speaking, dozens of dull collision sounds sounded around them, and dozens of figures all fell from the yù platform in embarrassment, all looking at Mo Che with shocked faces.

Although these people have pen and ink in their hearts, they are not enough to make poetry, so these people moved the idea of poetry of the ancients, which can be slightly modified, and who knows that it will be discovered by Mo Che.

In this regard, everyone realized that the three Mo Che in front of them, who seemed to be ordinary old men, could not be easily provoked.

In an instant, the Seven Stone Statues once again erupted with a mighty righteousness, and everyone below was in a cold sweat, and there was no trace of tricks in their hearts.

In the cold wind, the white smoke from the incense candle drifted with the cold wind, and inadvertently, the incense candle seemed to burn nearly half, and at this moment, a few people had to finish it, and they were all relieved.

When the pen is stopped, the rice paper automatically floats out from the stone table, suspended in mid-air, and its handwriting also appears in front of everyone's eyes.

Seeing this, everyone burst into laughter, these handwriting is all sloppy, even if the writing of an ordinary scholar is more beautiful than this.

What makes people laugh is that these verses are either untidy or vain, and there is not even a basic rhyme.

The three of Mo Che didn't even open their eyes, they shook their heads slightly, and several pieces of rice paper fell to the ground one after another, and these contestants all left the venue with gloomy faces.

In this regard, the contestants who had already finished it couldn't help but revise it again, but their fate was still the same, batch after batch, and the figure on the entire stage was getting fewer and fewer.

The green shirt was hunting, and the burned incense candles were scattered all over the ground, and inadvertently, its incense candles seemed to have burned to three-quarters.

At this moment, Xiao Ziyun seemed to have stopped writing, looking at the incense candle above the void with a helpless face, and then turned his head to look at Ye Chen, who was still with his eyes closed.

With a slight sigh, Xiao Ziyun did not hesitate to spill the pen and ink, and after a few breaths, Xiao Ziyun seemed to abandon the pen, and his face floated down with a faint smile, and his figure also looked chic.

Its rice paper also floated up, and to everyone's consternation, it was only an unfinished poem: "If I am Emperor Wu in his year, I will open it with Taohuā"

In this regard, everyone couldn't help but look at the figure that fell to the stage, this poem is related to today's theme?

However, it was rare for Ye Chen to open his eyes and look at the handwriting that was not scribbled, and immediately glanced at the figure of Xiao Fatzi, and the corners of his mouth pulled a trace of an inexplicable smile.

The rice paper fell to the ground, Ye Chen's eyes were closed again, and Xiao Fatzi turned a blind eye to the surprised gazes cast around him, and his eyes were also closed