I have a knife, I can kill monsters when I take it out of its sheath

As everyone dispersed, what happened in the Dingbei Hou Mansion spread quickly.

Confucian scholars competed in poems, and Ji Beigui's poem caused a shocking phenomenon.

The poem Po Zhenzi also spread quickly throughout the streets and alleys of Liangzhou City, and spread to other places through various means and channels.

"Hahahahaha, good, what a drunken man, burning the light to read the sword, dreaming about the horn-blowing camp..."

Many people were shocked by the artistic conception of this poem when they first heard it, and then began to teach their children.

"Look at you, and then look at this person. I usually ask you to study, but you have to feed pigs."

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In the small courtyard, Ji Chen and Xia Ziran sat under the tree.

"Brother Beigui, you said you would treat me to barbecue, where is the barbecue?"

Xia Zi said slightly jokingly.

"Don't worry!"

Ji Chensu waved his hand, and a crystal clear fish over one meter long appeared on the table.

The fish were jumping alive, and the aura of terror spread.

Ji Chen slapped the fish on the head, knocking it unconscious.

Xia Ziran opened his eyes wide, "Is this?"

"I caught it in a cold pool. It's a rare treasure. The sashimi is especially delicious."

"Sashimi?"

"It's a monster movie!"

Ji Chen cut off a piece with a knife and put it into his mouth. The essence exploded and left a fragrant aroma on his lips and teeth.

"Is this what you call barbecue?"

Xia Ziran felt cheated. Not only was he tricked into eating raw meat, it was still demonic meat.

But the essence of this fish is very rich, and its body is crystal clear. It looks like a rare treasure at first glance.

Xia Ziran also followed Ji Chen's example, cutting off a piece of crystal-clear meat and putting it in his mouth.

At that moment, the essence exploded in his mouth and flowed into his abdomen.

Xia Ziran's eyes lit up, and his body greedily absorbed the essence.

"Brother Beigui, this..."

He was shocked, such pure essence made him unbelievable.

Ji Chen smiled and said: "This food is very beneficial to the body. Eat more of it and refine it with the exercises, the effect will be better."

"Then thank you, Brother Beigui." Xia Ziran was not polite, one after another.

Ji Chen ate some and stopped eating. He just wanted to satisfy his appetite.

He walked aside, took out the black gold crystal, and prepared to refine the sword. As he squeezed the Great Sun Seal, the true fire of the sun emerged and began to refine the black gold crystal.

The night passed quickly. Ji Chen also successfully refined the black gold crystal. He reshaped the Pojun Hengdao. The blade was completely black and one meter and three meters long. The original lightning strike wood on the handle was burned away by the true fire of the sun. , the blade and handle are integrated, the handle is thirty centimeters long, and the blade is one meter long.

Wrap the handle of the knife twice with a strip of cloth to make it more comfortable to hold.

After everything was done, the sky began to light up.

Ji Chen glanced at Xia Ziran. He was still practicing under the tree. He had to say that this guy could indeed eat. He had eaten the whole fish and was currently refining it.

When the first ray of sunlight rose, Xia Ziran opened his eyes, and a gleam of light shone out from his eyes.

Seeing Ji Chen looking at him from the side, Xia was naturally a little embarrassed.

"Let Brother Beigui laugh."

"You and my brother, there is no need for this, I have something to give you."

Ji Chen waved his hand and used his energy to arrange a simple cover, covering a few meters in radius.

It's just a very simple cover, without any defense, it can only prevent the breath from leaking out.

Seeing how cautious Ji Chen was, Xia naturally became serious.

Ji Chen waved his hand and took out a spiritual object from the ring and captured it in his hand. The spiritual object struggled hard, but Ji Chen's hands were like golden hoops and could not break free.

The rich essence overflowed and filled the entire cover.

Without this layer of protection, the essence will float out and attract many people to covet it.

Xia Ziran's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it.

"'Is this a spiritual thing?'

Such a large spiritual creature must be at least a thousand years old.

Ji Chen said: "Give it to you!"

"No, no, no, Brother Beigui, this is too expensive and I really can't afford it. If you refine this spiritual object, your qualifications will be improved to a higher level, and you will have more opportunities to become a literary saint in the future. "

"I have obtained more than one spiritual object. I have refined several of them. This one is prepared for you."

Ji Chen was embarrassed to say that his horse had been refined several times. If he told it, Xia Ziran would probably vomit blood.

Seeing Ji Chen's persistence, Xia naturally stopped delaying. Knowing that Ji Chen had a straightforward personality, he put away the spiritual objects.

"So I'll thank you, Brother Beigui."

Ji Chen said: "There is no need for this between brothers."

"Brother Beigui, what are your next plans?"

"I have no other plans for the time being. Brother Zhao Pan has not been back for some time. I suspect something may have happened to him. If there is no news in a few days, I plan to go look for him."

Intuition told Ji Chen that Zhao Pan might have encountered a difficult task.

Xia Ziran said: "In one month, my studies at this stage will be completed, and I may go to the Northern Wasteland battlefield to practice."

Ji Chen thought for a moment and said, "Maybe I will go to the Northern Wasteland battlefield too!"

The battlefield is definitely a good place to harvest killing points.

The two chatted for a while, and Xia Ziran left.

He got a spiritual object and needed to go back and ask his husband how to use it.

It would be too wasteful to refine it directly. He was not as careless as Ji Chen, who refined several pieces without hesitation, including three black dragon mounts.

One day later, the news about Ji Chen's deeds in Dingbei Hou Mansion spread completely.

His poems caused shocking visions, and he was hailed as the Saint of Poetry. He even challenged all the Confucian scholars in the academy by himself, claiming that he was the first person among demigods.

People in the streets and alleys were talking about Ji Chen claiming to be the number one among demigods.

The news was like a strong wind, sweeping quickly towards Liangzhou Mansion, even the surrounding government offices, and even further places.

A young literary sage, a sage of poetry, and the first person among demigods.

Various names were attached to Ji Chen's head.

For a time, Ji Chen was in the limelight, and his momentum even overshadowed the war that was about to break out in the Northern Wilderness.

When Ji Chen heard the news, his first reaction was that someone was stirring up trouble and deliberately stirring up this storm.

He doesn't have many enemies. He can count them all on one hand. Basically, he has wiped out all his enemies. For now, only Xu Chengwei and the group of Confucian scholars from Luocheng Academy who he offended at Dingbei Hou Mansion the day before yesterday have barely managed to survive. Considered an enemy.

Ji Chen had an intuition that they were up to something bad, and something bad would happen soon.

Sure enough, the wind direction changed on the third day.

Some people think that Ji Chen's claim to be the number one among demigods is arrogant and threaten to challenge him.

As soon as this challenging statement came out, it resonated with many people in Liangzhou City.

It's okay to be known as the Saint of Poetry. After all, Ji Chen has caused strange phenomena several times. Especially that time he made a speech, it caused shocking strange phenomena and even alarmed the powerful people from all over the world.

But claiming to be the first among demigods is a bit too much. Since ancient times, there is no one who is unbeatable in literature and no second in martial arts. There are so many people in the world, and geniuses are as numerous as the crucian carp crossing the river. No one dares to claim to be the number one in a certain realm. one person.