Cultivator In Martial God World

The test paper is scored on the spot. Fu Yuewen and several other elders are all literary people in the world. The quality of the article can be seen at a glance, and the corresponding score can be scored in an instant.

Everyone has been invited to the outside of the hall to take a break and wait for the result.

"Brother, I didn't think of you and I met again." Wang Zhuo came to Yang Xuan, his eyes full of curiosity.

"hahaha, it's easy to talk!" Yang Xuan also has a cup one fist in the other hand.

"I don't know what brother is called yet?" Wang Zhuo continued.

"My name is Ren Woxing, how about it? Domineering." Yang Xuan deliberately made a proud look.

Everyone is frowned. Yang Xuan's appearance is really boring. I can't figure out how he entered the re-election.

At this moment, a word emerged in everyone's mind: Black Box Operation.

Even a sneer has appeared on some people's faces.

Princess recruiting relatives is so important, there are people who dare to operate in the dark, really act recklessly.

Jin Chengfeng also browses tightly knit and looks at Yang Xuan and guesses his identity.

A trace of imperceptible contempt appeared on Wang Zhuo's dark face. He arched his hand to Yang Xuan without saying anything.

Everyone talked to each other, but they all deliberately avoided Yang Xuan and isolated him.

Yang Xuan doesn't care either, his face still looks like you don't understand me, which makes people frustrated.

After a while, everyone was invited into the hall again.

Fu Yuewen still had that expressionless look, but his gaze fell on Yang Xuan, with a hint of shock in his eyes.

The elders behind him also swept their gazes over Yang Xuan intentionally or unintentionally, all of which contained a look of shock.

Fu Yuewen cleared his throat after seeing everyone had entered, "After the first round essay test, the three names are Mi Zhiyuan, Jiang Haowen, and Yu Huamao."

The faces of the three people who had the name were flushed, and they had limited ink in their belly. It was not surprising to this result, but they were named the last three in public, and they were more or less ashamed.

Fu Yuewen continued: "The third in the top three is Jin Chengfeng."

After speaking, his gaze looked towards Jin Chengfeng with encouragement, as if he knew Jin. Chengfeng.

Everyone's eyes fell on Jin Chengfeng, and some people even showed envy in their eyes.

Get a good result on the first round, which will have a lot of influence on your subsequent performance.

Yang Xuan scanned Jin Chengfeng slightly, but saw Jin Chengfeng smile, without joy or sadness, and could not see what he was thinking.

"The top three are second, Yan Yizhu."

Yan Yizhuan was the first to speak out. There was no triumph on his face at this time, even his brows Already wrinkled.

He has a high self-esteem, coupled with his family background, is extremely conceited about his literary talent, first round compared to the literary talent, he has long been determined to win the first round in his heart, and will not allow others to interfere.

But absolutely didn't expect, and the results were announced. He was not first, but second. There was still one person on the top, which made him really unbelievable. Could it be better than him? A better literary talent?

He is waiting for Fu Yuewen to announce the number one person. He wants to see who are you.

Fu Yuewen didn't make him wait for a long time. He turned his gaze on Yang Xuan. After watching him for a long time, he slowly said: "The top three, Ren Woxing!"

"What?" It was not Yan Yixiu who reacted first, but Wang Zhuo.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Yang Xuan next to him, with a look of extreme astonishment on his face.

The others were also taken aback, and then they all cast their gazes on Yang Xuan, the look in their eyes was the same as that of Wang Zhuo, they were all stunned.

In the yard just now, they all heard Yang Xuan introduce himself, knowing that this person is Ren Woxing, but in their hearts they can’t believe that such a vulgar person with a mouthful of Lao Tzu is the first ?

Yan Yixiu is also looking at Yang Xuan, and there is a deep unbelief in his eyes. If another person is above him, he can barely accept it, but now above him, it turns out to be this vulgarity The man, how can he accept it calmly?

Fu Yuewen announced the results of others, among which Wang Zhuo's results are also very high.

"If you have no other questions, start the second round immediately." Fu Yuewen looked at Yang Xuan again and said loudly.

"Slow!" Yan Yixiu was the first to speak, and he handed over to Fu Yuewen: "Fu Lao, I want to hear, what is this brother Ren's masterpiece? Top pick, above me?"

His question is also the question of everyone, and even some people are beginning to wonder whether there is any black-box operation in it?

