The two men also exuded a righteous aura, standing in the air more than ten meters high as if they were standing on flat ground.
"Great scholar!"
"teacher!!"
Lin Che recognized one of the two figures; it was Ji Bu.
"Lin Che, it's actually you."
Ji Bu was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and stepped down from mid-air.
"It's you. You wrote this war poem? Great, great. That's great!!"
Lin Che still has great respect for this great scholar. He wants to cling to him tightly. If he has any questions about righteousness in the future, he will consult the great scholar.
"Great scholar, these are two poems written by this junior. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."
"Don't be so modest. This is a war poem, a golden war poem. You've made tremendous contributions to the Great Gan, are you aware of that?"
Ji Bu's face was full of excitement and he wanted to take the two pieces of paper to examine them carefully.
Another great scholar was faster than him and had already picked it up.
"Everyone, hold back your righteous spirit. Do not activate the power of war poetry at this time. This kind of war poetry will lose most of its effectiveness after just one use."
The great scholar had a rosy face and spoke in a strong voice. He first read the first poem and then went to the second one.
"Huh? That's not right! That's not right!!"
Ji Bu frowned. If someone else said this, Ji Bu would ignore it.
But the great scholar next to him, named Shi Shangliu, was his senior brother in terms of seniority. He must have noticed something was amiss.
"Brother Shi, what's wrong? These are all golden war poems."
Shi Shangliu pointed at the first poem and said, "Judging from the aura just now, this... Lin Che, must have achieved a breakthrough while writing the poem. The first poem was a golden war poem. This second one, with an even stronger murderous aura, should be a crimson war poem. What's going on?"
Ji Bu was also awakened as if by surprise: "Oh, Lin Che. Your first poem is a golden war poem. If you had channeled a little more righteousness into the second poem, it would have definitely been a scarlet war poem. The difference between scarlet and gold is more than ten times!"
Shi Shangliu suddenly slapped his thigh again. "Oh, you're writing war poems, why are you standing here? If you take a few more steps and step onto the Mingzhi Terrace, you'll surely receive the blessings of the righteous energy of heaven and earth from the Confucian sages of all ages. I'm afraid both of your poems will become crimson war poems!"
"Lin Che, you're so confused! Can't you just take a few more steps to get on stage? While the golden color is beautiful, the crimson war poem is even more unprecedented!!"
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