"Wan Anbo is going to write the second song."

"Is it the painting or the brick?"

"It should be a painting. At least there are some things. That brick, to be honest, I don't think I can solve the problem and get it!"

At this time Luo Sanqiu also showed a smile, his goal was the last brick.

Others don't know that his master once studied with Wan Sheng and knew Wan Sheng well.

Therefore, only he can be sure to invite the Holy Will of All Saints.

The holy will of this deity acts as a magic weapon, and its power is even stronger!

Even if Chen Luo invites the second Holy Will, as long as he fails to recite the stone brick, and he is the last one to come on stage, and invites the Holy Will of All Saints to become the weapon spirit of the stone brick in front of everyone, he will be able to overwhelm him in terms of momentum.

Press Chen Luo.

Your own face can be picked up from the ground.

"Work hard. The better you perform now, the stronger you will be for me later." Luo Sanqiu couldn't help feeling proud, and gave Chen Luo an encouraging smile.

Chen Luo sensed this and turned his head. Seeing Luo Sanqiu's friendly smile, he was moved in his heart.

What a broad-minded scholar!

So Chen Luo also nodded to Luo Sanqiu, saying that he would never let him down.

Chen Luo looked at the painting. It was just as Wen Xiang said. All the people and cattle on it were gone, leaving only a cart of fuel, but the fuel was also mixed at this time.

"Hey, wherever there is carbon in the painting, it is all smeared into a ball. If someone hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have been able to tell that it was a car full of carbon."

"Yes, if I must say it, I feel more like a piece of coal now, a huge coal stone."

"It's just a bunch of black anyway, it's just what it is!" A great scholar said helplessly, "It's just a useless treasure!"

"No matter what it is, this dark mass is not easy to chant!"

"Let's see how Wan Anbo breaks the situation."

…

Chen Luo looked at the ruined painting. To be honest, he was confused at first. Just as those great scholars said, this dark picture would have been unexpected if it wasn't for the literary reminder that it was related to "The Charcoal Seller".

What is it?

But now, it does look like a piece of coal, the kind of coal that has just been dug out of the ground.

It would be fine if it was really a useless treasure, but he was so close that he could still feel a trace of warmth coming out of the black mass, which made people feel warm in this cold winter.

Then that poem!

When Chen Luo raised the brush, everyone held their breath immediately, as if they were worried that their breathing would interrupt Chen Luo's thoughts. Even Yan Baichuan turned his head and stared.

After all, he was a little embarrassed to take out this cultural treasure, so he said that he was satisfied that three cultural treasures could invite two holy wills.

I saw Chen Luo writing on the stone tablet, and a rhymed poem appeared on the stone tablet.

“When you cut through the chaos, you will find black gold, which contains the deepest yang and meaning.”

"The fire burns brightly and rejuvenates the spring, and the furnace shines brightly through the night."

"Ding Yi Yuan relies on the force of birth, but the iron and stone remain in the heart after death."

"I hope that everyone will be well fed and warm enough to go out of the mountains and forests without any trouble."

The stone tablet shook suddenly, and a strong heat emitted from the stone tablet. Suddenly, the Bagua symbols in Bagua Square lit up instantly!

"Succeeded! The Holy Spirit succeeded!"

"Oh my god, Wan Anbo really turned carbon into coal. This is a song "Ode to Coal"!"

"Poems have been written for thousands of years, and this is the only one who sings about coal!"

"Amazing, amazing, amazing!"

"At this time, every sentence is written about coal, but every sentence is about the sages who dedicated their lives for the human race. It feels like 'the spring silkworms will die only when they die, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up'!"

"'I hope that everyone in the world will be well fed and warm, and go out of the mountains and forests without any trouble.' This is a holy wish! Wan Anbo has made a holy wish!"

"Look, which holy spirit was summoned?"

At this time, the yin-yang fish in the center of Bagua Square suddenly stopped rotating, and a blue light and shadow appeared.

"The saint's heart is impermanent, but he takes the hearts of the people as his heart!"

"Di, you have met the descendants of our clan!"

The sound came out and the whole place was in an uproar!

"Xiang Di, it's Xiang Di!"

"See Di Xiang!"

All of a sudden, the whole audience bowed and bowed, paying homage to the former famous prime minister—Di Renjie!

