Zhang Wengu never expected that Chen Zhui could write a true sacred poem!

Not long ago, he was still mocking Chen Zhui, who had never even participated in the Thirty-Third Heavenly Banquet. He thought Chen Zhui had done a few random songs to deal with.

But unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Chen Zhui actually took out a true sacred poem!

Zhang Wengu felt his face hot and hot at this moment, as if he had been slapped hundreds of times with his palms, especially when some people's eyes swept over, this feeling became even stronger and it was simply ashamed.

"A good song "General Fu"..." Xu Qingzhi's pupils shrank and he smiled bitterly. Compared with Chen Zhui's general Fu, his "Night Snow" was more than one step away. Moreover, Chen Zhui was a Marquis of Wu, and his poem about this military camp was more respected than the spring flowers and autumn moons of literati like them.

"Champion Hou Dacai, I'm willing to give in to the disadvantage!" Xu Qingzhi shook his head and bowed to Chen Zhui.

"Champion Hou Dacai!" Seeing Xu Qingzhi bowing, the rest of the people followed suit. Because every true sacred poem is worthy of respect, let alone the Marquis of Wu who made contributions to the country!

Not only in the real world, but when the first true sacred poem appeared, the Guanwen Hall was also in full swing.

"Okay! What a song "General's Fu"!" Kong Yangzhou was excited to clench his fists and high-highs, unable to control himself.

Not only him, among the civil and military ministers present, the high-ranking officials and nobles could feel the artistic conception of this true sacred poem, especially those who have had military experience, which was even more intense!

Liu Haoran, next to the seventh prince Ji Chen, also praised: "The general is good at fighting, has extraordinary skills, and the power of a magic arrow is unstoppable. I never thought that the disciples of Wen Xinhou's sons are better than those of blue."

"It just reached the threshold of the true sacred verse. Such a talent is really amazing." Li Qingzheng also exclaimed without hesitation.

Lin Zhizhong was still serious and had a strong face, but he nodded slightly when he heard this.

The civil and military ministers and officials below praised the three great scholars, and naturally they were flattering and gave them praise.

The seventh prince Ji Chen laughed and immediately picked up the wine glass and said, "Teacher, sir, drink for "General Fu"!"

"Drinking victory!" All civil officials and generals raised their glasses one after another.

The fourth prince Ji Dan was upset that this kind of thing was actually snatched by his younger brother, but he quickly raised his wine glass.

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The news reached Wen Ya Pavilion.

Princess Qinghui looked at the light curtain in amazement. She couldn't believe that the champion Hou, who had been scoffed at before, actually wrote a true sacred poem!

"This Chen Zhui is really a bit, some..." Princess Qinghui was also shocked. As a royal princess, she naturally has no lack of tasting ability. What's more, any words of belittlement in front of the True Sacred Word Poem seem extremely weak. But she subconsciously didn't want to admit that the eldest son Fan, whom she admired, actually lost to Chen Zhui.

"Sister, I just said that the champion Hou may not be worse than Fan Hongyi, look!" Ji Zixuan even forgot to eat the fruit in her hand, and shook Princess Anping's arm excitedly, as if she had made it herself.

"Okay, okay, I saw it. Your arm is about to be broken by you." Princess Anping said helplessly. However, even though she sat in the palace and watched the banquet for so many years, she had to admit that Chen Zhui was indeed a genius, with no lack of martial arts and martial arts skills, and having such talent in the way of holy words is indeed rare.

Seeing Ji Zixuan's excited expression, Princess Anping suddenly felt a thought, "Is Xuan'er moved by this champion Hou?"

"Hmph, why are you happy? Isn't it just the true sacred poem, Fan Shaobao knows it!" Princess Qinghui muttered. "Look, he has also started to take action."

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Fan Hongyi's move once again attracted the attention of everyone in Guanwen Hall.

The scene where Zhang Wengu provoked in front of the hall did not make everyone forget. As a strong man who had lived for a long time, Zhang Wengu's little thoughts could not be hidden from everyone's eyes. And he was a disciple of Zuo Xiang, so it is hard to say that he suddenly acted without Fan Hongyi's instructions. Otherwise, why did Fan Shaobao, who had not participated in the banquet for a long time, come to the Yuehua Banquet alone?

"With the champion Hou Zhuyu in front, Fan Shaobao was unmoved, and his mind was indeed amazing." Someone immediately began to praise him.

"Although champion Hou's "General Fu" is strong, it only barely reaches the level of the true god, and Fan Shaobao is probably stronger than him."

"Look, it's starting."

Fan Hongyi immediately attracted the attention of many scholars.

As a young and talented prince Shaobao, the talented and famous scholar in the academy, the grandson of the King of Wu, Fan Hongyi, and the literary reputation that he has gained over the years is not as easy to shake by a true sacred poem. At least, some people firmly believe that Fan Hongyi may not necessarily lose this moon feast competition.

As expected, when the holy page scroll in Fan Hongyi's hand soared into the air, the golden light flowing on it also changed the color of the heaven and earth.

Moreover, in terms of momentum, he is even a little stronger than Shen Zhui before.

The golden characters stand in the void, and the same three big characters appear in "The Prosperous Times"

The tall buildings in the deep palace are purple and clear, and gold is made of dragons and embroidered pillars.

The beauty plays the sun while the window, and the strings play the sign language and whisper the keel.

Because of the storm of Tianchi, the boat was furrowing and the waves were shocked.

Three thousand pairs of moths sing and laughing, the bells and drums are pouring,

All the surnames gather together to sing peace. I am indifferent to others.

My little minister worships Nanshan for a long life, and Your Majesty will be famous for eternity.

