When everyone woke up from Huang Liang's dream, their faces were already full of shock.
Sun Mo condensed the Sacred Heart, and what's even more frightening is that it only took him half a day!
"Sun Yasheng, how did you do it?"
Ji Xiangdong asked respectfully, with respect in his words, just like a student asking for advice from his teacher.
"This holy book seems to allow famous teachers to review their own lives. I have some advantages because I experienced life and death a few years ago."
Sun Mo was not too self-conscious and answered generously: "It's almost certain that he can die."
Everyone was stunned, not expecting this kind of answer, and then they all saluted respectfully.
Even several Yasheng competitors are no exception.
Zhou Yasheng looked depressed and wished Sun Mo wouldn't speak.
Next, the fighting skills continued. Chen Zhiming didn't want to wait, so he took the initiative and was the second to read the holy book.
As Sun Mo left the main hall, the crowd of onlookers also decreased a lot. After all, Chen Zhiming was not famous, so it was really boring to see someone sitting alone.
One day later, Chen Zhiming came out of concentration and nothing happened to him.
Xu Chunbo did not comment because he knew this was already a very good performance.
Gao Ning and Du Changgong appeared one after another, but nothing happened to them. When Fang Hong appeared, she suddenly realized the aura of a famous teacher.
It's called a heroine.
After this halo is cast towards a certain woman, her combat effectiveness will immediately increase several times, up to ten times.
"Yes, although Fang Yasheng has not condensed the Sacred Heart, but he has suddenly enlightened to a halo of a famous teacher, it also means that you have a high chance of being promoted to Yasheng!"
Xu Chunbo was really satisfied, because this was a brand new halo of famous teachers.
As the only female sub-sage competing for the sect master, Fang Hong was very proud and looked down upon the men like dirt.
"I want to be such a famous teacher!"
Gu Xiuxun was envious.
"It's better not to give it up. I heard her marriage is unhappy!"
Jin Mujie sighed, "You don't understand. It was after Fang Hong was heartbroken by a man that she devoted all her energy to teaching."
When the sixth Yasheng Zhang Shen appeared on the stage, everyone was speculating on what amazing performance he would perform. After reading the holy book for a long time, he suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood, and most of his chest exploded.
Everyone was stunned.
Although Zhang Shen survived the treatment of more than a dozen top doctors, his 'sacred heart' was broken.
Yes, he was only one step away from condensing the Sacred Heart, but in the end he failed because his will was not strong enough.
To put it bluntly, he has never experienced a state of mind comparable to life and death, and he is still confused about the path he pursues and adheres to.
This scene frightened everyone, but it would be too embarrassing to abstain, so the Yashengs went ahead.
The seventh person, Cui Kaizhi, closed the holy book one day later.
"I quit the race!"
After saying that, Cui Kaizhi left.
"Eh? Are you cowardly?"
The onlookers were dumbfounded. They felt that Cui Kaizhi might not be in the mood to study the holy scriptures this day.
It was Xu Chunbo who stood up and clarified for him: "Don't make random guesses or question his character. This holy book will make people see their own shortcomings. Cui Yasheng's willingness to abstain is also an improvement in his state of mind!"
The Holy Scriptures allow people to see their truest self.
As the saying goes, everyone does not know the true face of Mount Lu just because they are in this mountain.
People always instinctively reject criticism of themselves.
The fighting skills continued, and on the day Zhou Yasheng passed the test, Li Ziqi also rushed to the holy gate and witnessed him having an epiphany to realize his shame and then become brave!
This halo is relatively common, but Zhou Yasheng does not know it. This is because he has always been a proud man from childhood to old age and has never tasted failure, so it is impossible for him to suddenly realize this halo of a famous teacher.
But the blow brought by Li Ziqi was so great that Zhou Yasheng stopped thinking about tea and food. He was depressed all day long, making him wish he could turn back time to correct this mistake.
On this day in the Holy Scriptures, he experienced the sense of shame again, so it was logical that he had an epiphany and understood shame and then be brave.
The effect of this halo is that after a person is humiliated, he can burst out with great potential.
"Is this okay?"
Qin Yaoguang felt very angry.
"Zhou Yasheng has only made mistakes with Zi Qi in his life!"
Mei Ziyuxin said that this is the true talent of a top famous teacher. This accident might allow Zhou Yasheng to discover the way of a saint.
The last person to appear was the oldest Bao Dewei. Although he tried his best to hide it, many famous teachers could still see his wavering and entanglement.
Especially after he started reading the Holy Scriptures, his expression kept changing, either ferocious, horrified, or ecstatic, just like a lunatic!
Everyone even suggested that Xu Chunbo should wake up Bao Dewei, because they didn't want to see a sub-sage with a broken heart.
"Hey, he is also a poor man!"
Xu Chunbo sighed. Although he sympathized with Bao Dewei, he did not stop him because it was pity and would make Bao Dewei feel even more inferior.
