As soon as this line of text fell, it was like a strong wind passing by, and all the visions of articles and strategies in the entire Hall of Heroes were immediately extinguished.
In the main hall, Wang Xiaonian was still writing furiously, and his strategy was coming to an end. The energy erupting from his article became stronger and stronger, and the phantoms of the saints in the sky became more and more solid, and their momentum became more and more powerful.
However, when the literary spirit of Chen Shaojun and Liao Boya burst out, boom, as if they were hit hard by a passing meteorite, the literary spirit of Wang Xiaonian's article suddenly shook violently, and the light that soared into the sky suddenly dimmed.
It has grown so much that it looks like it could burst at any time.
"What?"
Wang Xiaonian suddenly stopped writing, turned around, and looked at Chen Shaojun and Liao Boya in front of him, his whole face turned dark.
Given that Wang Xiaonian's literary attainments would receive such a huge impact, others could only imagine.
Zhang Ze was the first place winner in the last Luyuan Poetry Competition. This time, his articles were as literary as the scorching sun. The strong light turned the entire hall into a blazing day. However, when the literary spirit of Chen Shaojun and Liao Boya
After bursting out, the blazing light was extinguished immediately, disappearing in an instant and disappearing without a trace.
It felt like being completely repelled by a huge, unimaginable force, and it was impossible to express the saint within this scope.
"This is!"
Zhang Ze's eyelids twitched with a look of shock on his face. He looked in the direction of the two of them and vaguely understood something.
Along the way of literature, regardless of the grade of poems and articles, as long as they reach a certain level and reach the point where the article becomes holy, visions will naturally appear. The higher the grade of the poems and articles, the more magnificent the vision will be.
And regardless of the quality of the article, everyone's articles go their own way and generally do not interfere with each other. Even if someone within a short distance writes an article as bright as the bright sun, every word of the article can still burst out with light and produce this kind of phenomenon.
All the articles in the temple were extinguished, and all the articles on policy and discussion were suppressed. Even his articles were no exception. There was only one explanation -
That is, in this Hall of Heroes, there appeared an article, no, to be precise, two articles, which were several levels higher than everyone else and reached a certain extreme state.
As long as their articles are within the scope of manifesting the saints, it is like a mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, and other articles of insufficient quality cannot manifest the saints at all.
"The world of literary acting!"
At that moment, Zhang Ze seemed to understand something.
The brush in his hand snapped and fell unconsciously. At that moment, Zhang Ze looked stunned and was speechless. He never thought that he would be able to see such a legendary chapter in his lifetime.
It is necessary to continue the comparison.
The moment these two articles were published, the winner of this literary gathering had already been decided, but he was not among them.
However, on the other side, Chen Shaojun and Liao Boya were still burying their heads in their desks and continuing to write. The literary spirit bursting out of their policies was getting stronger and stronger. Looking around, in the entire hall, only Wang Xiaonian's articles could continue to shine.
, after all, it is blessed by the essence of the ancient sages, and it is not so easy to be extinguished.
However, just looking at the status of Wang Xiaonian’s articles, it is obvious that he is on the verge of collapse and cannot hold on for much longer.
"What kind of article is this? Even the spirits of saints can be suppressed! Could it be——"
"Never seen before, never seen before! I never thought I would be able to see such a situation in my lifetime!"
Everyone present had a look of shock on their faces, and all the scholars and scholars looked over at Chen Shaojun and Liao Boya in the front.
However, ahead, the articles written by Chen Shaojun and Liao Boya had changed. Boom, in the blink of an eye, stars burst out from their literary aura at the same time, not one or two, but thousands, like
A starry sky emerged.
Article star!
Judging from the visions that appeared to the two of them, they should be of this level, but any of Wen Xingdou's visions could not be of such magnitude.
"This is the world of literary and artistic performances! This is the world of literary and artistic performances!"
A Confucian scholar looked up into the void with an extremely excited expression.
The article shows several realms, the writing is about to form an image, the writing is about the sky and the Han Dynasty, the writing is about the heaven and the earth, the ghosts and gods appear, and the saints are coming. Most of them stay in the realm of the writing about the image. A small number of people can reach the state where the writing is about to reach the sky and the Han Dynasty. Among them, Zhang Ze
Wen Ruhaori belongs to the pinnacle of Wen Zhuxiao Han, and Wang Xiaonian's realm is higher than Zhang Ze's, faintly communicating with heaven and earth, attracting the appearance of sages (the attainments of sages are lower than those of the disciples, not the saints among the descendants)
.
The article manifests the five realms of sainthood, and it is even more difficult to improve each small level, let alone the improvement of such a large realm.
In ancient times, writing about heaven and earth was an article that only sages could write, because sages understood the heaven and earth, knew the past and present, and could distinguish between yin and yang. The articles they wrote coincided with the great road and evolved the world.
It’s just that now that the scholars are extinct and the sages are gone, most literary geniuses can achieve the ultimate level of writing like a bright sun. As for the world of literary performance, only the poetry scrolls of ancient sages collected in the treasury of literature and art can do it.
