Under the moonlight.

Just in Bu Jinghong's sight, Li Chenan's steps gradually became firmer.

His waist was getting straighter and straighter.

The words Xiang Bu Jinghong said about fate were actually what he said to himself.

This stems from his inner anxiety and panic.

He believed that he could take Ningguo to a new height as the regent or even as the Emperor of Ningguo.

He also thought that if he did business by himself, he would definitely become the richest man in the world.

He was full of confidence in doing many things, but he was not sure about Zhongli Ruoshui's illness...

As we got closer and closer to the Sword Tower, Zhongli Ruoshui's illness was in trouble again.

He didn't know if Zhongli Ruoshui could survive this winter by relying on Xiao Wu's medicine.

He didn't know whether he could understand the ten remaining magical techniques of the Bu Er Zhoutian Art and become the Grand Master in the more than 10 years before next winter.

Grandmaster!

There are only a handful of great masters in this world.

It is obvious that it is not easy to get into the door of the Grand Master.

He once thought that doing his best would be left to fate, but if Zhongli Ruoshui really died in his arms... he didn't know how to face it.

So he also had the idea that this was his own life.

He also placed this hope on God's mercy.

This idea is negative.

It's more like a reason to excuse yourself.

So, after listening to Bu Jinghong's story, he said those words.

To Bu Jinghong, he is also cheering himself up—

Faith is not omnipotent.

He just hopes that he can face it more actively.

Walking into the tent, looking at Zhongli Ruoshui's sleeping soundly, Li Chenan's expression became more and more firm:

"My life is up to me and not to God... Your life is up to me and not to God!"

He turned around and walked out of the tent and sat in the moonlight. The movements in Xiao Huang's book emerged in his mind again.

He closed his eyes.

Enter into meditation in a moment.

So, a figure gradually moved under the moonlight.

Bu Jinghong looked at him from afar, and his eyes became more and more admired—

The gentleman is already a half-step master and is still practicing hard.

I am just a mid-level skill in the first level, but I have not touched my sword for many days.

"My destiny is up to me, not to God!"

"Take my sword and kill this sky!"

He got up and drew his sword.

He slashed a fierce sword against this day!

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...

Dongxu City, Wenhui Tower.

Thousands of poems were sent to the third floor of Wenhui Building.

There are no students and literati in the ink-splashing pavilion and then write, but the lotus pond is much more lively than before.

Their poems have been handed over. Regardless of success or failure, this matter has come to an end. These originally nervous students have become much more relaxed, so they gathered together in groups, talking about their poems, and also exclaimed a surprised praise for the poems of a boy.

At this moment, the three judges were still looking at the poems carefully.

At first, my face was quite excited and full of expectations.

Not long after, the excitement gradually disappeared, and it was caused by waves of shaking the head and sighs.

Wu Qian was watching while drinking tea, and his heart became colder and colder.

Half past, but there is still no poem that makes these three judges amazed... Are their requirements for this poem too high?

Are they too influenced by Li Chenan’s poems?

Didn’t you agree to choose a few taller ones from the shorter ones?

Could it be all shorter?

He turned his head and looked at Xia Hua, his eyes narrowed suddenly.

Xia Hua looked at the beam of the room, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of her mouth!

What is she laughing at?

Could it be that I laughed at my little signature?

Xia Hua didn't go to see Wu Qian, and of course she didn't think about Wu Qian.

Her mind was thinking about Li Chenan's style when he was in Ningguo's literary world during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year--

Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I heard it a lot and the fragmented pictures seemed to be pieced together.

That was a wonderful scene.

He fought against the sixteen talented men of Yue State alone!

He wrote sixteen poems without thinking, which made the talented men in Yue unable to write a single word!

How arrogant that is!

What kind of spirit is that!

If he had participated in this literary gathering tonight, he would have thought that he could have made poems that shocked the world, which would make these students in Wu feel ashamed.

pity……

The smile on Xia Hua's face slowly restrained in Wu Qian's sight, and gradually became like the cold moonlight.

Wu Qian withdrew his gaze and knew that Xia Hua was not thinking about her past.

She must be thinking about that dead ghost!

Or that deceased gentleman!

He took a deep breath and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Tomorrow, the first thing to do is to Zhao Qiu’s ninth floor into the East Palace!

Li Xiaofeng must be killed when he arrives at the Sword Cleaning Tower!

If this palace breaks your thoughts on Xia Hua, your heart will probably be taken back and you can see the goodness of this palace!

Thinking of this, the three judges finally finished the review of so many poems.

They each chose three poems and handed them over to Xiao Guizi.

Xiao Guizi took it and presented it to Wu Qian.

A smile appeared on Wu Qian's face:

"Not bad! Although there are only nine songs...well, in my opinion, these nine Mid-Autumn Festival poems are much better than before!"

He turned a page of paper and looked at the next poem, and said, "Originally, the literary style of Ning Kingdom was better than that of Wu Kingdom. After years of great encouragement from his father, he has seen a brand new atmosphere."

He turned over another page, looked up, looked up at the ministers, and waved the nine words in his hand:

"I think that although the poems from Yuejian Academy will take two days to deliver them, just these nine poems... there are signs of surpassing Ningguo!"

Wu Qian suddenly stood up and looked at Prince An Wu Huan: "Second Brother,"

Wu Huan was so scared that he was shocked and thought to himself that you would boast. Why did he call me on the head?

He also stood up quickly and bowed: "I'm here!"

"Your attainment in poetry and articles is far above me. I ask you, you...you have to tell me the truth!"

Wu Huan was stunned for a moment and looked up: "Your Highness, I will speak for you!"

"Well, I think these words are no less than those of Li Chen'an. Do you think my view is biased?"

Wu Huan was shocked.

He studied Li Chenan's poems very deeply, and even built a banished immortal building in his vassal area because of his love!
To be continued...