My soul can rest on the way of heaven

Fang Yun gritted his teeth, are all those time travelers so unscrupulous?

He actually recited everything, how can there be any fairness?

Is it worthy of a scholar who studies hard in a cold window?

Moreover, each one was better than the other, taking away all the good poems and not even leaving me any soup.

Fang Yun felt that he couldn't bear it anymore and there was no need to bear it anymore.

After the third question, Ming Xinzi asked a question, and the question was"Snow".

Fang Yun immediately rushed out and shouted:"I have a poem, please appreciate it!" He immediately chanted:

The north wind blows the white grass on the ground, and the snow is flying in August.

Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, thousands of pear trees bloom

……

A song"Baixue Ge Sends Judge Wu Back to the Capital" came out.

Not surprisingly, this poem shocked the saints.

The three sub-sages were very surprised and praised, and all the scholars finally regained their confidence that they could still fight.

But all the time travelers looked over with sharp eyes, and it turned out that there was another competitor.

He actually stayed among the scholars, he was really well hidden.

Facing the searching eyes of many fellow travelers, Fang Yun held his head high.

Who among you is not copying?

Copying quickly and accurately is the last word!

It turns out that I still feel a little guilty about copying poems, but compared to you, I am already thin-skinned.

There were strong sparks in the eyes of all the time travellers. This was a battle of copying to see who could copy quickly, accurately and well.

So the competition that followed became fierce, and it can be described as a race against time.

Often within a second of a question being asked, someone would raise their hand to compose a poem.

Within a minute of coming out, all three poems were finished.

Whoever is faster will get the highest level poem and get the highest score.

He raised his hand so slowly that he was filled with regret, just a second or two away.

Lin Beifan was very happy to see it and couldn't help raising his hands several times to compete with everyone in reciting poems.

In this way, one after another shocking saint-level poems appeared, making the sky shine extraordinarily brightly. Ten shocking psalms complement each other and are so eye-catching that the sages are overwhelmed.

The scholars on the ground looked numb. Shocking psalms that had not been seen for several years actually came out one after another today. Has it become so easy to do things?

And many of them are made by cultivators, and they are shocking to the saints as soon as they are executed.

Scholars, I feel so ashamed. I have read books of sages for so many years in vain, but I am still not as good as a martial artist.

The three sub-sages looked at the sky speechlessly, feeling that everything was in a dream.

But it also feels like a slap in the face. Actually, many of the poems in the sky were written by cultivators. Only Fang Yun stands out. His poems stay alone, surrounded and suppressed by cultivators.

But other people’s poems are not even qualified to be listed.

"Ahem, the rankings for this year's literary fair are Chu Yunfei, Shen Dong, Huo Yang, Han Xiaomeng, Wang Haotian, Wu Xie, Fang Yun, Lin Beifan, An Kexin, Ye Qingguo, Ye Fan, Xiao Han, Chen Beixuan……"

The more Yuzi thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out. 9 of the top 10 were practitioners. Only Fang Yun could hold on, but unfortunately they were all ranked behind the top 5. What's even more sad is that among the selected places, cultivators actually account for 12 people, and they are all ranked high.

This situation is so shameful

"Today's literary meeting ends here. All talented and gifted students are invited to come over tomorrow morning and explore the world of literature."

After saying that, the three Yashengs ran away and were too embarrassed to see anyone.

The other scholars also dispersed immediately, and they were even more shameless.

"Sister Kexin, I didn’t expect your poems to be so good! After the holy master asked the question, you figured it out without thinking, and you were shocked when you opened your mouth. Your talent is on par with all the saints, I admire you with a light eyebrow!"Xue Qingmei said with great admiration

"Have it? Haha...I'm not that great!"An Kexin smiled a little weakly, but couldn't help but be proud.

She never thought that out of the 10 questions this time, 8 of them were successful, so she could stand out quickly.

She stroked her hand gently until she was drunk and unconscious. The panda, this time is really a panda blessing. I will definitely buy a gift to reward her when I go back.

"There is also Teacher Lin, who is worthy of being a teacher. His words are ready to speak, and his poems that shock the saints are spoken without hesitation. It is like Confucius was alive. The little girl has always been conceited and talented, but in the end she found out that she was just a frog in the well. I still have a lot to learn.……"Xue Qingmei's face turned gloomy.

Lin Beifan was overwhelmed with praise and said with relief:"Xue Qingmei, you are already very good. Don't compare with that group of people. They are all a bunch of scoundrels. You will know later.""

"This time I failed to help the two teachers, and our agreement was broken."Xue Qingmei said bitterly.

After losing this opportunity, I don't know when I can go to another world?

When can I realize my ambition?

Lin Beifan once again comforted:"Although you didn't help us, I know you have tried hard. No, I will still take you to the world of spiritual energy recovery. You can go back and prepare, and then leave after passing through the mountains of books and the sea of ​​literature."

After another village, Xue Qingmei was full of surprises.

Looking at Lin Beifan's warm eyes, Xue Qingmei suddenly felt so charming, and her heart was pounding.

Could it be that Teacher Lin has always been interested in me... so she used this method to get close to me? ?

So thoughtful!

This is the first time she has encountered such a Mary Sue plot!

Xue Qingmei's face turned red, and she said in a panic:"Two teachers, please leave beforehand, see you tomorrow!""

Then he ran away like a frightened little rabbit.

Lin Beifan was a little confused:"Why did you run away so suddenly? An

Kexin pinched Lin Beifan's waist hard and said bitterly:"You still have the nerve to say it?" Look, you provoked another girl!"

"What's wrong with me?"Lin Beifan was still confused.

As soon as the literary meeting ended, Lin Beifan immediately found Yu Xuzi who wanted to escape.

"Brother Yu Xuzi, is it time to fulfill your promise now?"

Yu Xuzi pretended to be dumbfounded:"What promise?"

"We made a bet before. If the number of cultivators selected exceeds the number of scholars, you will write a poem to praise me, and the quality must reach the world-wide level. If it were the other way around, I owe you a small favor. Finally, I won. Lin

Beifan held his head high and said triumphantly:"I'm ready. Write a poem to praise me!""

Yu Xuzi:"……"