Fu Yuewen looked at Yan Yixiu, his face appeared unhappy.

Yan Yixiu said this, showing that he did not believe his vision, which was already offensive to him.

However, as soon as he saw Yang Xuan still looking like a fool, he was relieved. Yang Xuan's appearance was so crude, no wonder everyone didn't believe it.

After groaning slightly, he nodded and said: "Yes, I will read Ren Woxing Young Master's masterpiece again. Whether I can win the first prize, everyone can judge."

Next, he Take out Yang Xuan's paper and read it aloud.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the wine about the blue sky. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is this eve. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Bejeweled Jade Tower, lonely at the top. Dance to find out the shadow, what is it like In the world? Turning to Zhu Pavilion, low-growth households, without sleep. There should be no hate, what is the long time to turn to the other time? People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny. Chanjuan."

After reading a poem with only more than a hundred words, there was silence in the hall, and the needle could be heard.

Yang Xuan keenly noticed that from behind the screen, a strange wave was vaguely transmitted.

The expression on Wang Zhuo's face is very wonderful. He stared at Yang Xuan in a daze, and his eyes were thick and unbelievable.

Although his literary talent is inferior to Yan Yixiu, a scholar of family background, he has certain accomplishments. In his eyes, Yang Xuan has always been an extremely vulgar man. Opened mouth and closed mouth are Lao Tzu's long and Lao Tzu's short. Wang Zhuo was the first to not believe him if he had any literary talents.

But what about now? Such a poem that was destined to spread through the ages was actually written by him. This kind of extreme contrast made him wonder how to react.

Jin Chengfeng was also a little stupefied, and he kept muttering: "I hope that people will be long, and there will be a wonderful time..."

At this moment, he I was impressed by Yang Xuan's literary talent.

Among the crowd, there are many people with outstanding literary talents. At this time, they all tasted repeatedly. The more they read, the more they feel that this is the artistic conception contained in the poems. It's not what ordinary people can imagine, it's really a masterpiece of the ages.

For a time, Yang Xuan became the focus of everyone.

Yan Yixiu was stunned. He opened his mouth wide, but his gaze was not looking towards Yang Xuan, but staring blankly at the paper that Fu Yuewen had in his hand, which may not have dried up.

Among the crowd, his literary talent is the highest, and his poetry is in his ears, he can hear good or bad, but when Yang Xuan’s poem entered his ears, he was stunned. Can't judge.

The more you know, the more you know and don’t know more. This is how he is now.

He deliberately tried to belittle this poem, but he opened his mouth, but said nothing.

He didn't dare to judge this poem at all. The artistic conception of this poem was beyond his ability to judge.

"Fu Lao, dare to ask what is the name of this word?" After a while, he asked Fu Yuewen in a daze.

"When will there be a bright moon!" Fu Yuewen sighed in his heart. How could he not see the expression on Yan Yixiu's face, and at the same time he understood deeply.

When a person is defeated in what he is best at, this blow is too great.

If Yang Xuan's poems are only slightly ahead of Yan Yixiu, it is okay. The so-called literary is not the first, and whether you can write good essays depends on the right time and place.

But Yang Xuan's Mingyue is too amazing for a while, and has far surpassed other people, even when he first saw it, he felt sluggish.

It can be said that based on his culture base, he dare not judge this poem.

This is a poem that is destined to be circulated through the ages, and he is the Number One Person who saw this poem. If he adds a little comment, it will follow this poem and spread through the ages. Go down.

So, he didn't dare to judge at all, and he was afraid that he would be a laughingstock for the ages.

He looked at Yang Xuan, he was selfish in his heart, and he wanted to take this test paper by Yang Xuan home, and after it was mounted, he would use it as a heirloom for generations.

Don’t be surprised by Fu Yuewen’s thoughts. Faced with the first manuscript of such a poem that is destined to be passed down through the ages, it is destined to become a treasure that the world is vying to collect in the future. , When will you stay?

Yan Yixiu was stunned for a while, and then he came back to his senses. After his long took a deep breath, he bowed deeply to Yang Xuan: "Brother Ren, I have been taught!"

At this time, no one dared to underestimate Yang Xuan.

His threat level began to infinitely increase in the hearts of everyone.

Yang Xuan haha ​​smiled, but his face was still vulgar.

"Dare to compare literary talent with me, hmph!" At this moment, he glanced at the many mountains that seem small, and the eight great masters of Tang and Song possess souls.