Reverend Insanity

"Two Gu Masters, please come in, please come in!" The waiter nodded and bowed, welcoming Hua Song and An Chong into the store.

"This is a famous teahouse in the capital. It's very lively. I've been here many times." Hua Song secretly introduced it to An Chong.

Two Gu Immortals disguised themselves as Gu Masters and came to Kyoto in the Chinese Cave Heaven.

An Chong would rather lean on the clouds and overlook the capital. But since Hua Song had such fun, he had no choice but to be hospitable and do as he pleased.

"I want a private seat upstairs on the fifth floor." Hua Song seemed familiar with the situation.

The two came to the fifth floor, entered the room, opened the window and saw a huge crowd of people on the street. The first meeting venue was at the other end of the street, and the bronze door was almost packed with people.

"These are the contemporary talents of our Huawen Cave Heaven, and they are also the future hope of our Hua Wen Cave Heaven. Your Majesty, please take a look." Hua Song sighed and handed An Chong a level 5 reconnaissance Gu insect, which can be used to observe the target's talent.

An Chong looked at it carefully and used it in person. His vision immediately changed. He saw talent on the heads of countless talented people. These talents are colorful, with different levels and shapes, which really opened his eyes.

"Since there are such Gu insects and investigative abilities, why do we need to conduct such a selection?" An Chong asked.

Hua Song chuckled: "Your Majesty, you don't know something. Talent is like cultivation. Even if you have many, it's useless if you can't display them on the spot. Besides, this selection is all about writing poems on the spot, and they can't be fake. It also tests the talents of scholars and talents. Literacy, many talented scholars may not have the inspiration to write poetry of the highest level.”

An Chong nodded: "I see that the large formations arranged here are not only connected to each other, but also seem to be able to stimulate the scholars' talents?"

Hua Song nodded: ""Yes, your venerable eyesight! In this immortal formation, scholars can often perform exceptionally well, which further reflects their talents and qualifications.

While talking, there was a knock on the door.

After getting Hua Song's permission, the waiter brought basins of fine wine and delicacies.

"Eight-treasure wild duck, golden sparrow, and panda crab meat are all our restaurant's signature dishes. Please enjoy them, two guests," the waiter said.

Hua Song casually rewarded him with a yuan stone and dismissed the waiter.

Hua Song introduced to An Chong: "Your Majesty, although the tea here is ordinary tea, it was created by Mr. Huayu when he was young. At that time, he was a fourth-level Gu Master and won the first prize. Therefore, this tea is also known as He named it Zhuangyuan Tea."

"Oh?" An Chong suddenly became interested. This was the work of the eighth-level Gu Immortal when he was young.

"Then I have to taste it." An Chong took a sip, closed his eyes, and tasted it carefully. In a daze, a slight excitement rose in his heart, as if he had smiled bitterly for ten years, and finally achieved success and fame, and was proud of his life. As of today!

"Good tea, good tea." An Chong praised sincerely, "Although this tea is ordinary tea, it actually has a trace of humane charm!"

In the fateful battle, Zhongzhou Tianting continuously performed several humane killing moves, which were extremely powerful and shocked the world. It can be said that no one knows the power of humanity and no one knows it.

Just as the two immortals were drinking tea, the bronze door of the first venue slowly opened.

The crowd of people crowded in front of the door suddenly made a roar.

"It's open, it's open!"

"Don't squeeze."

"Let me in quickly."

There was a huge crowd, pouring into the door.

Li Xiaobai is also among the crowd, but at the back end.

As he followed the flow of people forward, he pondered the rules of this selection.

"There are a total of eighteen venues in the World Poetry Association. Each venue has a question, and everyone answers the question at the same time. Regardless of the number of people, it ultimately depends on the quality of the work. Only half of the people can advance."

"After advancing to the next venue, you still get half. Only when you advance all the way up and get through the entire eighteenth venue can you meet the selection requirements."

"If you fail midway, you will have to return to the previous venue. If you fail continuously and you will withdraw from the first venue directly, it will be considered a complete failure."

"However, the World Poetry Festival is held for seven days. Everyone has three chances of complete failure.

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"This is enough for Huawen Dongtian to select high-quality Gu Immortal seeds. Occasionally, if you make a mistake and make a mistake, there is still a chance to start over. But if any talented person performs abnormally for seven consecutive days, it shows that his quality is high. If it is not enough, it is not worthy of being cultivated in Dongtian to become a Gu Immortal."

Li Xiaobai recovered his thoughts and arrived at the first venue.

