Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Walking out of the hidden place, what appeared in front of Chen Luo was a small town built of stones. Various monsters entered and exited under the town gate, and occasionally some human races were mixed in.

According to Lao He's introduction, this is a specially made magic weapon, which is to entertain the people who come to participate in the Jingze Poetry Festival. Once the Jingze Poetry Festival ends, the town will be taken away.

When the town guard saw the location of Chen Luo's appearance, he knew that it was a big man who came through the teleportation channel in the palace, and he didn't know which high-ranking official's son he was. ?"

Chen Luo took out the proof of Chuangsi Pavilion from his arms: "Come and participate in the Jingze Poetry Club."

The guard wiped his hand on his clothes, took the certificate, checked it carefully, and nodded, "Please come with me."

Chen Luo nodded, raised his legs and followed the guard into the city, but just after entering the city gate, Chen Luo frowned slightly. Mastiff Lingling, who was beside Chen Luo, hurriedly said, "Master Hou, what's wrong?"

Chen Luo shook his head gently and said that it was all right.

In fact, Chen Luo couldn't tell what he was talking about. He just felt that he was being targeted by something after entering the town. He felt uncomfortable, but thinking about it carefully, maybe it was Si Zhuguo's surveillance array, so he didn't let it go too far. on the heart.

The guard led Chen Luo all the way to the center of the town, and soon came to a huge school grounds. Entering the school grounds, there is naturally the responsible little demon who is here with Si Zhuguo, who comes forward to answer and complete the formalities. Chen Luo looked around the school grounds. There were many monsters on the school grounds. In addition to the demonic aura, some of them could also see a faint sense of righteousness. Obviously, they were demons.

But above the school grounds, there are still many huge stone monuments, and people write and draw on the stone monuments from time to time.

At this time, there were also many monsters looking at Chen Luo, and a monster smiled contemptuously: "Scholar from the human race?"

Bai Ze is a natural beast, and naturally does not have the same demonic energy as ordinary monsters. At this time, Chen Luo has hidden the horn of Bai Ze on his forehead, so it is normal to be mistaken for a human race.

"What a handsome little man of the human race." A banshee with a choppy chest suddenly grabbed Chen Luo's arm, plunged Chen Luo's arm into his "huge siege", and whispered to Chen Luo's ear. Blowing the heat lightly, he said, "Do you want my sister to show you the way?"

Chen Luo pulled his arm out of the "Abyss of Sin" and smiled, "Thank you for your kindness."

The banshee wasn't angry either. With a swipe from her waist and abdomen, there was an extra petal in her hand, and she put it into Chen Luo's hand: "It's lonely at night, crush the petals, and my sister will come to you."

"Okay, don't make trouble." The school demon said, the banshee glanced at the school demon and said angrily, "Why are you jealous, you are not my girl's food."

After she finished speaking, she gave Chen Luo another wink and turned to leave.

The little demon on the school ground also blushed and said to Chen Luo, "Young master, don't be fooled, this is the Yang Hua demon, and he is trying to deceive the master to become a cauldron."

Chen Luo nodded and handed the petal to the little demon in the school field at will. The little demon in the school field was overjoyed and said quickly, "Young Master, there is still room for monument number 36. You can try it."

Chen Luo nodded. Before the teleportation, Lao He had told him that the Jing Zeshi meeting would be divided into two competitions. The first was the battle against the inscription.

According to legend, this is a method that came from the human race, using the soul as ink to write poetry on a special stone tablet. If the poetry is not literate enough, it will be swallowed by other poetry, and the author will lose this part of the power of the soul. Because it is too dangerous, the Terran has already canceled this method.

However, the demon clan were aggressive, but they kept this kind of competition.

According to Lao He, because there were too many people participating in the Jingze Poetry Festival, the top ten of each stele were selected for the second round. But this one isn't a title.

Of course, there is also a convenient condition here, that is, find some low-competitive steles to write poems, and the little monster in the school field will naturally reciprocate and tell Chen Luo the stele with the lowest competition.

However, Chen Luo came here for fame, so naturally he would not act in a low-key manner, so he asked with a smile, "Please tell me, little brother, which stone tablet has the highest literacy?"

The little demon in the school field was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he said, "Except for those who have already sealed the monument, the No. 16 stone monument is the strongest."

"Thank you." Chen Luo nodded and walked towards the No. 16 stone tablet.

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In front of the stele No. 16, many demon clans have gathered. There are ten poems on the stone stele, and behind the poem that ranks first, there is a faint shadow of a fox, which is obviously written by the fox clan.

"There is still one stick of incense before the monument will be sealed on the 16th." A little demon said, "The Qingqiu Hu Kingdom is indeed rich in culture, and the number one White Peach Peach has never come down in the first place. ."

Another monster snorted softly: "The Qingqiu Fox Country is the closest to the human race, and it is normal for the culture to flourish."

"No, no, no." Another monster said, "I heard that there are also voices against Qingqiu, thinking that learning Confucianism is not very beneficial to them. Whether they can get the leader and the frontier this time, it will be them. A major test for the Wenhua faction in China."

"Bai Qingqing has gone out in person, so it shouldn't be a problem."

Just when all the demons were talking, Chen Luo Shiran came over, passed through the group of demons, and picked up the characteristic brush beside the stone tablet.

Chen Luo's move made all the demons in an uproar. They looked at Chen Luo carefully, and suddenly they heard laughter: "Human?"

Among them, there is a race that has a good relationship with the human race, and said: "This scholar, the inscription on the 16th tablet is outstanding. It is not far from the time to seal the tablet, so let's change another tablet."

Chen Luo smiled and shook his head. He looked up and saw that ten poems had been selected on the stone tablet. After looking at them one by one, he nodded slightly: "Well, they are all well written."

