Chapter 138 The white horse spring breeze, the romantic flow is all over! (4k)

Author: Gunpowder is heavy

Chapter 138 The white horse spring breeze, the romantic flow is all over! (4k)

Ningyou stepped on the stone steps, and there was only a continuous staircase that seemed to be invisible.

Beside him were Sun Dan, Zhu Xiuyong and the other two. The three of them were on the same stone stairs, while the three barbarians stood on the stone stairs on the other side.

In addition to the stone steps they are in, each stone steps upward is filled with a powerful force of restraint, as if infinite gravity is applied, making people unable to step.

"Entering Wenshan, only one person can reach the top and the Wenshou will end!"

At this moment, a green light filled the stone steps, and a young figure with a cold face and a calm and unscathed young wave slowly appeared.

The phantom's voice is cold and seems to have no emotion.

Wenshan Mountain Spirit!

The Wenshan Mountain Spirit is a special instrument spirit condensed from the spiritual energy. It is fair and fair, without any slander. It is the host of Wendou.

Once you enter the secret realm of Wenshan, one person must reach the top before the literary battle will end, otherwise the battle will continue.

This is also to test the Wenhua reserves of those who fight, and to make sure that it is not a flash in the pan.

The mountain of writing is long, and there is no poem that can reach the top!

"Dong!"

Shan Ling waved his hand, and the blue light immediately poured into Ning You and several barbarians.

Ning You trembled all over and felt an inexplicable force beating in his body, as if a second heart was born.

Wenxin!

In addition to Ning You, the three barbarians were also shocked and couldn't help but touch their chests.

"The first test in Wenshan is about to begin!"

Shan Ling said coldly, threw out a blue token, and then his figure slowly disappeared.

The blue token is constantly changing in the air, forming a huge blue light curtain. On the light curtain, there are two big words: Pass the exam!

"Read the exam?!"

"The first level of question is passing the exam?"

"Good questions, the exam has just ended, and it is the time when the students pass the exam. This question is quite beneficial to me, Dajing!"

The Wenshan Secret Realm is an open trial secret realm, in which all scenes and sounds will be transmitted to the outside world for the people to watch. Outside the Zhenwu Hall, everyone saw the topic of the first level, and the students were immediately overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, the poem passed by me, Dajing, is easy to use. Who has never imagined that he has passed the exam late at night and has secretly prepared the poem passed the exam early, just waiting for the exam."

"It's a pity that I also have a poem that I passed the imperial examination. I have been preparing for three years, but I can't recite it!"

"Haha, Brother Zhang, your poem of passing through the imperial examination will be hidden for another three years!"

"Three years may not work. Three years later, there may be a little possibility!"

For a moment, the outside of the hall was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"Don't be careless. The poems that pass the imperial examination are almost broken. Over the years, although the poems and essays have emerged one after another, none of them are worth remembering in future generations!"

"This is true, don't be careless!"

"Look, I wish you a pen to write first!"

In the secret realm, the huge blue light curtain fell in front of Ning You and others. Just use the literary heart to stimulate the literary spirit and write directly on the light curtain.

"Spring comes and goes everywhere, and Chu Run looks at you with a different kindness."

"It's good that I'm sobering up at the end of the fifth day of the day, and I'm always hearing the sound of calling my head."

Zhu Xiuyong was a Jinshi in the last session. Although he had some accidents, he had not been awarded an official position and had not improved his strength. He finally had the feeling of passing the exam. He immediately wrote it with his sincere feelings and fully demonstrated his joy of passing the exam.

"At the fifth hour, I woke up from the dead of wine, and I heard the sound of calling!"

"I wish you good poems, sincere feelings, and I feel like when I passed the provincial examination. Even if I wake up late at night, congratulations can sound in my ears."

"It's worthy of being Brother Zhu, Wen Si is quick!"

Outside the main hall, Zhu Xiuyong kept nodding in the same year and quite recognized this poem.

As the poem was written, two inches high literary atmosphere floated up. In the blue light curtain, a huge wine gourd flew out and landed at Zhu Xiuyong's feet, carrying him up and flew towards the mountain.

The wine gourd was shaking, as if it was insufficient for the momentum. It just took Zhu Xiuyong to fly for twenty levels, then fell down slowly and turned into a blue light and disappeared.

