Feng Qingyan is a little curious, what is the principle behind Taiping Xiang's title of literary talent?
He tried his best to look at the Taiping Elephant standing in the night sky, but unfortunately the mysterious power of "breaking the void and tracing back" in his eyes did not appear.
"Yan Zizhong, a student of Yanshan Academy, is ranked eighth in the world's literary list for his talents."
When the singing ceremony came from the temple, the square exploded with a "boom".
The students were shocked, excited, and proud.
After all, Yan Shan is a student of Burial Mountain Academy. Being able to compete with the talents of Sanshang Academy and the top ten academies, and even become an unparalleled sage in the world, is something worthy of everyone's celebration.
Although now, the saints are somewhat unable to be called unparalleled in the world.
"Those who have experienced fighting are saints!"
Lao Jiao Yu Zhangxiu was so excited that he looked up to the sky and screamed.
Other teachings or teachings were also shocking and somewhat unbelievable, although they already knew that Yanshan, who was known as a standing bookcase, certainly had many literary talents.
But I never thought it would exceed one bucket.
In their previous guesses, the most they could do was to be ranked eighty or ninety on the world ranking list.
Yan Shan really surprised them.
As for Yu Yuan, Mei Lan, He Lianshan and other famous students, they were also shocked beyond belief and looked deeply at the somewhat clumsy-looking Yan Shan.
After a while, the great edict had no choice but to signal the students to calm down and continue to praise their talents.
But at this time, the students looked at each other and some did not dare to step forward.
Helianshan pondered for a moment and then walked towards the white jade stairs, attracting everyone's attention.
"Gongzishan is extremely talented, and his literary talent must be more than five liters." A scholar from a noble family said.
"good."
Some people agreed and were optimistic about Helian Mountain.
Liu Ling, Zhu Yan, Lian Xing and other students became very nervous, with expectations and worries in their hearts.
We must fight, we must fight...
Liu Ling was thinking inwardly, feeling even more nervous than calling himself a literary talent.
As Helian Mountain walked up the white jade stairs, volumes of books appeared above his head, and the square uttered exclamations of exclamation.
As he walked higher, the books above his head formed a hill.
Unfortunately, it cannot be compared with Yanshan, but it has also won the exclamation of countless students.
"You have five liters of literary talent."
A hoarse voice came down from the night sky.
Liu Ling, Zhu Yan, Bian Xing and other aristocratic students were a little disappointed, thinking that it was a bit low. With the talent of the young master, he should at least be ranked on the world's literary list.
"A student of Burial Mountain Academy is admired by many people in Helian Mountain, and his literary talent has risen to the fifth level."
From the holy temple came the singing of the famous No. 81 Academy of Mount Helian.
Those whose literary talent reaches five liters can be sung by the holy temple.
Next, Rong Tao, Yu Yuan, Mei Lan and other students walked up the white jade stairs one by one. Unfortunately, except for Yu Yuan who reached five liters, the others were all two or three liters.
Yu Yuan was a literary talent with six promotions and one combined, and the last one on the world literary list was six promotions and nine combined.
It is a pity that he is only eight steps short of being on the world ranking list and becoming famous all over the world.
Many people lamented it.
Rong Tao is three rising and four combining.
Mei Lan is four rising and five combining.
Mu Yu did not claim to be a literary talent. She was a sixth-grade luthier and had already been famous in the Eighty-one Academy.
"Are there still students?"
The great priest asked Baili Kun loudly.
Zhou Chang, who had been watching the excitement, nodded to Feng Qingyan and walked towards the white jade stairs. Although Zhou Chang's reputation is temporarily not as good as that of Mu Yu, Rong Tao, Yu Yuan and other students, he is still somewhat famous among the students.
He is not an unknown person.
So it also attracts a lot of people’s attention.
When he walked up step by step, the students in the square suddenly became shocked.
A mountain of books appeared above his head and was about to catch up with Yan Shan. This was so surprising that he didn't even expect the teachings and teachings.