"Bullshit! Except for Chen Luo, you humans have nothing to compare with my demon race. Any poem on this monument is a splendid work if you get it from the human race. If you have self-knowledge, you can change it. Tombstone."

Chen Luo thought for a while, then shook his head slightly: "Chen Luo, it's average!"

When all the demons heard this, they opened their eyes wide and looked at Chen Luo. At this moment, a burst of laughter sounded: "My dear fellow, you are so bold."

Everyone looked back and saw that it was a handsome young man in white, with a fox tail with a faint pink color behind him.

It was Bai Taotao who was number one on the stele.

Bai Taotao walked in front of Chen Luo and said, "Your Excellency dare to say that Chen Luo is ordinary, but he is really my son's confidant. This son has read all the poetry of the human race and thought that Chen Luo was just rhetoric. There were no heroes, so Shuzi became famous. ."

"One day, I will definitely go north to that Chen Luo to fight."

Chen Luo nodded earnestly: "Have ambition! I've seen that Chen Luo a long time ago too!"

"I have long heard that his reputation as a literati is still loved by the people, the saints rejoice, and he is also praised as the most handsome young man in the adult race, shameful!"

Bai Tao Tao and a paper fan: "Heroes see the same thing!"

Chen Luo raised his head: "Today, I will take this as the first step to let Chen Luo know that he is not really invincible in the way of poetry!"

"I would like to participate in the grand event together!" Bai Taotao's heart was suddenly surging. In the past, whenever he said that Chen Luo was not good, he would be taught by Sister Qingqing. Today, he finally found a like-minded person.

"I don't know what my dear brother is called?" Bai Taotao cupped her hands.

"Next, Bai Mo!" Chen Luo said loudly.

"It turned out to be Brother Bai Mo, and I asked Brother Bai Mo to write. You and I will join hands to enter Zeze first, and then break into the human race!"

"it is good!"

Chen Luo lifted the pen, and the power of the soul poured into the pen.

The surrounding demon clan looked at Chen Luo and Bai Taotao, and they were all speechless.

Although I don't like the human race, Chen Luo is really strong!

At this moment, Chen Luo opened his eyes. To be honest, Chen Luo had already thought of a poem, but just as he was about to write, he suddenly thought of the third senior brother, the fourth senior brother, the sixth senior sister, and the second. Senior Sister, as well as the Fifth Senior Brother and Seventh Senior Brother who have not met, and the teacher who has always cared for him.

Even if he wants to remain anonymous now, let people know that he is from the Bamboo Forest lineage.

Chen Luo turned the pen in his hand and wrote:

Section after section,

Thousands of branches save thousands of leaves.

I do not bloom by myself,

Free from bees and butterflies.

After Chen Luo finished writing, the stele was filled with green energy in an instant, attracting the attention of all the demons.

"Bamboo chanting? This is a poem about chanting bamboo!" A demon Confucian nodded, "Wenhua's qi is not enough, but there is a arrogant spirit in the poem, which has raised the level of arrogance and righteousness, making Wenhua Qi has also reached a new level!"

"Are you blind?" said another savage Confucian, "Where is the lack of Wenhua Qi? Section after section, section after section, section by section, the language is concise and concise, the growth of the green bamboo is vivid on the paper, especially the second sentence' Thousands of branches save ten thousand leaves', it is clearly written on one bamboo, but it is written with the momentum of thousands of troops!"

"That's right! The last two sentences are even more arrogant, quite the spirit of the human race's 'out of the mud but not stained'."

"In my opinion, it's more rare than that sentence."

At this time, in front of the No. 16 monument, all the demons were extremely quiet. I saw that the literary spirit in the poems written by Chen Luo condensed into a phantom of green bamboo, and the green bamboo began to grow up from the bottom of the stone tablet, and soon came to the tenth place. The famous poems were shattered, and the power of the soul that condensed the poems was instantly absorbed by Cuizhu.

Not far away, a demon clan vomited a mouthful of blood and looked over viciously. The poems were broken, the soul was absorbed, and he had lost the qualification to participate in the second game.

Bai Taotao laughed loudly: "Brother Bai, what a literary talent! Good literary talent! I, Bai Taotao, really..." But before she finished speaking, she stopped.

It turned out that the green bamboo did not stop, but continued to move up, and then shattered the ninth-ranked poem, and also absorbed the power of its soul!

And then the green bamboo still didn't stop, just as the poem said: verse after verse, it devoured the eighth, seventh...third, second...

Bai Taotao's face was pale: "Brother Bai, let the bamboo stop for a while. We... poof..."

Halfway through the conversation, a mouthful of blood spurted out~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The green bamboo on the stele directly shattered the poems of Bai Taotao, and then the entire No. bamboo!

Chen Luo looked apologetic and told Bai Taotao with his innocent expression: I really don't know.

It's all about the bamboo, it has nothing to do with me!

"This poem is too arrogant, and refuses to share a monument with other poems!" An elderly sheep demon ran out of the resting place, the sheep's eyes widened, "Single monument poem, this is a single monument poem! "

"The last poem on a monolithic monument..." Sheep Yao recalled, "It was still written when the King of Zhennan of the Human Race first went to the Southern Wilderness!"

"A few days to swim in the North Sea with the wind, and return to the Yangtze River. The heart of the minister is a magnetic needle, and he will not stop unless he guides him!"

"Who is it? Who wrote the poem on the monolithic monument! Is it Chen Luo from the human race?"

At this moment, a ray of light fell, covering the No. 16 stele and Chen Luo, and at the same time a voice sounded: "No. 16, seal the stele! Selected, Bai Mo!"

The voice fell, and Chen Luo instantly disappeared in place...

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