In the previous dynasty, there was a prime minister called Di Renjie. He loved the people like a son, kept the people at home and abroad, and was deeply respected. Later, he became a saint and resigned from his position. Hundreds of millions of people cried and begged for three days, hoping that the half-sage would continue to be the prime minister, but Di Renjie refused.

Before leaving, he wrote on the wall of the prime minister's house the warning that "the saint's heart is impermanent, and the heart of the people is at heart", which became the motto of all those who are determined to "live for the people"

The green light of Di Renjie's holy will fell on the stone tablet of "Ode to Coal". The stone tablet seemed to turn into a ball of flame, and then fell into the residual painting. The residual painting was burned by the flames. In the firelight, a star

Faintly red coal and stone emerged, and a warm and domineering holy power swept across the Bagua Square!

As soon as the coal and stone appeared, it immediately turned into a black light and stopped behind Chen Luo.

"The most important treasure of transformation is the most important treasure of transformation!" A great scholar exclaimed.

Yan Baichuan also showed a look of surprise. Transformation is a manifestation of the power of some treasures to change their form and become closer to the way of heaven. The edges of this residual painting were made of coal and stone, and the meaning of the entire cultural treasure has also changed. Now even if Di Xiang's

Even if the holy will leaves, this coal and stone will still be a great treasure of literature and art.

Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Luo again, feeling joy and worry mixed in his heart for a moment.

I am happy that Wenchang Pavilion has added another important treasure, but I am worried about how to reward Chen Luo.

For the previous rewards, Wenchang Pavilion has already spent the expenses of the past three years. Looking at Chen Luo's age, he will probably be able to clear out Wenchang Pavilion before he is forty years old!

But it won’t work without a reward, the Bamboo Sage is watching!

"Alas..." Yan Baichuan sighed, try to become a saint within twenty years, and just leave this mess to the next Minister of Literature to deal with it!

Thinking of this, Yan Baichuan felt a little more relaxed.

At this time, Chen Luo's eyes fell on the stone brick.

…

"Old Leng!" A great scholar who had placed a bet came to Leng Hanbing and said with a smile, "This is the last song, and it's still that stone brick with no origin. You will definitely lose this time. When the time comes,

When exchanging bets, I have to be the first one."

Leng Hanbing's eyes were firm: "Humph, what do you know? Based on my understanding of Wan Anbo, he must leave what he is sure of last. Just stay with me and don't leave. Wait for the first one to take you in.

bet!"

"Tough talk!" The scholar didn't take it seriously. After all, Leng Hanbing was going to go bankrupt soon, why couldn't he be allowed to say a few words?

One poem and two saints, how easy is it!

Let's think about it carefully now. It would be better to let Leng Hanbing do something for him when the time comes!

After all, we have been friends for many years, so we always have to do some private work for him to pay off his debts!

…

Chen Luo looked at the brick carefully.

The brick is a bit yellow due to its age, but it has been covered with a thick layer of slurry due to eighty thousand years of use. At a rough glance, it looks like a brick-shaped jade.

In this world, the building bricks used by the people are also made of a mixture of lime and glutinous rice, so Chen Luo chose the poem early in the morning.

"There is a special session today!" Chen Luo thought in his mind and picked up his pen.

…

"It has begun, it has begun, the last poem is about to begin."

"Leng Daru's bet on Wan Anbo's poem and two saints, whether he can succeed or not depends on this!"

"One poem, two saints? I think a border poem might be able to invite a saint's will!"

"In my opinion, maybe writing a poem about border homesickness can kill two birds with one stone!"

Luo Sanqiu also looked at Chen Luo with a smile, waiting for Chen Luo to fail.

Naturally, he heard the discussions of these great scholars, and some of them deliberately raised their voices. It seemed that they were discussing, but in fact they were giving Chen Luo advice.

However, it is impossible to succeed!

This brick is not a city wall brick at all, and it does not have the slightest hint of homesickness. When Wan Sheng was young, he was once surrounded by a group of gangsters and forced Wan Sheng to take the place of theft for them in exchange for a reward of silver.

Wan Sheng casually picked up the bricks scattered on the ground, willing to die rather than obey, and finally fought off the gangsters.

From now on, the Halloween brick will never leave your hand.
To be continued...