Bao Dewei was successful at a young age and was also a famous teacher who set records. At the age of 250, he became an eight-star famous teacher. People said that he would become a sub-sage, but in the following hundreds of years, he has been wasting his time.
, even the threshold of Ya Sheng was only entered ten years ago.
When Bao Dewei came out of concentration, he was sweating profusely. In just one day, he was so thin that only skin and bones were left, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
His students tried to help him, but he pushed them away.
"I can leave!"
Bao Dewei's face was expressionless, but after his figure disappeared from sight, everyone heard a shrill wail.
He was unwilling to give in, but there was nothing he could do!
After all, manpower is really limited!
The second game is over, one person was seriously injured, one person retired, and there are still seven people left.
Xu Chunbo still did not comment on the game, but announced the start of the third game.
"As usual, the content of the competition must be getting more and more difficult. No one will die in this one, right?"
"Yes, every sub-sage is a treasure in the world of famous teachers. Not to mention dead, even if they are disabled, it is also a huge loss!"
"Hey, this is life! Since they have chosen to fight, they have to face this pressure!"
What Xu Chunbo means is that everyone has seen the performance of the Yashengs. When the game is over, they will naturally know who is the most suitable choice for the door master.
But looking at it like this, people will be eliminated in every game, and it is still unknown whether a single seedling will be left in the end.
The morning sun was exceptionally bright, making it a good day for the competition.
"A saint must be knowledgeable and well-spoken. He does not seek to write poems that will be handed down from generation to generation, but at least it cannot be too bad!"
Xu Chunbo was sitting in a wheelchair. After glancing at several Yashengs, he finally landed on Sun Mo: "So this is a poetry competition!"
Everyone was stunned, why was this third scene such a child's play?
"Sage, please forgive me for speaking frankly. Sun Yasheng is known as a master of calligraphy and painting. His poems are now being sung throughout Kyushu!"
"That's right, Master Li got drunk and wrote hundreds of poems in front of Master Li's palace. Now it is a legendary story that is well known to every household."
"Isn't this unfair to others?"
For famous teachers to say such things shows how outstanding Sun Mo is.
"If there is a poetry competition, I can abstain!"
Fang Hong smiled bitterly.
She had seen Sun Mo's works, and they were all masterpieces.
"Everyone, please be patient and listen to what I have to say!"
Xu Chunbo explained: "The third sacred object of the Holy Sect is a brush made from the ashes and hair of the first generation of saints. If a famous teacher writes something with it, if it is not sincere and if it is not attached with emotions, then the writing will disappear.
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"Although I am composing poetry, I can't do anything. It must be related to my status as a 'famous teacher'!"
Xu Chunbo limited the title: "By the way, the ink used is your blood!"
The sage pen was brought in, and it exuded a pure white light. One look at it made you feel heart-warming.
"Which of you comes first?"
Xu Chunbo was embarrassed to let Sun Mo take the lead again, otherwise he would be suspected of bullying others, but he overestimated the courage of the others.
"Sage, in front of Sun Shuangjue, who dares to show his embarrassment?"
Gao Ning smiled bitterly.
"Yes, I even want to give up!"
Chen Zhiming was also smiling bitterly.
"Sun Yasheng, should you come first?"
Du Changgong handed over his hand.
"You are so complimentary, I don't dare take it seriously!"
Sun Mo handed over his hand: "I'd better come last!"
Sun Mo did not appear, so the scene froze.
There is no way, everyone is really desperate.
"Zhou Yasheng, how about you come first?"
Fang Hong joked.
"..."
Zhou Yasheng raised his head and pretended to look at the scenery on the ceiling.
If you don't take action, it's called being clumsy, and if you have a broad mind that is willing to be defeated, but if you are crushed, it's called overestimating one's own capabilities.
"Teacher Niu Boyi!"
Qin Yaoguang almost shouted out, seeing the teacher's talent, he made everyone stay away.
"Sun Yasheng, it's you who do it!"
Xu Chunbo’s roll call.
"All right!"
Sun Mo didn't care. He walked to the altar table, looked at the rice paper laid out by the female secretary, and handed over a small knife.
Sun Mo took it, cut his finger, put the blood into the inkstone, and then picked up the sage pen.
What should I write about?
"Teacher, come on!"
Li Ziqi waved his fist.
"teacher!"
Lu Zhiruo put her hands together and prayed to Sun Mo.
An Xinhui, Gu Xiuxun, Mei Ziyu, and the others all have hope, trust, and admiration on their faces.
In their hearts, Sun Mo is the best!
The beauty is as beautiful as jade!
A man can never let down a girl who appreciates him!
I want to win this game!
No,
I am determined to be the leader of the Holy Sect!
A poem burst out in Sun Mo's mind. He picked up his pen, dipped it in blood, and splashed ink on the white rice paper.
When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill hundreds of flowers after they bloom!
The soaring incense array penetrates Kyushu, and the city is filled with golden armor!
boom!
When Sun Mo expressed his true feelings and finished writing the last word "A", the entire poem suddenly burst out with golden light, illuminating the entire hall with splendor.