The thunder and lightning broke through the dark clouds and split the thick mist, as if exploding in front of everyone's eyes, making many people's scalps feel numb.
The celestial phenomena in Yunmengze are indeed a bit scary.
but.
This does not stop the ships on the Nu River from sailing towards the Great Lake.
At this time, several men and women carrying swords in the pavilion looked coldly at the boats that started to dock. Sharp sword intent burst out from their bodies and slowly gathered towards the entrance of the pavilion. Ling hurriedly walked in the rain.
The young man was stunned.
These young people walking in the rain are all of extraordinary temperament and look to be around 20 years old.
"Chen Ze has met you all."
A young man in white clothes walked up to the pavilion and saluted everyone. He looked at the man and woman carrying the sword with some confusion, frowned and said, "What do you mean by this?"
"Who are you waiting for?"
A young man with a sword on his back said with a solemn face, alert but with some doubts.
It seemed that these people were not coming towards them, and they did not have the slightest intention to kill them. Instead, they looked a bit confused.
This made them secretly relieved.
At this time, more and more young people were getting off the boat, and they were all walking towards the pavilion in a hurry. They looked doubtfully at the men and women carrying swords who were blocking the pavilion. One of the young people frowned and said: "You guys stop us.
, are you trying to monopolize the Shenlai Pavilion? Isn’t this against the rules?”
The man and woman carrying the sword looked at each other, then stepped aside slightly to give up their position.
But he still didn't let down his guard.
The young people who walked into the pavilion looked at the young man carrying the sword with some doubts, and some frowned slightly.
These young men carrying swords do not look like literati, but rather like people from the Sword Kingdom.
This is because the people of the Sword Kingdom are too sharp and sharp, and everyone is like a long sword unsheathed. However, the eyes of many young people involuntarily fell on Feng Qingyan, and they were immediately amazed by the elegant appearance in white.
He couldn't help but show some surprise.
Dragon chapter and phoenix posture!
Who is this person? He is so charming?
At this time, both men and women carrying swords were very confused. What were these holy scholars doing in the pavilion? Now that the pavilion was occupied by more and more holy scholars, it was meaningless for them to stay. They looked at each other and walked out of the pavilion.
, quickly swept towards the big ship.
"Who are these?"
When the man and woman carrying the sword returned to the ship, someone in the pavilion asked questions.
"I'm afraid they are from the Sword Kingdom."
Chen Zedao.
"People from the Sword Kingdom? Why are the people from the Sword Kingdom coming to the Shenlai Pavilion?" A young man was stunned and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Is it possible that a reckless man wants to compete with us for the Shenlai Pen?"
"Even if we let them get the magic pen, will they use it?"
"I'm afraid I can't even write big characters."
"Boil the crane and burn the harp!"
“Cow chews peonies!”
Many young people in the pavilion laughed.
Feng Qingyan was a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that Chong Yunmengshen came to write. No wonder so many ships appeared in such a terrifying thunderstorm.
The Four Great Scholars and Four Treasures of the Zhou Dynasty:
But now, with Feng Qingyan's identity, status, and realm, he no longer has much interest in the world-famous magic pen.
Among the four treasures of the study, Yunmeng Shenlai's pen is the most rare, and its value far exceeds the other three treasures. The young man from the Sword Kingdom said it right, Shenlai's pen can create spirituality, and can even add finishing touches, and its power is very terrifying...
At this time, there were more and more literati in the pavilion, but they were all in their early twenties.
and.
Feng Qingyan also saw several girls, which surprised him.
"It's rare for us to get together in this situation, so why not compose a poem?" A scholar suggested, which was immediately recognized by many people and they all agreed.
While everyone was reciting poems, Feng Qingyan looked at the dark forest ahead.
But as time goes by.
The heavy rain not only did not stop, but became heavier and heavier, forcing the scholar to return to the boat to take shelter from the rain.
"Brother, please come to the boat to get together."
A young man came forward to invite me.
"No need, I was just passing by and went into the pavilion to take shelter from the rain and take a look at the rain." Feng Qingyan said, looking at the wind and rain that had not stopped and said, "Although the rain has not stopped and the wind has not stopped, we can still see the same thing."
Now, it’s time to leave.”
He bowed to the young man, walked out of the pavilion, and said to Qingmang, "Let's go."
"promise."
Qing Mang immediately trotted back to the bullock cart and put on the bridle (pèi) himself. Although the wind and rain had not stopped, he left naturally when the Lord said to go, without asking any questions.
At this time, the young man in the pavilion looked at Feng Qingyan with some doubts. Didn't he come to the pavilion to ask for a pen from the gods?
But who is he with such grace?
"Chen Ze, may I ask my brother's name?" Chen Ze, who had not returned to the boat to take shelter from the rain, saluted Feng Qingyan as he walked out of the pavilion.
Although wind and rain fell, they did not fall on Feng Qingyan.
The dripping water is not close.
This scene made several young people in the pavilion a little surprised.
"I'll seal Qingyan."
Feng Qingyan walked onto the bullock cart road.
When his name came out, all the young people in the pavilion were shocked, and excitement appeared on their faces.
"Meet the canonized saint."
"Meet the canonized saint."
The young people in the pavilion all saluted with respect and excitement.
At this time, the people scattered on the boats in the lake seemed to have vaguely heard it, and they immediately ran out of the boats and looked excitedly at the ox cart.
Unfortunately, Feng Sheng had already boarded the ox cart, and Qing Mang also pulled the ox cart towards the dark forest.
"No wonder he is so elegant and canonized!"
"Please stay for the canonization."
There were not only young people, but also middle-aged or elderly people on the boat, all watching the oxcart leave.
On the big ship of Sword Kingdom.
At this time, many figures also walked out, with a look of surprise on their faces. They really didn't expect that the other person was actually a world-famous saint.
And in the pavilion, they were rude to the canonization.
This made several young men carrying swords blush immediately.
Although they are not members of the Holy Way and do not read the scriptures of the Holy Way, they know etiquette, justice, integrity and shame, and know filial piety, loyalty and trust.
"It turns out he was canonized."
A woman carrying a sword realized later and became curious, "Brother, what is the realm of being a saint?"
"It seems to be the realm of literary masters, right?"
A young man carrying a sword thought for a while and said, although they have heard of the name of the saint, they don't know much about the saint. After all, the sword country does not belong to the world of the holy way, and does not care too much about the affairs of the literati.
.
"Being a saint can only lead to the realm of literary masters?"
The woman carrying the sword was surprised, with a look of astonishment on her face.
"What's so strange about this? Although the canonization is famous all over the world, we are about the same age as us." The young man with the sword on his back said, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I heard that the canonization of the saints into the Burial Mountain Academy is not easy.
Two and a half years later, when the saint entered the Burial Mountain Academy, the Wen Palace had not yet been opened."
"Wouldn't that mean that in less than two and a half years, you would become a literary master?"
The woman carrying the sword said in shock.
"In less than two and a half years, we opened the Wen Palace, created the Holy Technique, destroyed the Nether City, made the Void Saint, destroyed the weird, cleared the Netherworld, and suppressed the Ghost Emperor..."
A woman wearing a white cloak carrying a sword walked out, looked towards the direction where the ox cart was leaving and said, "How can this be compared to the realm of literary masters? Being a saint has already jumped out of the realm we are pursuing so hard and entered