"The word 'love' is a divine work. Today everyone has opened their eyes."
"Next, the second question: [Sword]. As the saying goes, a true man should carry a three-foot sword and accomplish unparalleled feats. He is the gentleman among weapons, the king of all weapons. Write a poem based on the sword."
Shen Wansan announced the second question, and a swordsman walked out from the crowd.
"I am Guan Xiu, but I have some understanding of swordsmanship and would like to give it a try."
"Wang Wei."
"Linghu Chu, I've learned some swordsmanship, so I'm brave enough to give it a try."
"I am Zhou Wenpu, and I will be here to teach you."
"Meng Haoran wants to give it a try."
"Li He, I'm taking a break today. I'm here in a good mood. Please teach me the way of the sword."
Several people walked out, all holding long swords. Just as they stood still, another swordsman came out from the crowd with a wine jug.
"I am Li Bai. I am not well-versed in martial arts, but I know a little about poetry and swordsmanship, so I came up to give it a try."
"Fuck, Li He and Li Bai are both here."
“Every one of them is a great god.”
"A great poetry competition of the highest caliber. This poetry competition will go down in history."
The players in the crowd exclaimed.
Players would be too embarrassed to come out and copy this kind of battle between great poets. Otherwise, all the great poets from the Tang and Song dynasties are here, and it would be embarrassing to come out and show off one's skills in front of them.
"Everyone, the sword has its own way, not calligraphy. Without the art of swordsmanship, just writing poetry would be a bit monotonous."
Shen Wansan waved his hand, and saw several wooden plaques descending from the upper floors of Fangze Pavilion, replacing the previous scrolls.
"To cultivate one's swordsmanship and write poetry, one should convince the public with swordsmanship, and use the sword as a pen to carve the poetry into a plaque."
"good."
"Good idea."
"Good, that's it."
Cheers erupted from the crowd. Shen Wansan's request undoubtedly added a lot of interest to this 'poetry competition'.
“Everyone, please.” Shen Wansan quickly stepped aside.
"Then I'll make a fool of myself."
Guanxiu came out first, looked up at the wooden plaque, drew his sword from its sheath, and jumped up.
"When you are forced to come, you cannot be free; when a dragon soars and a phoenix soars, it is difficult to stop it."
"A hall full of flowers intoxicates three thousand guests, a sword freezes fourteen states."
“…”
The sword intent burst out from Guanxiu's body and fell onto the wooden plaque. In an instant, the sword intent was rampant in Fangze Pavilion, stirring up huge waves.
The cold sword intent lowered the temperature in Fangze Pavilion by ten degrees. The onlookers couldn't help but shiver, and frost formed in the center of the stage.
"It's a bit cold."
Su Nu couldn't help but lean towards Lin Han.
Finally finding some warmth, she hugged Lin Han's arm directly, but her eyes were still on the poetry competition venue, reluctant to move away.
This is the demeanor of a cultivator.
"Are all practitioners so powerful?" Su Nu asked curiously.
"This is considered weak. The powerful practitioners are all in the court." Lin Han's eyes glanced at a corner in the crowd.
"How strong is the most powerful cultivator you have ever seen?" Su Nu did not let go of Lin Han. Now Lin Han was her hot water bottle.
"I am the most powerful." Lin Han said with a smile.
"You are so shameless." Su Nu laughed and said, "I am serious."
"The most powerful cultivators can, with a single movement of their hands, pierce the sky, shatter the earth, cut off rivers, and move mountains and seas."
"So powerful?"
"right."
"So you said you are the most powerful and you can break rivers and move mountains and seas?"
"all right."
"You have no shame. You brag without proof." Su Nu laughed angrily, her eyes returning to the scene.
At this moment, Guanxiu had finished writing, and the guests in the audience burst into enthusiastic applause.
"I'll do it."
"I'm coming too."
"Sorry for the poor performance!"
Meng Haoran, Li He and Linghu Chu walked out one after another. At the center stage of Fangze Pavilion, the sword intent was raging, shocking everyone.
When there is martial arts in writing, even gods will cry.
The righteous spirit, the intention of ghosts and gods, the realm of loneliness, the sword intentions of several people are different, but the momentum is enough.
"Let me do it!"
The Zhao guest wears a long Hu tassel, and the Wu hook shines brightly with frost and snow.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, which gallops like a shooting star.
Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
When the work is done, I will leave, hiding my body and name.
I passed by Xinling and had a drink, and took off my sword and placed it across my knees.
…
"Fuck, game over."
"Li Bai has pulled out his trump card. It seems that in this situation, he has no choice but to use his real strength."
“…”
When Li Bai appeared on the stage, the atmosphere in the venue reached its climax.
…
Xiaotian Dog sniffed the crowd carefully, but found no smell.
After searching all the cities where Yang Chan might have come from, I finally found her presence in the imperial capital. However, when I followed her presence, she disappeared inside the imperial capital. Now I have no clue where to go.
"Master, it's not here. The smell disappeared after entering the imperial capital."
"Can't smell it at all?" Yang Jian asked with a frown.
Yang Jian looked around the crowd and indeed did not find Yang Chan. It was not a good time to open his third eye, otherwise he would alert the Human Emperor and they would be in trouble.
Yang Chan likes the hustle and bustle of the world. When she came to the imperial capital, she should have come to participate in such a grand event, but no one was there now.
"He disappeared completely this time. Either he deliberately concealed his breath, or he washed and changed his clothes." Xiaotian Dog said.
This Xiaochan.
Yang Jian sighed. Daxia was a big country with a large population. If he wanted to find Yang Chan, he would need to open his third eye in the capital of Daxia.
But the capital of Daxia has three great saints: Nuwa, Master Jiang and the Human Emperor.
If he were to be exposed, Uncle Jiang would not attack him, but the Human Emperor might not.
"What should we do, Master?" asked Xiaotian Dog.
"She likes the hustle and bustle, so she must still be in the imperial capital. Let's keep a low profile and search for her first, but don't alert the people in Daxia."
"Yes." Xiaotian Dog nodded slightly.
Yang Jian fixed his gaze on the poetry competition scene and looked up at the calligraphy scroll hanging in the center.
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