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Chapter 050 This is the world famous

Under night.

On Meihua Mountain, where the plum blossoms are in full bloom, there are still huge crowds of people.

"Feng Qingyan, a disciple of Confucianism, won the first place in the world's literary list with his three talents promoted by three fights and three promotions."

The singer in front of the stone tablet sang nine times in a row, and the sound filled the world.

It shocked countless people on and off the mountain.

The name spreads all over the world.

Three sounds are enough to move the world.

Six tones are famous all over the world.

The nine sounds are famous all over the world.

Taibulantai's Tianxia Bang, which list and which ranking is sung and how many times is very particular.

In general Tianxia rankings, such as Tianxia Wenhua Ranking, Tianxia Shaoqin Ranking, etc., the number one ranked is sung nine times, the number two is sung six times, the top ten is sung three times, and the tenth and last are sung once.

However, some Tianxia rankings are special, such as Junzi ranking, Qin Jun ranking, etc.

Gentleman of the First Cauldron is sung three times, Junzi of the Second Cauldron is sung six times, Junzi of the Three Cauldrons to Eight Cauldrons are sung nine times, and Junzi of the Nine Cauldrons is sung twelve times.

However, Qin Jun Bang, Qi Jun Bang, etc., only have no ranking, and are all sung nine times.

Nine is the extreme and twelve is the ultimate. It can be said that nine is full and twelve is perfection.

And it has been sung twelve times, which is the highest sung in Taibulantai.

"Three buckets, three promotions and three combinations?!"

"How can it be so high?"

On Meihua Mountain, some young students who were visiting Taiblantai at night were shocked, and some could not believe their ears.

This is one bucket, two liters and three tons higher than the original number one.

"It's really scary to have such a high level of literary talent before you reach your weakest years!"

"This Feng Qingyan seems familiar."

"Isn't this Mr. Sanding?"

"Yes, it is Mr. Sanding! Mr. Qingyan!"

"It's impossible. I heard before that Mr. Sanding has not opened Wen Palace yet..."

When the young student realized that the man with three fights, three promotions and three combined talents was a Sanding gentleman, he couldn't help but be stunned and was completely shocked by the name Feng Qingyan.

In just three days, it was sung all over the world nine times by Taibulantai twice.

Moreover, he was quickly regarded as a role model by young people all over the world.

This is true fame all over the world!

Children, women and children all over the world know this.



Outside the royal city.

On the river slope next to a farmland, there were several green cattle, large and small, eating night grass.

A strong green bull with a broken horn heard the singing officer on Meihua Mountain singing Feng Qingyan's name nine times. He became excited and said to the other green bulls: "I want to go to Sanding Gentleman. You can do it."

Come with me?"

"You, a little bull demon, also want to join Mr. Sanding?"

A Qingniu couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and said with contempt: "Sanding gentleman has not reached the age of weak crown, but with three fights and three promotions, he has been ranked first in the world's literary list. He is high up and is a model for the world. In the future,

I will definitely become a great Confucian, why would I want you?"

"Why not?"

asked the strong green bull with a broken horn.

"What is the identity of Mr. Sanding, and what is your identity?"

The green cow said with disdain, and even stepped on the mud on the ground, "Sanding Gentlemen are the colorful clouds in the sky, and you are the mud on the ground. This is the difference between clouds and mud, and even more so the difference in the sky!"

The broken-horned green bull was startled, it seemed that this was really the case.

"Besides, what can you do for Mr. Sanding?" Qingniu asked again, "Do you want Mr. Sanding to support you for free?"

"I, I..."

Duanjiaoqing Newton was speechless, as if he really didn't know what to do for Mr. Sanding.

"Can you sharpen ink? Can you write? Can you organize books?" The mocking Qingniu asked again, "Can you play chess, calligraphy and painting, or can you know the classics and history?"

The broken-horned green bull shook his head in despair.

"If you don't even know these things, how can you go there?"

Qingniu shook his head, not intending to continue laughing, and advised: "You are just a little bull demon, but I am a famous gentleman in the world. There is a huge difference in status."

"Perhaps like a fox demon, put a few small red flowers on your head to remove the fragrance from your red sleeves." A ruffian cow came up and laughed.

"Don't you dare humiliate me!"

Duanjiaoqing was furious, glared at the ruffian, and said angrily: "You can't humiliate the Sanding gentleman! How can you, the little calf demon, humiliate the Sanding gentleman?!"

"How can I insult you?"

The ruffian cow got angry when he saw the green bull with broken horns, so he quickly took a few steps back.

"Although I am not a human being, I still stand upright like a man in the world. How can I put a little red flower on my head to humiliate myself?" The Broken Horn Green Ox snorted coldly and said sternly: "Also, if your words are heard by a great scholar, they will definitely be punished.

I'll kill you! I'm warning you again, disaster comes from your mouth! If you don't restrain yourself and continue to talk nonsense, you will definitely die in disaster one day."

"snort!"

Although the ruffian cow was afraid of the scholar, he was very unhappy when he was scolded by the strong green cow. He snorted coldly and left.

"Everyone, I'm leaving."

The green bull with broken horn ignored the ruffian bull and said to the other cows.

"Are you really going to leave?"

Qingniu, who was originally mocking, said, seeming a little worried, "But what can you do for Mr. Sanding? Mr. Sanding, how can Mr. Sanding accept useless cattle? You can't even read a word of Chinese characters, you are just a small plowing cow. Let me see.

, why not join us and plow the fields honestly? What's wrong with plowing the fields?"

"I pull the cart for the gentleman Ke Sanding."

The broken-horned green bull said proudly. After speaking, he ignored the stunned expressions of the other green bulls and ran towards the north. At the same time, he also left a message, "Wealth and honor, don't forget each other!"

"Haha, you are just a farmer, how can you be rich? You are laughing at me!"

When the ruffian saw the strong green bull running away, he laughed and said:

Other green bulls also believed that the broken-horned green bull did not recognize the fact that he was a farm cow, and actually wanted to join the world-famous Sanding gentleman. He simply did not know how high the world was.

"Within a few months, he will return in embarrassment."

The ruffian ox vowed, "I will definitely laugh at him then..."

The mocking green cow shook its head and dug up grass roots to chew.



When the broken-horned green bull ran wildly towards the north full of expectations.

There are also many fairies and ghosts in the world. After hearing Feng Qingyan's name spread all over the world, they rush to the north one by one, hoping to join the Sanding gentleman who is famous all over the world.

There are skinny stray dogs, strong and handsome horses, and graceful white fox demons...

They came from all over the world.

Some of them are admirers, some are for wealth, some are looking for a place to live...

There are also literati who have been down and out for half their lives, depressed and frustrated, and shabby and dusty warriors. Although they are anxious and uneasy, they also hope to join the disciples of Sanding Gentlemen, hoping that one day they will be famous all over the world and be able to return to their hometowns in glory.

They all came with beautiful dreams.

They all believe that they can shine under the guidance of Mr. Sanding.

Although he knew that the journey was far away and even needed to cross half of the world, he did not stop. However, if he only relied on his feet to walk and crossed half of the world, how many years would it be?

Dreams, sometimes can only be dreams.




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