"I wish you good literary talent, I'll come too!"

Seeing Zhu Xiuyong taking the lead in writing a poem to open up the situation, Sun Dan stroking his palm and laughing, and waving his pen!

"Our dynasty is the most praised, and the immortal list is marked by the dawn."

"The white horse neighs in the wind for thirty bridles, and the red family holds candles for a thousand families."

The literary aura floated up, and the three-inch literary aura rose from afar. A red candle flew out from the green light curtain. With the reflection of the sunlight, he carried Sun Dan directly to the thirty levels, far ahead of Zhu Xiuyong!

"The white horse is neighing, the candles of the rich, and the picture is vividly displayed on the paper. When I passed the imperial examination, it was not the neighing of the horses, and the candles were everywhere in the sky. Sun Dan is worthy of being the most talented student in Qingyun Academy. It is a good poem!"

"Three inches of literary spirit, it's amazing!"

"Not only that, this poem also praises me Dajing, which is the majesty of killing the barbarians!"

"Yes, who can have such kindness from all races in the world have given me Dajing's kindness? Ordinary people can also practice!"

Outside the hall, everyone praised it, and Chen Anguo also looked happy.

"Brother Qiu, look, this person's poem already has the style of your White Tiger Tower. If this person goes to the brothel, he will never have to spend money!" Chen Anguo pulled Qiu Tao and said excitedly.

"Brother Sun Dan is so talented that he can get a free time when he goes to brothels!"

Qiu Tao said lightly, but his eyes were always staring at the barbarians.

The barbarians were too calm, even though they were three inches of literary spirit, they didn't take it seriously at all, without any fluctuations.

"Look, look, the barbarians have started writing too!"

In the secret realm, a tall male barbarian with gray eyes slowly stood in front of the light curtain.

Ning You raised his head and stared at the person tightly.

This person was the barbarian who met in the snow when he first entered the Eastern Capital with the caravan. There seemed to be a figure hidden in his body.

However, what I saw today was that the blurry figure in the other person's body had completely disappeared, and it seemed that it was just an ordinary barbarian.

He looked up slightly, looked at the blue light curtain in front of him, and his eyes seemed to be filled with nostalgia, but in a flash, he was suppressed by indifference.

Extend your thick fingers and write on the light curtain with strokes.

It is clearly a barbarian, but the handwriting on the light curtain is flying and the green light flows like clouds and water, phoenixes floating in the water, and phoenixes floating in the water, with a sharp edge between the flowing elegance.

Everyone!

Ning You felt inferior to the barbarian character.

Not only him, but also the two outsiders on the stone steps changed their faces.

"This barbarian, such a handsome calligraphy!"

Outside the hall, everyone was also surprised.

The Minister of Rites looked at the handwriting, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes, lowered his head, revealing a meditative look.

"The noisy carriages and horses are about to reach the sky, but the list of people who explore the East Hall is already hanging."

"When Wanli followed the golden elves, Santai still borrowed jade and money."

"The flowers are floating, the wine is shining, and the sun shines and the auspicious colors are bright."

"Who doesn't look at the gods on the pavilion in front of Twelve Street?"

The literary atmosphere was swaying, as high as four inches, the shadows of flowers and wine were rotating. Between the flowers and wine, the hazy light carried the barbarians upwards and directly crossed the forty levels.

"What, four inches of literary spirit!"

"This barbarian has such an outstanding literary talent!"

"It's over. The barbarians have a reliance on their literary fights. Now it's over!"

"No, look, what is this barbarian doing?!"

Outside the hall, everyone's screams suddenly sounded. He Zai and others also changed their faces as they looked at the scene in the secret book.

The hazy light of the flower wine disappeared, and the barbarians lost their vehicles and fell quietly.

But after the barbarian landed, he did not stop, but roared to the sky. The barbarian patterns on his head burned like flames, his muscles were tangled all over his body. His already tall figure instantly increased several times, like a little giant standing on the stone steps.

"Dingdeng!"

The barbarians looked at the stone steps in front of them, their eyes were cold and they stepped out with great strides.

"boom!"

Above the stone steps, the powerful forbidden power was as heavy as a mountain, pressing against the barbarians, but he ignored it and stepped out with great strides. The stone steps he stepped on made a loud noise and rushed out forty steps in one breath.
To be continued...