My soul can rest on the way of heaven

"You are talking nonsense, I am not!"The little cute baby's face was pinched so that it was deformed, and she said vaguely.

"No? So how do you interpret this poem? Lin Beifan sneered.

The little cute baby was confused. After thinking about it, he found that there was no other better reason, so he could only accept this fact. But the thought of having to bear the label of forgiveness in the future made him feel very miserable.

Lin Beifan asked again:"Have you finished the"Three-Year and Five-Year Imperial Examination Simulation"?

The little cute baby stepped back in fright:"How do you know?""

"Of course I know, because I've been following you. Lin Beifan showed the majesty of a teacher:"Hurry up and do your homework, or I will bring my little girl here to study and you will always be second in the exam!""

"No, I'll do it right away!"The little cute baby was startled and took out the"Three-Year and Five-Year Imperial Examination Simulation" on the spot.

She felt very sad and felt that nothing good had ever happened since she met Lin Beifan.

"Who else is coming up?" Yuzi asked.

At this time, a strong man stood up and said boldly:"I have a poem here, please appreciate it!"

"please!"Yu Zi made a gesture of invitation.

The strong man stood in the center of the hall, with a powerful momentum and a loud voice:

He was born as a hero, and died as a ghost hero.

I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River.

……

The poem has the potential to shock a semi-saint, and it is also a poem that shocks the realm of a saint.

Fang Yun was confused again. Why did another time traveler appear? Is this how the population of the other world came from?

All the time-travelers are also confused, and their eyes are very strange. Could it be that he is also a time-traveler?

It doesn’t look like it should be!

And the poem he read...

Yuzi praised:"This poem is very crazy. It has a hero and a ghost. It expresses the heroic spirit of Xiang Yu, an unparalleled genius. Although I don't know who Xiang Yu is, he is indeed a hero." It is a hero and a hero!"

Ming Xinzi said:"It is indeed very rare! Such a madman is still an unparalleled genius even if he is born now! If you have the opportunity and really want to get acquainted with this unparalleled hero, let's have a drink!"

Yan Sheng Gong said:"I don't know who Xiang Yu is. Can this gentleman tell us his romantic story in detail?"

"No, it’s just me that makes you laugh!"Xiang Yu arched his hands and said with joy.

The three sub-sages:"……"

The faces of the three sub-sages twitched.

All the readers’ faces were twitching.

He unexpectedly met a shameless guy who wrote a poem to praise himself, which even alarmed a semi-saint.

This feeling really sucks.

The three saints all looked at Lin Beifan, who had an indifferent expression. All the scholars looked at Lin Beifan at the same time. Are all the people from the spiritual energy recovery world so thick-skinned?

Fang Yun became even more confused.

Xiang Yu came to read Li Qingzhao's"Summer Quatrains". What kind of divine development is this?

Ming Xinzi shook his head:"No, the feeling of this poem should be that later generations remember what their ancestors did, and it is other people's remembrance of Xiang Yu. And you are Xiang Yu yourself. How could you be remembrance of yourself? This is really your work.""Is it?"

Yuzi asked loudly:"Moreover, life and death are very taboo in writing poetry. Generally, only when you are on your deathbed or already dead can you face life and death. According to the meaning in the poem, Xiang Yu must have been dead before he could It makes people remember. And you are definitely not Xiang Yu. How do you explain it?"

Yan Shenggong spurned:"You stole other people's poems, which is shameful!"

Xiang Yu was embarrassed and touched his nose very embarrassed.

I finally pretended to be a cultural person, but was exposed in person.

Xiang Yu immediately explained:"I am indeed Xiang Yu, but he was resurrected after death. All the practitioners present can testify to this. Regarding the poem, it is indeed not written by me. It was written by a descendant to me. Yes, I think it’s very wonderfully written, and it’s very consistent with my intention, so I put it out for everyone to enjoy."

"I don’t know who this descendant is……"

Xiang Yu pulled out Chu Yunfei, a great writer who had been watching the show, and said,"That's him."

Everyone looked over and Chu Yunfei was confused.

Xiang Yu patted Chu Yunfei's shoulder hard and said:"It is this young talent named Chu Yunfei. Although he is not strong enough, he is outstanding in writing and talented. He is definitely better than those of you before the saints. No. This poem was what he once read to me, so I agreed to write his autobiography."

Xiang Yu encouraged loudly:"Boy Chu, the time has come for you to become famous, go ahead!"

Chu Yunfei wanted to die.

Chu Yunfei wanted to escape.

Chu Yunfei had to smile bitterly, he was putting me on the fire rack to roast!

Time travel is one of his big secrets. Now so many time travelers are looking at him sharply, and the two big brothers Ye Fan and Xiao Han are looking at him playfully, making him feel on pins and needles.

How will you explain it later?

"Brother Yunfei is indeed talented, and he has also composed many beautiful poems, which can definitely reach the level of shocking saints. It's just that he was buried in the era of cultivators, and the pearl was cast in secret. Now it's his time to shine."Lin Beifan smiled and gave Chu Yunfei a look of affirmation, asking him to behave well.

Chu Yunfei's eyes were burning and he really wanted to draw a knife and stab this cheater to death.

"This brother of mine is really good, very talented and knowledgeable. There are ravines in my heart, but they are usually hidden too deep, but this time I happened to see them."Ye Hei also took action.

"Brother Chu, please start your performance!"Xiao Han said with a smile.

"The three brothers said yes!"Chen Beixuan was not to be outdone.

The other geniuses, Ye Qingcheng, the game god Wang Haotian, Huoyang with a small breaking ball, and the little cute baby who was doing exercises also raised their heads, looking forward to the performance of this time traveler.

This They are forcing me to go to Liangshan, so I will die.

Chu Yunfei gritted his teeth:"I have another poem here, please appreciate it!"

Chu Yunfei stood still, and then recited a poem loudly:

In the cold autumn of Independence, I go north to the Xiangjiang River, at the head of Orange Island.

See the mountains all red, and the forests all dyed; the river is full of green, and hundreds of boats are vying to flow.

……

The song"Qin Yuan Chun" was read out eloquently.

When I read it to the end, my energy soared to the sky, and the holy light burst out, covering the whole world, alarming all the saints and heroes, and even the Holy Spirit came out to appreciate the poem.

The three sub-sages were shocked.

Scholars all over the world were once again shocked

"This is the sixth poem that shocked the saints, and it shocked all the saints!"

"It actually alarmed the Holy Spirit, something I haven’t seen in a hundred years!"

"So heroic, who did this? Is it Fang Shikuang again?"

"Fang Shikuang is probably not good either, he should be one of the three sub-sage masters!"

……