Hold on to the green mountains and don't let go.

The roots are originally in the broken rock.

Thousands of blows and blows still make it strong.

Let the wind blow from any direction.

At this moment, the first floor of Qingfeng Pavilion was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

The scholar picked up the pen, splashed ink, and stopped writing in one smooth and seamless motion.

Looking at his expression again, he seemed very calm and composed, and it didn't seem like he did it on purpose.

It seemed that writing a good poem was as easy for him as eating and drinking water!

But before everyone had time to think about it, their attention was attracted by the new poem on the table.

Still the same elegant and fresh font,

Floating like a cloud, agile like a startled dragon.

Some knowledgeable monks frowned.

What kind of calligraphy is this? Regular script? It seems not to be a regular script, but a variation of it, with the uprightness and stability of regular script, but also with an elegant and free-spirited style.

But most people did not pay attention to Zhao Rong's handwriting, but instead focused all their attention on the "spectacle" of the new poetry.

I saw a green mountain appear out of thin air on the paper, with cliffs thousands of feet high. A green bamboo stood tall and proudly in the crevice of the cliff. Strong winds blew from all directions, but the bamboo remained unyielding and unyielding.

This new poem can actually make the artistic conception burst through the paper!

Everyone suddenly felt that the air around them seemed to be heavier.

The cultivators with high cultivation levels even noticed that the spiritual energy in their sea of ​​​​qi was stirring.

The lobby was quiet for a moment.

"Fallen Flower Grade... I have my own realm."

Someone opened his mouth with dry lips.

Most people remained silent, but the breathing in the hall became heavier.

Especially those cultivators below the Haoran realm, all of them stared at the poem "Falling Flowers" with burning eyes.

When they saw the Ascension Tower Products before, they were able to remain relatively calm because the Ascension Tower Products can only be used by cultivators in the Haoran Realm and above to increase their spiritual energy cultivation.

And now, the song in front of me is the Fallen Flowers song!

Countless monks on the mountain have been stuck at the bottleneck of Fuyao Realm, but now the ink treasure that has a chance to allow them to directly advance to Haoran Realm is right before their eyes. How can they remain calm?

After signing his new poem, Zhao Rong put down his pen and observed for a moment. He found that some people looked at him strangely. He suddenly reacted and immediately rolled up the two pieces of rice paper on the table that contained the poems.

I heard that once poems and verses about the state of self are perceived and absorbed by people, they will become ordinary things.

Fortunately, in such a short period of time, no one was able to resonate with the emotions and blend with the artistic conception of this poem about falling flowers.

Otherwise, I would be at a huge loss. This is what I promised to give to Brother Sanbian. I must be careful when I write poems in the future...

Some people with fiery eyes put away their poems as if they were guarding against thieves, and looked at him with murderous eyes.

Zhao Rong chuckled, raised his hands to play with the pair of beautiful jades on his waist, and looked at those people with a calm expression.

All of a sudden, most of the impulsive people calmed down, and the few who still had some thoughts did not dare to show it on their faces.

Although the scholar in front of him has no cultivation, he is indeed a scholar of Linlu Academy. The fact that he can casually compose a poem about falling flowers is even more incredible. It is very likely that he is not an ordinary student of the academy, but a disciple of the headmaster or a certain teacher.

You should know that the headmaster of Linlu Academy is one of the people with the highest cultivation level in Wangquezhou, and he is famous for protecting his shortcomings and being "reasonable" in the mountain.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, feeling that the tiger skin from Linlu Academy was quite useful.

He turned his head to look at Liu Sanbian, who had a complicated expression in his eyes, and smiled lightly.

"This is a small gift from me, please accept it."

What surprised Zhao Rong was that Liu Sanbian did not refuse at all and directly took over the two poems.

"Thank you, sir."

Immediately, Liu Sanbian looked at the crowd again and glanced at some people with a sinister look.

Zhao Rong followed his gaze and looked at the people with ugly expressions, thinking that he should be more careful in the future and not be as reckless as today. Although he had the flag of Linlu Academy, what if people didn't buy it?

Most of the people around who knew the whole story looked at Liu Sanbian with envy.

