As soon as the system finished speaking, Zhang Zifan, who was about to take action, was slightly startled.
When Wen Quxing appeared in this world, he didn't expect his luck to be so good.
What is Wenquxing?
Wenquxing, one of the names of stars, is the fourth star of the Beidou.
The Wenqu star governs cultural fortune, and the Wuqu star governs military fortune. The two correspond to each other.
Wenquxing is the star in charge of literary fortune. People who write well and are hired as high officials by the court are Wenquxing.
Zhang Zifan never expected that in addition to Chen Sheng, the son of fate, in the small Wenyuan Continent, there would also be a reincarnation of Wenquxing.
There is no doubt that both Chen Sheng and the so-called Wenquxing will rise strongly in this era of great changes and great strife, and will even surpass those so-called ancient supreme beings.
If he accepts these two people as disciples, let alone Zhang Zifan, he will be the one who gathers great fortune. From then on, everything will go smoothly.
Luck is a very wonderful thing, which can be understood as the symbiosis of fate and cause and effect.
To put it simply, luck is luck.
It sounds illusory, but in fact it is like cause and effect, time, space, etc., filling every corner of the world and affecting every living being.
You have to admit that some people are born with good luck and are extremely lucky.
You can pick up treasures when you go out. If you are pushed off the cliff by the enemy, let alone die, you can also pick up some secret martial arts realm or a peerless magic weapon under the cliff.
Every time he survives from a desperate situation, he rises strong again and fights back all the way. Even novels dare not write this.
This is luck!
On the contrary, some people are rotten to the core.
You can fall down wherever you go, and you will either be cheated or deceived.
To sum it up in one sentence, nothing works, it seems to be contrary to the whole world.
This is obvious bad luck and bad luck.
And like Chen Sheng, the son of destiny, and those who descended from Wenquxing, they are all accompanied by great luck. If they can conquer such chosen sons, it will be like these good fortunes will be added to themselves.
Zhang Zifan can not only help them grow up quickly, but when these chosen sons become stronger, they will also feed their luck back to Zhang Zifan.
No matter how strong a person is, he remains alone.
But when a group of people become stronger and help each other, the superposition of luck becomes even more terrifying.
Once Chen Sheng enters the imperial realm and masters the road of destiny, he can understand the little destiny technique.
And Zhang Zifan, with the blessing of the system, can understand the Great Destiny Technique, and the benefits he obtains are even more than Chen Sheng.
Because he, Zhang Zifan, also has good luck.
The same is true for Wenquxing.
As long as Zhang Zifan finds him and accepts him as his disciple, it will be a blessing for both of them.
"System, who is this Wenquxing?"
The power of the soul penetrated the body and instantly covered millions of living beings in the entire Star Reaching Tower.
With Zhang Zifan's strength, not to mention these ordinary creatures, even the two supreme masters Cen Fuzi and Dan Qiusheng could not escape his detection.
But with the power of the soul, I searched several times and still found nothing, so I had to ask the system.
[Master host, you can’t talk about this little one. 】
[The younger one can only say that there is Wenquxing here, but whether he can be found and whether he can be accepted as his disciple all depends on the host's ability. ]
As soon as he finished speaking, the system fell into silence.
Obviously, the time has come to test Zhang Zifan.
Zhang Zifan drank the wine in one gulp, recovered his soul, and looked around with interest.
The so-called children of luck, before the awakening of luck, are no different from ordinary people, or even inferior to ordinary people.
Chen Sheng is the son of destiny, but his own destiny is extremely bumpy.
The qualifications are worse than a pig, a waste among wastes.
If he hadn't met Zhang Zifan, Chen Sheng might not be able to activate his luck in his life.
A thousand-mile horse still needs Bole's discerning eye, and the same is true for this Wenquxing.
It is difficult to detect only with the naked eye and the power of the soul, which involves the so-called "conditional method".
However, Zhang Zifan is not in a hurry. If he is in other places, he may not have the information to find Wenquxing.
Don’t forget, this is the Star Reaching Tower, and this is the Wenyuan Conference!