The venue was empty and crowded with scholars.

The scholars were both male and female, old and young, and there were so many of them that at a glance, there were not only tens of thousands but also thousands.

This is only the first day.

Li Xiaobai waited for another incense stick in the venue before all the scholars and talents were received in the first venue.

There was a sea of ​​people and a lot of noise.

Fortunately, the first venue is the Immortal Formation space, which can be expanded at any time as desired, and it is within the capability to accommodate more scholars.

Boom, boom, boom!

There was a sound of drums, and the same voice came to the ears of the scholars: "The first topic of the World Poetry Conference-Spring, the time limit is half a cup of tea."

After saying this, the voice disappeared.

"The first question is spring?"

Many scholars frowned, and many scholars frowned.

Li Xiaobai secretly pondered: "There are really too many Wing Chun poems. This topic seems easy at first glance. After all, scholars have more or less composed poems on related themes. Although the World Poetry Association requires that new poems be written on the spot, as long as the The original work has been slightly revised, and sometimes it can barely be regarded as a new poem."

"However, in fact, this question is still difficult." Li Xiaobai looked calm.

He knew that when writing poetry this time, he mainly had to compare it with the people around him. Only if he is stronger than half of the scholars can he successfully advance.

There are many scholars who realize this.

Many people began to think hard. Some people sat cross-legged on the ground, some put their hands on their backs and walked around, and some lowered their heads and murmured softly.

What Li Xiaobai was thinking was: "Which song should I copy?"

There are many Wing Chun poems in his memory, including many classics handed down from generation to generation.

But it’s not good to bring out a classic that has been handed down for the first time. This makes it difficult for Li Xiaobai to perform in the future. His talent is not at the top level. If he comes up with famous works every time, he will definitely arouse suspicion.

If he is lucky, Li Xiaobai may be a little more radical. But now that his luck is clearly in a downturn, Li Xiaobai prioritizes stability.

While Li Xiaobai was thinking, many scholars had already created new poems.

Then all kinds of halos shine, the halos are colorful, strong or weak. Whenever the halo dissipates from the scholar's body, the scholar will gain something.

Some people got Gu worms, some people directly improved their cultivation, some people recovered their true energy, and some people dissipated their fatigue.

This is Ji Wencai's ultimate move.

The founder of Huawen Cave Sky, the original owner, arranged this killing move before his death. It was precisely with Ji Wencai's killer move that more and more scholars were encouraged to study hard, and eventually the current situation of the flourishing literary style of Huawen Dongtian was formed.

Li Xiaobai finally finalized his poem.

He coughed slightly and began to recite.

"Moonlit night."

"The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the North Dipper is tilted to the south."

"Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen."

As soon as Li Xiaobai finished reciting, he heard a soft rumble in his ears, and a rich green light rose up all over his body.

Teng Teng Teng.

The scholars around Li Xiaobai all felt an invisible pressure. The green light forced them to disperse in all directions, leaving a large blank space, leaving only Li Xiaobai standing in the center.

"Okay, what a strong light!"

"The famous article has appeared!"

"I didn't expect that a famous article would come out so soon. I wonder who wrote it?"

Many scholars were interrupted from their thoughts and stared at Li Xiaobai with envy and probing eyes.

Li Xiaobai looked calm on the surface, but in fact he was a little tangled in his heart: "Oh, I copied it a little too much, and the effect was a little too good, and it attracted a lot of attention."

He glanced around, hoping that some people would stand up and not let him dominate so much.

Green light continued to penetrate into his aperture, causing his cultivation level to rise upwards.

"Oh! A famous article has been published. Let me read it." In the teahouse, Watson felt something.

After reading Li Xiaobai's works, Hua Song nodded with satisfaction: "Wonderful, wonderful! This Li Xiaobai is young, but he is an experienced poet."

"Usually Wing Chun poems are mostly about green willows and pink flowers. But this poem goes in the opposite direction. It writes about night to cover up the spring. It's a clever idea."

"The last sentence of the whole poem must have been excavated by Li Xiaobai from his own profound life. It reveals a fresh, joyful and vibrant artistic conception."

“Looking at poetry is like looking at people, this Li Xiaobai is in a great state of mind!”

Hua Song clicked his tongue in admiration, as if he was tasting the most delicious food in the world. He looked at An Chong, smiled and said, "I wonder what your envoy has to say about this poem?"

An Chongdun felt overwhelmed and cursed: "If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have known that this poem had so many benefits. Oh, now you want me to comment on it, what should I do?"

ps: Second update at 9 o'clock.