My soul can rest on the way of heaven

The time for burning incense passed quickly, and only a few people came up to write poems, but their level was not satisfactory. Maybe someone thought of it, but they were too embarrassed to show their shame in front of three shocking saint-level poems.

As a result, the game master Wang Haotian, Shen Dong with the ability to copy, and the reborn An Kexin ranked first and third overall, scoring three points, two points, and one point respectively.

Game master Wang Haotian is proud of himself.

There are a total of 10 questions, each question is awarded 6 points, and there are 20 selected places, with an average of 3 points for each person. With a three-point advantage, entering the top 20 is guaranteed.

Although Shen Dong is relatively proud of having the ability to copy, he is still a little anxious because he has only scored two points. He must answer one more question correctly to firmly enter the top 20.

The reborn An Kexin also thinks the same way.

But she didn't know whether the next few questions would be familiar. Moreover, she not only has to get a place for herself, but also helps her lover get a place, which puts even more pressure.

In the first game, it can be said that the practitioners won overall.

No one could have imagined that this would be the result. The cultivator who disliked reading the most actually defeated the scholar who had read poetry and books. It was like a slap on the scholar's face, which made the scholar camp feel a lot of pressure.

They decided to save their face next.

Yuzi stood up with a smile and said:"The three poems that shocked the realm of saints just now feasted our eyes. Next, I will propose the topic. We have gathered so many talented people and romantic figures here, so we will call them 'Tianjiao' As a title, I look forward to seeing you write more amazing poems and articles."

"I'll go first!"A little man jumped out.

Everyone looked over and saw that it was the cute little boy Han Xiaomeng.

He ran out quickly, saluted as if he was there, and said,"I have a poem. First, please taste it!"

"You are so young, but you can actually compose poetry?"The eyes of the three Yasages are about to bulge out.

"of course!"The little cute baby held her head high and was very confident.

Some people looked down on her and made fun of her.

"Kids, stop playing and go home and play in the mud!"

"This is not your place to have fun!"

"Come back when you have achieved fame!"

……

The little cute baby was unhappy and scolded loudly:"You are all peeping in the cup, looking down on others! You must know that the appearance of a person cannot be measured by the sea. You have read so many books by sages and you still don't understand such a simple truth. It's in vain." For scholars!"

Many scholars were scolded and their faces turned red.

The three sub-sages saw that Mengwa's words were well-founded and well-organized, and they immediately believed it.

Yuzi smiled kindly and said:"Child, read out your poem and let everyone enjoy it together.""

"OK, please listen to my chant!"The little cute baby brewed up her emotions, and then chanted loudly:

The world's turmoil is beyond my generation. Once I enter the world, the years are rushing, and the emperor's hegemony is chatting and laughing. It is a drunken life.

Holding the sword, riding astride and wielding the ghost rain, the bones are as white as mountain birds. Flying away in shock.

Things in the world are like tides and people are like water. I only sigh that a few people in the rivers and lakes have returned.

……

After the poem was recited, the holy light burst out, the talent soared into the sky, and the poem reflected the void, covering the whole world. Several sub-sage heroes appeared in the sky, admiring the masterpiece...

This situation is too familiar. It has been practiced three times just now. The scholars in the world are once again confused.

Not only the scholars in the world are confused, but the scholars and sages in Zhuangyuan Tower are also confused.

"A little child actually wrote a shocking poem!"

"And it also alarmed the Yasheng Heroic Spirit!"

"What the hell! Are all children today so evil?"

"Even more evil than Fang Shikuang!"

"I have been reading books for decades and still cannot write an article that will be spread all over the world. I am no better than a little child. I feel like I have been like a dog all my life and I am unworthy of the title of scholar!"

……

Thinking that they had just laughed at an astonishing talent, the students felt very ashamed.

Fang Yun was in a mess again, and so were all the time-travelers.

This kid is also a time traveler?

Traveling through time at such a young age really challenges their worldview!

The three sub-sages praised again.

Yu Zi floated her hands and laughed loudly:"This poem is wonderful! The opening chapter is grand and grand, expressing the lofty aspirations and heroic spirit of the young prodigy. The second sentence, after experiencing the world, laments that life is short. The third and fourth sentences are already When people reach middle age, they lament the gap between ideals and reality. The fifth and sixth sentences name the hardships on the road to rivers and lakes. The last two sentences finally reach old age and experience all kinds of life. No matter how many glorious and painful times they have been, they all smile and are full of joy. It is open-minded. The levels are very clear, step by step, and the whole life of Tianjiao is described! The Tianjiao is like this, and life is still like this!"

Ming Xinzi also smiled and said:"It is indeed a rare masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages. Dabai!"

Yanshenggong nodded:"Your talent is better than the sun, the moon and the stars!"

The little cute baby was proud and proud, but even though he didn't dare to say it, his heart was filled with joy.

It turns out that being a copywriter is so exciting!

Not only can you get skill points, but you can also act awesome!

Wait a minute, I’ll do it a few more times!

At this moment, Yan Shenggong questioned:"The writing is good, and the poetry is good poetry, but you are young and have never experienced youth, middle age and old age. How can you have such profound ideological insights?" The little cute baby was confused: This……"

When he wanted to show off just now, he didn't think so much at all. This poem came to his mind and he used it immediately. But now the flaw has been exposed. What should he do?

The little cute baby was very anxious and regretful in her heart. She was pretending to be big and overdoing it. How to explain it?

The travelers around you sneered secretly to see how you could tell your lies.

At this time, Lin Beifan stood up:"No need to ask, of course I have experienced it myself."

"How do you say this?"Everyone looked over, even the little cute baby looked over.

Lin Beifan explained:"Don't think he is young. In fact, he has been so young for so many years. His appearance has never changed, and his mind has remained that of a child. He may have been Forty or fifty years old, even seventy or eighty years old."

Everyone was thoughtful.

Lin Beifan ignored the little cute baby's objections, pinched his cute face and continued:"I suspect that the little cute baby was once the proud son of heaven, with the ambition to surpass my generation in the world. I don’t know what I have been through. My body has become smaller and I will never grow bigger. I have experienced all kinds of things in life and everything is just like the past. That’s why I feel so deeply."

Everyone suddenly realized

"I see"

"Turns out he is a dwarf, so pitiful"

"Sure enough, people cannot be judged by their appearance!"

"Maybe he was dumped by a woman because he didn't grow up. After all, people are too young to do that!"

"It turned out that he was a cuckold, what a pitiful genius!"

……

He never grew up and was dumped by a woman. Everyone looked at the little cute baby with sympathy.