When Chen Luo shouted, Ji Zhong dodged and rushed up to the high jade platform.

"Xiao Ji, are you ready?" Chen Luo asked.

Xiao Ji sighed as if he was resigned to his fate: "Come on!"

Chen Luo reached out and put his hand on Xiao Ji's chest, and activated the Star Absorbing Technique!

…

"What is Wan Anbo doing?" Everyone in the Beifeng Tower saw Chen Luo's actions and looked strange.

A suspicious look flashed in Nan Yuanxi's eyes: "Is this...could it be? No way..."

…

Red Sleeve Academy.

"Die Fei, is this Wan Anbo's quirk? When you are usually with Wan Anbo, does he treat you like this?" Liu Mengrui suddenly came to Cheng Diefei's side.

Cheng Diifei looked at Chen Luo's palm on Xiao Ji's chest in the shadow, then looked down at himself, and patted Liu Mengrui angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, Brother Chen has never touched me!"

Liu Mengrui curled her lips: "That's right! I overheard my father and aunt saying that the more you rub there, the bigger it will become. I think you seem to have gotten a little bigger recently."

"Bah, bah, bah, that's nonsense!" Cheng Diifei's face turned red instantly, but her heart still moved, and she lowered her head and glanced down, "Really...has it really gotten bigger?"

…

"Wen Xiang, Chen Luo, is he..." Ye Heng finally couldn't hold it in any longer and asked again.

"Your Majesty, you'll be fine soon." Wen Xiang said with a smile.

Ye Heng:￣へ￣

…

"Sir, are you okay? I'm about to die." Ji Zhong's face instantly turned pale. Chen Luo sensed the endurance of his meridians, nodded, and stopped the star-absorbing technique.

Ji Zhong staggered a step before he managed to stand still. Chen Luo curled his lips and said, "Xiao Ji, you still need to strengthen your practice. You won't be able to do it as soon as I suck you. This is not good!"

Ji Zhong didn't have the strength to answer, so he held his last breath and carefully jumped from the edge of the high platform.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Bai Qingqing frowned, her heart full of vigilance, worried about what kind of conspiracy this was.

Chen Luo stretched his body: "Don't be nervous, I just breathed in a little Haoran's righteousness."

After saying that, Chen Luo exuded the awe-inspiring righteousness in his body, and for a moment Chen Luo was enveloped in the azure light of awe-inspiring righteousness.

Almost at the same time, the whole place burst into exclamations.

Zhou Zuofeng suddenly stood up in surprise, Ye Heng also subconsciously grabbed the handle of the seat, and Ye Qu next to him had an expression of disbelief on his face.

Even Fa Xiang, who was always as steady as a mountain, looked at Wen Xiang in surprise.

…

Beifeng Tower.

The sound of countless teacups falling to the ground was heard, but no one paid attention. Everyone looked at the man standing in the blue light in the virtual shadow.

"What happened?"

"What do my eyes see?"

"What did Wan Anbo just do to turn him into a Confucian scholar?"

"Has Wan Anbo been hiding it all this time?"

Everyone had different guesses in their hearts. Only Nanyuan Xi shouted in his heart——

"The Star-Absorbing Technique! This is the Star-Absorbing Technique! The martial arts in "Swordsman" exists! It exists!"

…

Bai Qingqing's face, which had always been wearing a decent smile, changed color for the first time. She looked at Chen Luo, who was shrouded in awe-inspiring righteousness, and felt panicked.

Could it be that Daxuan Wenchang Pavilion has developed some method that can allow ordinary people to become Confucian scholars?

Those billions of people in Daxuan, aren't they...

Thinking of this, her voice trembled uncontrollably: "Wan... Wan Amber?"

Chen Luo chuckled and said, "Young Master Qingqing, it's my turn."

With that said, Chen Luo walked towards the Holy Page of Spring and Autumn.

The eyes of the entire Zhongjing City were following Chen Luo's movements. At this time, everyone had already reacted to the shock of Chen Luo turning into a Confucian scholar in an instant.