The poem comes out, the light is written, and the origin of heaven and earth is condensed in front of the holy beast.

The palace and palaces, pavilions and towers, were endless, and soon occupied most of the grassland. There were noble ladies and immortals, and the people emerged, and a scene of singing and dancing in peace was outlined.

This scene directly diluted the original forest of Shen Zhui's "General Fu", and only the golden general still stood proudly in front of the holy beast.

The scene of prosperity continued to spread, and a palace surrounded by purple air gradually appeared.

The dragon sings the jade pillar, leaving the palace and standing in the sky, and melodious bells and drums came, and all officials sang the holy scriptures. A vague phantom of the emperor lived in front of the palace gate, emitting golden light.

In the 32nd Heaven, Ziqing Heaven appears!

"Boom~" When the golden light and purple aura suddenly appeared, the outline of the emperor who was worshipped by all people appeared, the holy beast actually whimpered, and his two forelimbs were cut off, and he knelt down.

The true sacred poem reappears!

"Go to the prosperous times! That's the figure of Your Majesty!"

"In the glorious era, all people enjoyed the same joy. Praise the Emperor of the Human Resources, and praise the civil and military officials and the thousands of people."

"The Great Zhou was established for eight hundred years, conquered the nine states, expanded to the sky outside the sky. Such achievements are even more than Emperor Xia!"

"Another poem of true sacred words, Mr. Fan is indeed amazing!"

Each scholar and celebrity was so excited that he could not help himself. It was a great honor to witness the birth of two true sacred poems within one day. After going out, he would brag for the rest of his life.

"Go to the prosperous age..." Xu Qingzhi looked at the majestic and dignified phantom of the emperor and his face flushed, and a sense of reverence arose in his heart, but at the same time, there was a hint of secret sigh in his heart. "I am not as good as the champion Hou, nor is it as good as Shao Bao."

"Young Young Fan protects a great talent!"

"These two true and sacred poems, one is a sing of generals and the other is a singular king. The power and artistic conception are even more powerful!"

"The more golden inscriptions, the better, but such a long piece can reach the level of the true god, which is really rare."

"Young Master Fan is worthy of being from a noble family and descendants of the King and Prime Minister. He has a profound background and is difficult for us to reach."

Everyone was amazed, and some even bowed to the phantom of the emperor and were brought into it by that artistic conception.

But compared with the unanimous praise of the real literature community, a subtle scene appeared in the outside world's Guanwen Hall.

The main reason is that it comes from the three great scholars.

The great scholar Liu Haoran still praised Fan Hongyi for his reputation, and commented on the flowing flow of "The Prosperous Times" and the flowing scenery of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Moreover, the birthday banquet of the Emperor of the Human Emperor is about to be, so this poem is very suitable for the occasion.

The great scholar Li Qingzheng did not say anything. With Liu Haoran's comments in front of him, he just nodded. A retired great scholar like them would not deliberately praise a junior.

Just when everyone thought Lin Zhizhong would not speak and was about to continue to sigh with Liu Haoran's words, they did not expect that the great scholar Lin Zhizhong, who was in the main position, suddenly spoke.

"The vision of a prosperous era is more gorgeous, but it is suspected of being tricky." Lin Zhizhong's cold voice sounded.

Liu Haoran frowned slightly, and Li Qingzheng still nodded, not knowing whether he agreed to Liu Haoran or Lin Zhizhong.

However, all the three great scholars could only be evaluated once, and no one said anything more.

After savoring it, others immediately understood where the Fan Hongyi took advantage of what Lin Zhizhong said. This kind of poem that praises the emperor of the world is also praised. Although it is just a vision of a prosperous era, it also has a flattering meaning, which lacks the character of a literati.

However, the great scholar is so loyal to him, but others are not good at naming him. After all, this great scholar is a person who even dares to kill a prince. He has committed a contradictory to the human emperor. However, for so many years, this great scholar has nothing to do with him. Others have few heads.

Standing on the grassland, Shen Zhui looked at Fan Hongyi's power in "The Prosperous Times" and nodded immediately. As the prince's Shaobao, Fan Hongyi still has some things. Although it is surprising, it is expected that he can write a poem about true sacred words.

However, Shen Zhui was destined to let the prince Shaobao miscalculate today.

"Wang Shixin." Shen Zhui said.

"The student is here." Wang Shixin subconsciously said respectfully.

"I wonder if you still have the strength to do it?" Shen Zhui asked.

Wang Shixin, who was conscious and other conscious, suddenly said excitedly: "Yes!"

"Then please help me inject literary spirit into the second Holy Word poem." Shen Zhui smiled.

"Yes." Wang Shixin excitedly picked up the second holy page scroll from under the grassland.

"What else does he want to do?!" Everyone noticed Shen Zhui's actions and immediately looked over.

Fan Hongyi's poem about holy words is already at the level of a true god, and it has exceeded the threshold. Shen Zhui is indeed amazing, but does he have a second poem about holy words?

"Champion Hou, can you still beat Mr. Fan?" A pervert shouted from the crowd.

"The holy beast is not dead, and I will never give up easily until the last moment!" Chen Zhui Haomai smiled. "Wang Shixin, let's start!"

The second scroll flew up. Although it was also three words, this time the golden light was slightly dimmer than the previous song "The General's Fu", and it was even worse than "The Prosperous Times".

"Entering Kyoto"

The general held Wu hook with only his hand, and his spirit was higher than that of a hundred-foot floor.

Who has been a history for ten thousand years? He has been looking for a title of marquis eight thousand miles away.

The poem was completed, and a vision appeared, and a phantom wearing black armor and holding a divine weapon appeared beside the general of the golden armor and stood side by side.
To be continued...