"Master, it's our turn!"
While thinking, Chen Sheng suddenly said:
"Master, do we want to participate in this Wenyuan Conference?"
As Chen Sheng spoke, the void in front of him condensed into a picture scroll, hovering in front of everyone, like a piece of white rice paper.
"What is this for?"
Xiao Yue'er blinked her eyes and curiously looked at the void scroll in front of her:
“Can it be eaten???”
"..."
Chen Sheng sweated violently and waved his hands repeatedly.
Zhang Zifan smiled and looked around. In front of the millions of creatures in Zhaixinglou, there was basically such a void scroll hovering.
Some people closed their eyes and meditated.
Some people lowered their heads and pondered.
And some people confidently pick up their pens and ink and start painting on the spot.
This is......
"Master, we are running out of time. Let's... let's write a poem quickly?"
Chen Sheng pointed at the increasingly blurred void scroll and explained anxiously:
"This Wenyuan Conference is titled "Wine", and we need to compose a poem on the scroll before it disappears."
"Based on the quality of the poems, you can enter the second round and the third round until the top scholar of this Wenyuan Conference is selected."
Hearing Chen Sheng's explanation, Zhang Zifan raised his eyebrows, which was quite interesting.
After hundreds of years, the format of this Wenyuan Conference is innovative, and it is very different from the previous life of the Book Sage.
"Then it's up to you to compose the poem, as a teacher... I will appear later as a teacher."
I have three hundred Tang poems and countless Song lyrics and poems in my mind. If I recite one at random, it will be a masterpiece that will last forever.
Wang Zha naturally had to stay behind, leaving the limelight to Wen Quxing.
After all, finding Wenquxing is the most important thing right now.
"Okay, master, don't worry. Although my apprentice has no hope of becoming the number one scholar, if he advances to the finals, it should be...no big deal!"
After receiving Zhang Zifan's approval, Chen Sheng took up his pen and poured out the ink. After a moment of reflection, he began to paint the scroll in the void with great eloquence.
He was originally from Bailu Academy. He had read poetry and books since he was a child, so it was natural for him to recite poems and compose poems.
And as he comprehended the "God-level Spiritual Enlightenment", his own destiny also began to change, and a terrifying power resurrected in his body.
While Xiaoyue'er was chewing the spirit fruit, she looked at Zhang Zifan with a smile on her face, and couldn't help but said with disdain in her heart:
"This big pig's hooves obviously doesn't know how to recite poems and compose poems. How can he talk about being a master?"
"If you can compose poetry, this fairy...this fairy will wash your clothes for the rest of your life!!"
"..."
Hearing the little fairy's thoughts, the corners of Zhang Zifan's mouth raised slightly.
The power of the soul once again penetrated the body and scanned the entire audience.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Wow!!
When the time came, the densely packed void scrolls suddenly dispersed into nothingness.
Millions of poems floated to the depths of the Star Building at the same time, where there was a professional jury.
Most of the judges are great emperors, and the worst are saints.
The Emperor's single thought can cover the entire Wenyuan Continent. Although there are millions of poems, they can be distinguished according to their quality in two breathless hours.
call out!
call out!
call out!!
...
Golden light fell down one after another, and the monks who successfully entered the second round were covered in rich golden light. The Tianzihao Pavilion where Zhang Zifan was located was also wrapped in golden light.
The golden light in the sky once again turned into a void scroll, and the second round of competition began. It was still about reciting poems and writing poems, and the theme was still "wine".
Zhang Zifan nodded, and his apprentice Chen Sheng picked up his pen again and began to write.
With a sweep of his spiritual thoughts, Zhang Zifan discovered that there were only a hundred golden lights in the entire Star Reaching Tower.
In other words, there are only a hundred people who successfully entered the second round.
From a million people to a hundred people, the elimination rate is indeed a bit high.
The soul was covered in these hundreds of golden lights, Zhang Zifan's eyes were slightly stern, and he quickly found the person who had descended from Wenquxing.
A thin scholar with a proud face, but the most important thing is that he has a black mole on the back of his hand.