"Brother Zhou is so secretive." A student exclaimed.
"I didn't expect Zhou Changwen to be so talented. I usually underestimate him..."
In the square, Mu Yu, Rong Tao, Yu Yuan and other students were also a little shocked and surprised. They didn't expect that besides Yan Shan, there were other students who could surpass them, and they felt quite dissatisfied.
On the white jade stairs, Zhou Chang gritted his teeth and walked up, but unfortunately he could not take another step in the end.
"You, your literary talent has risen to nine levels."
When the slightly hoarse voice fell from the night sky, countless students felt regretful, and even the teachings clapped their legs and exclaimed that it was a pity.
It's just one fight away...
Although there is only one difference, the difference between the two is promotion and struggle.
Zhou Chang walked down, pursed his lips tightly, and felt unwilling in his heart. Why was it just one click away?
If he were a nine-level talent, he would not feel so unwilling in his heart.
Thousands of miles away on the Meihua Mountain.
The plum blossoms are in full bloom.
On that world-famous Wenhua List, as soon as the word "Ji Xiu" appeared, it instantly changed to the word "Zhou Chang", so fast that people couldn't see clearly.
The servants guarding under the stone tablet didn't even notice.
"Zhou Chang and Zhou Changlong, a student of Burial Mountain Academy, ranked tenth on the world's literary list with nine promotions and nine combined talents."
Singing in the temple.
boom--
There was a commotion in the square again.
Although it is a pity that he is not a fighting talent, he is ranked tenth in the world literary list, which is also shocking.
At this time, the teachings and teachings at Burial Mountain Academy were extremely exciting.
The spring exams are full of surprises.
First, Yanshan was promoted to the title of Yiding Gentleman and became famous all over the world; then Feng Qingyan was promoted to the title of Sanding Gentleman and became famous all over the world.
These are the only two Ding gentlemen who will take the spring exam.
Among them, Mu Yu and several other students were famous in the Eighty-one Academy.
Nowadays, there are Xiang in Taiping who are called literary talents, and there are four more people who have exceeded five levels of promotion. Zhou Chang ranked tenth in the world's literary list with nine promotions and nine combinations.
Yan Shan even rose to the rank of sage with every fight, ranking eighth in the world's cultural list.
Judging from the number of people on the world rankings, it is enough to rival Sanshang Academy.
However, the difference between the disciples at the Mingchuan Eighty-one Academy level and the genius level is too far, and they can only be at the level of the top three academies.
But even so, it was enough for Burial Mountain Academy to become famous in one fell swoop.
"Are there still students?"
There was unconcealable joy in the voice of the great edict.
All the students looked around, but no student came forward.
When Feng Qingyan saw that no more students came forward, he wanted to go up and weigh him to see how many literary talents he had. Moreover, he was very curious and incredible that literary talents could be weighed, so he wanted to give it a try.
Feng Qingyan looked at it and walked towards the white jade stairs.
"Fell Sanding as a literary talent?"
"Didn't Gentleman Qingyan not have a Kaiwen Palace?"
The students' eyes soon fell on Feng Qingyan, and they couldn't help but feel a little surprised. The students didn't mean to ridicule or disdain, they just found it very strange.
How many literary talents can there be without opening a literary palace?
At this time, even the teaching edict and the teaching edict looked at each other in disbelief. When the great eunuch saw him, he whispered to persuade: "Qingyan, your literary palace has not yet been opened, so there is no need to rush to be called a literary talent."
It would be ridiculous if a Sanding gentleman who is famous all over the world cannot be said to have a few liters of literary talent.
It was precisely because of this concern that the great edict persuaded him in a low voice.
"Qingyan just wants to give it a try."
Feng Qingyan bowed respectfully and said he didn't care too much about his literary talent.
A cold wind blew, and a quiet woman in white walked behind the students. Her black hair was like ink, and she looked otherworldly, like a goddess descending from the sky.
She stopped and looked at the Taiping elephant quietly.