My soul can rest on the way of heaven

Looking at the sweet two people, Xue Qingmei felt a little envious.

She has two major wishes in her life, one is to realize her ambition, and the other is to find a husband to stay with her for the rest of her life.

But being born into a royal family, these two wishes are very luxurious.

Xue Qingmei took a deep breath and made up her mind and said:"Okay, I will help you."

Not long after, three holy lights appeared in the sky, and the three sub-sages of the Holy Academy, Yan Shenggong, Yuzi, and Mingxinzi, slowly descended from the sky.

"Meet the three wise teachers!"All the scholars stood up and bowed respectfully.

As the only three remaining minor saints in the Holy Academy, their status is extremely respected and they are regarded as sage teachers of literature and art by scholars all over the world.

"No need to be polite!"As the representative of the Holy Academy, Yan Shenggong said openly

"Thank you Yanshenggong!"The scholar paid his respects again.

Duke Yan Sheng looked at the camp of cultivators with a bright face, and said amiably:"Kong Sheng said: Isn't it great to have friends from far away? What an honor it is to meet so many friends from other worlds today! Please forgive me for the poor hospitality!"

Don't reach out to hit the smiling person, the practitioners waved their hands repeatedly

"I believe everyone has been waiting impatiently, our literary meeting has officially begun!"Yanshenggong looked at Yuzi.

Yuzi nodded, took a step forward, and said loudly:"We will issue 10 questions, please answer them within the specified time. The top three in each question are the top two and the third. The number one will get three points, the second two will get two points, and the third will get one point. After the 10 questions are completed, the top 20 will be qualified to enter the Shushan Wenhai."

When everyone heard this, their hearts tightened.

There were only 10 questions, and only the top three could score for each question. There were too many monks, and the competition must be very fierce.

Yan Shenggong asked:"Ming Xinzi, what else do you want to add? Ming

Xinzi smiled and said:"This is the first time that talented people from the two worlds have gathered together to make friends through literature. It will definitely become a good story in the future." In order to allow all talented people to fully display what they have learned, I believe that there should be no restrictions on the style of writing. Poems, songs, and articles are all acceptable. As long as the topic is relevant, everyone can speak freely and express themselves to their heart's content."

The two Yasheng nodded and agreed.

Everyone felt relieved. It would be best if there were no restrictions on culture and style. This way, they can achieve greater results.

"Let me answer the first question first. Ming Xinzi thought for a while and said:"Since we are at the foot of the Holy Mountain now, we will use 'Holy Mountain' as the title. Time is a stick of incense." If any talented person has a poem in his heart and can express it, we are all ears to listen."

As soon as the question came out, everyone immediately frowned and fell into deep thought.

Yu Xuzi next to him lit a stick of incense and started timing.

"Brother Fang, haven’t you always been so talented that you can write a poem in just seven steps? Now that the geniuses from both worlds are gathering together, and there are three sub-sage masters here, why don't you stand up first and take the lead?"Ouyang Yu said with a strange voice.

"Yes, Brother Fang, you are too low-key, and your reputation as a poetry fanatic is somewhat undeserved!"Murong Qingfeng said with a smile but not a smile.

"I have my own plans in mind, so I won’t bother you two, so you should take care of yourselves first. Otherwise, you won't be able to get even the last spot and your family will lose face!"Fang Yun sneered.

One of them came from a poor family, and the two came from aristocratic families. They were born in different classes. Due to the conflict of interests, they disliked each other and had some grudges. So when they met, they couldn't help but tit for tat and ridicule each other.

In the past, because of their young age He was so energetic that he wrote poems at every turn, earning the reputation of"Poetry Maniac", which brought shame to his family.

But now he has become calmer and is not in a hurry to show off.

Because he believes that he will never lose. There is a treasure trove of literature from another time and space. Just poems about mountains, he has dozens of them in his mind, at least at the level of a country.

For example, when talking about the Holy Mountain, he first thought of a poem by the poet Du Fu, whose name It was called"Wang Yue", and it vividly described the majesty of Mount Tai. As long as it was changed to the holy mountain, it was very suitable. Once it was thrown out, it was guaranteed to suppress the whole audience.

So he was not panic at all, but expected them to perform well, and then Crush them with a domineering attitude.

As for the cultivator camp, he has never regarded it as an opponent.

At this moment, someone raised his hand

"I have already made a poem, can you answer it first?"

The three sub-sages did not expect that the first person to raise his hand to answer the question was actually a cultivator.

Ming Xinzi said kindly:"Of course you can, please!"

The game master Wang Haotian suppressed the excitement in his heart and stood up and said:"Then I will read it, please taste it."

Next, Wang Haotian recited loudly:

How about the Holy Mountain Master? It stretches to the end of the green. The clock of creation is beautiful, the yin and yang separate the dusk.

The breasts are full of clouds, and the canthus is the returning bird.

When you reach the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small hills.

……

After reciting the poem, the holy mountain lit up, and a huge holy light descended and entered the body of the great game god Wang Haotian. Wang Haotian felt that his whole body was relaxed and ethereal, and the seeds of talent in his body sprouted and grew rapidly.

At the same time, the poems turned into words and were reflected in the void, illuminating the entire literary continent.

There are also a few more Ya Sheng heroes in the sky, who seem to be appreciating the poems.

All the readers exclaimed

"This is a poem that shocks the realm of saints, and it also shocked the sub-sages!"

"The poem is so beautiful, especially the last line, which is so majestic and speaks of the majesty of the holy mountain!"

"I'm afraid it's a poem written by a certain sage!"

"Even ordinary sages can't do it... I feel like it might be Fang Yun!"

"Needless to say, it must have been written by Fang Yun, a poetry madman. Only his poems can impress the sages!"

"He is indeed the most talented scholar in thousands of years!"

……

In the Zhuangyuan Building, Fang Yun, who was suspected to be the author, looked at the poem in the sky, which was messy in the wind.

Isn't this poem Du Fu's"Looking at the Mountains" that he was going to use to suppress the crowd?

Although some words have been changed in the first sentence, the rest are exactly the same.

Why was it used by someone else first?

Fang Yun was a little confused. Could it be that he was also a time traveler? from the same world as him

There were also the great writer Chu Yunfei, the owner of the transvestite system Ye Qingcheng, Huo Yang with the little breaking ball, the cute little boy Han Xiaomeng, Xiao Han, Ye Fan and others, all looking at Wang Haotian.

His eyes narrowed. Could it be that he was also a time traveler, coming from their world?

At this time, Wang Haotian, who was suspected of being a time traveler, was receiving praise from the three sub-sages.

"What a poem! Good poetry is like fine wine, the more you taste it, the better it gets, and the more you taste it, the more flavorful it becomes! A few short lines of poetry describe the majesty and magic of the holy mountain!"Yu Zi floated her palms and laughed.

"Especially the last sentence, 'I will be at the top of the mountain and see all the mountains and small mountains', which really made me feel excited and overjoyed! The Holy Mountain is definitely the top of the mountains, and it is well deserved!"Ming Xinzi said very happily

"Shocking Psalm, well deserved!"Yan Shenggong nodded and looked at Wang Haotian with a more kind look:"I never expected that there would be such a great talent among the practitioners! If you are willing, you can study in the Holy Monastery for a period of time"

"No matter where I am, my knowledge is shallow and I still need to learn!"Game master Wang Haotian said modestly, but he was actually feeling very happy.

This kind of literary talent turns out to be even more enjoyable than playing games!