Yue Hui replied: "Ling Manzheng is also missing.

However, I have his mark in the virtual world! I will try to contact him! I will inform you after I contact him."

"Then it will be hard work."

Ling Tianfan thought for a moment and then asked: "What happened here in the Imperial Palace?"

Yue Hui hesitated for a moment, then said: "There is a mysterious force that has penetrated in, and many high-level officials are members of that mysterious force!"

"In that case, why not clean it up?"

Ling Tianfan asked.

"Saint Ancestor Meng Junzi went to the Taishang Domain.

Now in the Imperial Palace, no one can resist that force.

The Ling Jian and Xia Leimeixue you are looking for are being hunted by this force.

However, there seems to be something in the two of them that that force wants to get.

Therefore, that force has been looking for Ling Jian and Xia Lei Meixue."

Yue Hui explained.

"What kind of force is that force?"

Ling Tianfan continued to ask.

"I don't know either.

I heard that it comes from the Taishang Domain."

Yue Hui said.

"'Mountain' organization?"

This was the force that Ling Tianfan thought of for the first time.

"It's not the Mountain Organization! I don't know the specifics."

Yue Hui shook her head.

"Who is a member of this force?"

Ling Tianfan asked.

"I don't know."

Yue Hui hesitated but still didn't say anything.

After all, this is an internal matter within the imperial palace.

Furthermore, she did not think that Ling Tianfan's eighth step could solve the current predicament of the imperial palace.

A few more days passed.

Yue Hui still didn't take the initiative to contact Ling Tianfan.

"Teacher, come and take a look! Senior Brother Tianlin Meng may be defeated in his battle with the Poetry Realm."

On this day, Ling Tianfan suddenly received a message from Yi Fengwei.

Ling Tianfan Dao thought radiated over it.

On a continent in the secret realm of the sacred scriptures of literature and art, two people competed in poetry with the intention of "withering flowers and declining grass".

The so-called fighting poetry is not just like the secular world, where poetry is recited and composed.

It is about evolving your own talents into a poetic scene.

Poetry can be divided into high and low levels according to one's own talent.

Therefore, when the two condensed poetic realms collide with each other, the weak poetic realm will naturally collapse.

At this moment, Tianlinmeng evolved into an image of withered flowers and decaying grass after autumn. The world is vast, the mountains are decaying, and the entire poetic landscape is full of death.

But in this deathly atmosphere, there is a trace of life brewing.

Express one's aspirations through poetry.

The artistic conception of this poem also incorporates Tianlin Meng's character.

Desolate but not sad! Declining but not falling! It can be said that the poetic artistic conception evolved by Tianlin Meng at this moment is superior.

Opposite Tianlinmeng, this is a girl in white.

Calm as a sword.

The poetic conception she evolved is not as vast as Tianlinmeng's.

It’s just a grass! A sword-like grass starts from a seed, and then when it grows to its peak, it blooms the most gorgeous flowers.

However, the flowers eventually fall.

The flowers fell and withered on the grass.

Then, the vitality of the grass came to an end and began to wither and turn yellow.

It seems that the life of this flower and plant has been completed.

One year old and one prosperous.

When the life of this flower and grass is over, the poetic mood of the girl in white has reached its climax.

Sharp with a sword.

In an instant, Tian Linmeng's poetic mood was shattered.

Tianlin Meng, defeated! "I accept the concession!"

The girl in white said calmly.

She doesn't give people the impression of being arrogant, but of being cold.

When he saw the girl in white, Ling Tianfan's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, like meeting an old friend.

This girl is none other than Ji Yi Shishi! At this moment, Ji Yi Shishi's cultivation has reached the early stage of the ninth step of the Tao.

Although her level of cultivation is not as good as Tianlin Meng's, in a literary battle, the battle is not about her level of cultivation, but about her talent.

"Senior sister is amazing. In terms of poetic conception, I am convinced that I, junior brother, have lost."

Tianlin Meng said.

In fact, in his words, he obviously meant what he meant.

I just think he lost the poem contest.

And asking is not just poetry.

"What else do you want to compare with?"

Jiyi Shishi asked calmly.

"I want to compete with you!"

Tianlinmeng said loudly.

Word writing is indeed what he is best at.

"no problem."

Jiyi Shishi agreed.

"Let's each pick a word!"

Tianlin Meng said.

"You come first."

Jiyi Shishi said.

"Then I won't be polite."

Tianlin Meng circulates the origin in his body and condenses his talents into his fists.

Suddenly blasted out.

Boom! The void collapsed within a hundred meters of him.

Literary fighting is not a competition of strength.

Therefore, for him to punch like this, he needs to control the power extremely finely.

Otherwise, if the force of the punch is too strong and the impact spreads, it will not only be rude, but also lack of understanding of the rules of fighting, and it is illegal.

Void punch.

In the collapsed place, an artistic conception of talent suddenly emerged.

Gradually, a word "shou" emerged.

The "Shou" of Shoudao Confucian Academy! The word "Shou" is suspended in the void above Tianlinmeng's head, and the artistic conception of the word radiates out, perfectly integrated with the character of Tianlinmeng's whole person.
To be continued...