But nowadays, almost no one has witnessed it with their own eyes, and no one has ever seen with their own eyes the birth process of a literary and acting world-level article.
"boom!"
The vibrations in the main hall became more and more intense. It seemed that it could not bear the fact that two articles about Wen Yan Tiandi were born here at the same time. The artistic conception was so huge that it almost burst the entire roof of the hall. Everyone even heard a harsh glazed gold sound in their ears.
The sound of rustling and trembling.
In the main hall, as Chen Shaojun and Liao Boya wrote, the vision presented was still changing.
"Look!"
Suddenly, someone screamed, and green grass sprouted under everyone's feet. Moreover, these grasses grew at a speed visible to the naked eye under everyone's eyes.
"River! Look, there is a river!"
Immediately afterwards, everyone heard the sound of gurgling water.
Looking around, he saw the white waves in Chen Shaojun's body. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a raging river, washing through the void and sweeping across the entire hall.
Almost at the same time, the same strange phenomenon appeared in Liao Boya.
What was originally just an inaudible gurgling water suddenly became overwhelming, and the sound of the waves was deafening.
At the feet of Chen Shaojun and Liao Boya, two broad rivers washed out directly, meandering, flowing under everyone's feet, and finally flowing all the way outside the palace.
Even though they had already known that this was a vision shown in the article and was not real, this sudden change still shocked everyone greatly.
"Incredible, so real!"
In the main hall, a scholar opened his eyes wide with shock on his face.
When the waves rushed towards him, he even felt cool and cool, as if even his clothes were wet.
The two people's articles were still evolving, and before everyone could react, buzz, without the slightest warning, the entire Hall of Heroes suddenly dimmed, turning from day to night, with only the stars in the sky still scattered in the void.
"Times have changed, and their articles have changed with the seasons. This is the real world of literature and acting!"
In the corner of the main hall, a great scholar looked up into the void, as if he saw something, and his face was full of joy.
This is not a change in the two people's articles, but the exchange of yin and yang between the two people's articles, changing from day to night. With the passage of time and the change of seasons, it is the real and complete world.
Sure enough, right after, two terrifying pressures fell from the sky and enveloped the entire hall. At that moment, everyone felt it was difficult to breathe.
Immediately afterwards, a huge mountain suddenly appeared in the hall. The surface of this mountain was covered with textures. When viewed from a distance, the textures gave people the impression of some unknown ancient thing.
Words implicitly contain the principles of heaven and earth and the power of the great road.
In the distance, the Minister of Rites, standing above the main hall, saw the shadow of the mountain, and his eyelids twitched.
"It's ancient Mount Tai!"
The Ministry of Rites is in charge of books on various sacrificial rituals, and is well versed in various rituals and sacrificial rituals, including the lost ancient Taishan sacrificial rituals.
According to rumors, all the land in the human world are connected together to form a complete ancient continent. On this continent, there are undulating mountains, each of which is a giant peak reaching into the sky. Among them, the tallest and most majestic one is known as
Connected to the sky, the ancient Mount Tai is the head of thousands of mountains and the head of the earth.
According to rumors, the ancient human emperor ascended the throne there, and the three emperors of heaven, earth, and humans established their affiliation there. From then on, every emperor in ancient times, after ascending the throne, would go to the ancient Mount Tai to perform the Taishan Grand Ceremony to obtain the blessings of heaven and earth.
But then the world changed drastically, and the ancient Mount Tai suffered some kind of impact and suddenly disappeared overnight. Some people said that Mount Tai collapsed and turned into the billions of mountains that exist in the world today.
With the disappearance of Mount Tai, the Taishan Ceremony as the highest sacrifice has naturally disappeared. However, the related sacrificial rituals and the appearance of Mount Tai have been handed down along with the recorded ancient books.
This was something that all the ministers of the Ministry of Rites, the Minister of Honglu Temple, and the emperor had to learn. Especially the appearance of ancient Mount Tai, he was very familiar with it, so he could recognize it at a glance.
"It's good enough that the articles written by ordinary people can communicate with the sun, moon and stars. Their articles can actually communicate with the ancient Mount Tai, making the disappeared ancient Mount Tai reappear in their articles. How great are the literary attainments of these two people?
ah!"
The leader, the Minister of Rites, had his eyelids twitching wildly and his heart was shaken.
Although he is the Minister of Rites, he is probably far inferior to these two young men in terms of literary attainments.
But the situation in the main hall was still changing. Without any warning, strands of green bamboo suddenly pierced the ground beside the two of them and sprouted out of the ground. The bamboo quickly turned into a forest, transforming into houses, and the houses were connected again.
It became a piece of land, turned into a city, and finally turned into a small world.
In this small world, there are the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and all things, everything is contained in it, and it changes with the seasons, the stars move around, there is day and night.
"Unbelievable, is this the world of literary and acting?"
"It's terrible, it's terrible."
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At that moment, everyone seemed to be in a dream, faintly lost in these two small worlds.
