The Taiping elephant stands on the void, looking up to the sky and roaring from time to time, looking a little restless.
"Really want to try?"
In front of the holy temple, the great edict pondered for a moment and then asked, "You haven't opened the Wen Palace yet, so I'm afraid the Wen Cai..."
"A gentleman is not ashamed of his literary talent, he is only ashamed of his failure to catch up." Feng Qingyan said with a smile that he was now a student in an academy and no longer had to worry about his literary talent.
No matter how talented he is, he can catch up and never lose to others.
As he walked, he said: "When people know their shame, they become brave."
"good!"
The great edict said with a face filled with joy.
The students couldn't help but nod their heads when they heard this. This is indeed the case, especially those with little talent, and encouraged themselves in their hearts.
The Sanding gentleman has not yet opened the Wen Palace, so why don’t we have the opportunity to catch up?
At this time, under the different eyes of everyone, Feng Qingyan curiously stepped onto the white jade stairs, but did not feel anything strange, just like walking on an ordinary staircase.
He was a little surprised and walked up step by step.
boom--
But there was a sensation behind him.
When he stepped onto the first step of the white jade stairs, a sheet of books appeared above his head, and a large volume of books appeared on his second step.
By the third step, there is already a mountain of books above your head.
Others appear in one roll after another, but he appears one by one. It's really amazing.
The students in the square were dumbfounded, wondering if they had seen it wrong. Is this still the Unopened Wen Palace?
Many students looked as if they had seen a ghost and were frightened.
"Isn't Feng Sanding a civilized palace?" A student said in shock, "How, how could it... turn into a mountain of books?"
The student next to him shook his head numbly.
The more books that are transformed, the higher the literary talent is.
Feng Qingyan walked up step by step, and the mountain of books above his head became bigger and bigger, and soon exceeded the mountain of books in Yanshan.
At this time, the square seemed to explode, and the students were extremely shocked.
"This this……"
“It’s hard to believe!”
"How come there are so many? It has far exceeded Yan Yidou..."
Before Feng Qingyan could stop, the mountain of books above his head had already shocked everyone.
"Good! Good! Good!"
The old teacher Yu Zhangxiu was so excited that he danced and said.
Many of the teachings and teachings were also shocked and became a little exciting.
"This literary talent is definitely worthy of a fight!"
A young teacher exclaimed, "He is indeed a Sanding gentleman. He has such terrifying literary talents before he opens a literary palace. If he opens a literary palace..."
In the crowded square, Mu Yu's eyes were like a pool of autumn water. His gaze was elegant and noble, which made the students around him feel ashamed and did not dare to commit any blasphemy.
"As expected of senior brother..."
She knew that Feng Qingyan had extraordinary talents, but she didn't usually show them off, but she didn't expect that he was so high that he turned into a mountain of books.
The mountain of books grew bigger and bigger as everyone was shocked.
But Feng Qingyan's footsteps did not stop, and he continued to walk upward step by step.
"It's too big, I can't bear it..."
"This Shushan is more than twice as big as Yanshan..."
All the students were shocked and let out bursts of exclamations.
The literati, dignitaries, etc. who came to watch the ceremony were also shocked beyond measure by the mountain of books above Feng Qingyan's head. Moreover, some of them couldn't understand why the Sanding gentleman, who was less than a year old, had such a high talent.
After all, human energy and time are limited.
If they are old doctors who have studied hard for tens or hundreds of years, they will believe in how much literature there is and will not be too surprised.
But how old is Mr. Sanding?
Looking at eighteen or nineteen years old, he could only be in his early twenties at most.
As for Rong Tao, Yu Yuan, Mei Lan and other students, they were so shocked that they trembled all over and even turned a little pale.
What is despair?
That mountain of books that is still growing is despair!
As Feng Qingyan was walking and recalling his past life, volumes of books fell crazily from the night sky above his head, as if there was a river of books above him.
At this time, everyone was stunned and raised their heads one by one.
"this……"
Baili Kun, the great edict, seemed to see a vast sea of books in the night sky, and his whole body became sluggish.
How can this be?
Even if you have a photographic memory, you will not be able to learn such a vast amount of knowledge in just a dozen years.
Do Sanding gentlemen know it from birth?
At this time, not only the great edict saw the sea of books in the night sky, but almost everyone saw it.
The sea of books in the night sky seems vast and boundless, and I don't know how many books are hidden.
Everyone is as petrified.
This is no longer a measurable literary talent...
It's a pity that Feng Qingyan couldn't remember it in the end, and the vast sea of books in the night sky quickly disappeared.
"My eyes must have been dazzled."
Some students shook their heads and confirmed that there was no sea of books in the night sky.
Although most students think that they have seen it wrong, how can the teachers and teachers suspect that they are dazzled?
It is indeed a vast and despairing sea of books!
What makes people regretful and relieved is that the vast sea of books did not fall in the end.
At this time, Feng Qingyan could not walk up.
"You, literary talent has three fights, three promotions and three combinations."
A slightly hoarse voice fell in the night sky.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, how could it be possible that there were only three buckets, three liters, and three combinations? That mountain of books was more than three times bigger than Yanshan's, so it must have at least four or five buckets, right?
But no one questioned the Taiping phenomenon.
Three fights, three promotions and three combinations are enough to shock the world.
Feng Qingyan was slightly surprised when he heard this, it was more than he expected.
But when he walked down, he still didn't hear the singing from the temple, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised. Was this... a delay?
How old am I?
Feng Qingyan looked at his white hands. They were very young. How about nineteen years old? He didn't know how old he was, but he was considered eighteen or nineteen for the time being.
The students in front of the holy temple were even more surprised. Could it be that Feng Sanding has passed his weakest years?
Even if you have passed the age of weak crown, you just can't get on the world cultural list, but the temple will still sing it.
Why is it not sung in the holy temple yet?
Just when the students and teachers were feeling regretful and surprised, they missed another world-wide fame.
"Feng Qingyan, a student of Burial Mountain Academy, was ranked first in the world's literary list with his three talents promoted by three fights and three promotions."
The singing of Eighty-one Academy came from the holy temple.
When the singing started, not only Burial Mountain Academy exploded, but also the Eighty-Third Academy. This not only made it difficult for students from Sanshang Academy and the top ten academies to believe it, but also for students from other academies.
Three buckets, three liters and three combinations are one bucket, two liters and three combinations higher than Yuntian, which originally ranked first.
In other words, there is a mountain of mountains between the first and the second.
This time the Temple Square really exploded.
Many students were so excited that they were trembling all over. For a moment, they could not control their literary energy, causing their literary energy to escape and explode.
At this time, Feng Qingyan looked at the night sky curiously, and "Breaking the Void" appeared inadvertently. He saw traces of literary destiny and heard the tripod-shaped imprint in his mind.
The three gentleman's cauldrons are clearly numbered.