A low-grade spirit stone was exchanged for a poem of Dengloupin, a poem of Youwozhijing, and a poem of Luohuapin, and he even made friends with a promising student from Linlu Academy.

This can be considered a great blessing on Wangquezhou Mountain.

Some people are jealous and regretful.

Some people secretly sigh that everything they drink and eat has its destiny.

Liu Sanbian whispered a few words to Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong nodded, picked up the book box again, and followed him to leave.

The girl in green, who had been watching Zhao Rong's every move, blushed.

She actually witnessed with her own eyes the birth of a poem about falling flowers. These things that she could only see in the mountains or books in the past were now happening in front of her!

She looked at Zhao Rong in a daze, and when she saw him about to leave, she quickly pulled out her handkerchief and chased after him.

I wonder if he is willing to be...a pen pal with me and exchange letters.

However, there were many people who were more enthusiastic than the girl. When they saw Zhao Rong was about to leave, they hurriedly surrounded him.

The girl couldn't squeeze forward and was anxiously walking around on the periphery.

Behind her, her senior brother sighed when he saw this. The scholars in Linlu Academy are beyond the reach of our small sects.

"Sir, do you have any good poems? Qingfengju is willing to buy them all at a premium."

"Sir, please stay. I would like to invite you to my house for a chat."

"Sir, can you come to Shiji Mountain as a guest?"

"Young Master..."

"Young Master..."

Zhao Rong waved his hands and walked outside. The people who gathered around him did not dare to block his way, so the crowd made way for him and Liu Sanbian to walk through.

It was not until then that Zhao Rong truly realized how much the scholars who could write poems of high quality could attract the lower-level monks. The status of these scholars in the academy on the mountain was probably similar to that of the traffic stars in the previous life...

No wonder they are so enthusiastic.

The Xuanhuang Realm is so vast that there are more than twenty countries and dynasties in the southwest of Wangque Continent alone. There are tens of thousands of ordinary mortals, but the proportion of those with talent in cultivation is extremely small. Most of them are waste practitioners like Zhao Rong.

Except for a very small number of geniuses among these practitioners, most of them will be stuck at the bottleneck of the Fuyao realm for more than ten years, not to mention the later realms such as the Haoran realm. The standard of graduating from the Jindan realm at the age of 28 in the Four Prefectures of Taiqing is simply a fantasy for them.

But this is the cruelty of the world of cultivation in the mountains. Those with outstanding talents will break through the barriers along the way and obtain the most resources; while those with insufficient qualifications, faced with a bottleneck in their realm like an inconceivable chasm, can only sigh in despair and with resources scarce, they can only grab the "leftovers".

Therefore, the high-quality poems that can help people save decades of time in spiritual practice are extremely attractive and are highly sought after by the monks on the mountain.

Zhao Rong finally squeezed out of the crowd and arrived at the entrance of Qingfengju.

At this time, there was a person standing outside the door whom Zhao Rong did not expect.

Haven’t run away yet?

Zhao Rong glanced at Lin Qingxuan, then looked away and prepared to leave.

However, Lin Qingxuan took the initiative to "stop" him.

At this moment, Lin Qingxuan looked pale and did not hold a folding fan in his hand.

"It is Qingxuan who is blind and does not recognize the great man. I am sorry for bothering you, sir. I hope you will forgive me!"

He bowed to Zhao Rong.

The waist is bent very low.

Zhao Rong didn't say anything, nor did he dare to stand up.

He felt very humiliated at this moment.

But when he thought of Linlu Academy, his heart trembled and he had to hold it back.

Although his family, the Lanxi Lin family, is not necessarily afraid of making enemies with a scholar from Linlu Academy, it also depends on whether it is worth it.

Normally, he was arrogant and domineering outside, relying on his status as a direct descendant of the Lanxi Lin family. However, he knew in his heart that he was not valued in the family. Although he was a direct descendant, he was far inferior to his elder brother who was highly regarded by the whole family.

If his brother knew the cause of today's incident, his fate would be even worse than it is now.

Zhao Rong stared at him for a while, and finally said the first words to him since they met.

This was also the question Zhao Rong most wanted to ask the villains when he read novels.

"Why did you take the initiative to provoke me?"