After all, the literary competition is still in progress.

Ordinary people can't think of that much. They only know that Wan Anbo has great righteousness.

Those who were a little thoughtful also calmed down. Now that Wan Anbo suddenly gained great righteousness has been exposed, there will always be a conclusion later. The most important thing now is that Wen Lei cannot lose!

For a time, everyone's focus fell on the literary competition.

Neither Wang Bugui nor Fang Xiujie left any ink marks on the holy page.

Tian Xiangwan wrote a poem that has been handed down from generation to generation, but was unable to write three more poems, so he failed in writing.

I originally thought there was no hope, but I didn’t expect Wan Anbo to become a Confucian scholar!

He wrote "Du Shiniang" and "Swordsman";

He also wrote his first elegant song "Lovesickness Ling";

Maybe I won’t lose this literary competition!

…

Chen Luo walked to the first holy page, picked up the brush, and the aura of righteousness in his body penetrated into the ink. Chen Luo suddenly felt that the paper and pen in his hand seemed to be connected with himself. As long as he wrote elegantly, the aura of awe-inspiring righteousness would flow along the barrel of the pen.

Send it over.

"Wan Anbo, have you thought about it?" Bai Qingqing couldn't help asking when she saw Chen Luo staring at the brush in a daze.

Chen Luo came to his senses.

"Four poems and essays. There is no limit to the poems and songs. They are related to time and are at least handed down from generation to generation."

"Four songs in a row, the first one is linked together."

"The four songs must have the same rhythm."

Chen Luo gently repeated the restrictions proposed by Bai Qingqing.

In the shadow, everyone could only see Chen Luo wearing a scholar's robe, holding a pen and writing ink, with a smile on his lips and muttering to himself.

…

"Wan Anbo, I'll give you my life!" In the Linglong Tower, an oiran shouted in his heart, "Enough is enough, no matter what poems you write, this look is enough!"

"Don't make any noise, Wan Anbo is about to start writing!"

"Meng'er, lower your head, your bun is blocking my view of Wan Anbo!"

…

In Hongnu's small courtyard, Luo Hongnu looked at the shadow cast by the shadow stone, gently touched the piano, and a melody flowed from the strings.

"Girl, aren't you nervous?" The little maid stared at the shadow, feeling her mouth dry.

"Why are you nervous? There is no other poem in this world that can stump him!" Luo Hongnu said lightly, "I'm just here to support him playing the piano!"

As he said this, a song called "Swordsman" played in the small courtyard that was hard to find in the world!

…

On the high jade platform, Chen Luo picked up his pen and wrote on the first holy page.

"The warm sun and wind in the spring mountains,"

"Langgan pavilion curtains,"

"In the Willow Swing Courtyard."

"Crying orioles and dancing swallows,"

"The flowing water on the small bridge is red."

…

"It's an elegant tune!" A great scholar recognized the tune at a glance, "This is a spring scene. Yes, his four poems must be about spring, summer, autumn and winter. It is the time and years. It is so wonderful to break the theme!"

"Not only is the topic brilliant, but look at this elegant piece. The first line of it is 'The warm sun and the wind in the spring mountains'. A spring breeze rushes towards your face. The distant mountains and green forests, the bright and warm sun, and the warm spring breeze make you feel comfortable when reading it."

Another great scholar said.

"That's right, the next sentence 'Langgan pavilion curtains, willow swings in the courtyard', from far to near, railings, pavilions, curtains, willows, swings, small courtyards, each are independent, but connected together, they all reveal the feeling of spring. I feel like

I saw the swing swinging in the courtyard and heard the laughter from my young daughter.”

"The most wonderful response is the last two sentences, 'orioles are singing and swallows are dancing, and the water on the bridge is red', which turns people's eyes from the courtyard to the sky, and from the sky to the wilderness. It is a brilliant spring."

"This song describes spring in every sentence, and paints spring every word, just like an ink landscape, with just a few strokes, it is beautiful and timeless!"
To be continued...