Let the wind blow from east to west, north and south.
The first floor of Qingfeng Pavilion was completely silent at the moment, and you could hear a needle drop.
The scholar picked up the pen, splashed ink, and stopped writing in a smooth and smooth manner, all in one go.
Looking at his expression, he was very calm and calm, not like he did it on purpose.
It seems that writing a good poem is as easy for him as eating and drinking!
But before everyone had time to think about it, their eyes were attracted to the new poem on the table.
It’s still that elegant and fresh font,
Floating like floating clouds, as sharp as a frightening dragon.
Some knowledgeable monks frowned.
What kind of calligraphy is this? Regular script? It doesn't seem to be the case. It seems to be some kind of deformation of it. It has the straightness and stability of regular script, but is also elegant and free.
But most people did not pay attention to Zhao Rong's font, but focused entirely on the "wonders" of the new poetry.
I saw a green mountain appearing out of thin air on the paper, with thousands of walls standing tall. A tall green bamboo stood proudly in the crevices of the cliff. Strong winds blew from all directions, but it remained calm and persevering.
This new poem can actually bring out the artistic conception from the paper!
Everyone suddenly felt that the air around them seemed a little heavier.
The monks with high cultivation level even noticed that the spiritual energy of the sea of qi was about to move.
The lobby was quiet for a moment.
"Luohuapin...has my realm."
Someone spoke with dry lips.
Most people remained silent, but the breathing in the lobby became louder in vain.
Especially those monks below the Haoran realm stared at the Luohuapin poem with burning eyes.
When they saw the climbing products before, they were able to calm down a little because the climbing products can only be used by monks in the Haoran realm and above to increase spiritual energy cultivation.
And now, the song in front of me is Luo Hua Pin!
The bottleneck of the Fuyao Realm has blocked countless monks on the mountain, and now there is a calligraphy treasure that has a chance of directly promoting them to the Haoran Realm. How can they calm down?
After Zhao Rong signed the new poem, he put down his pen and observed it coldly for a moment. He noticed that some people were looking at something wrong. He suddenly realized and rolled up the two rice papers on the table that contained the first-class poems.
He Gui said that once people comprehend and absorb the poems about the realm of me, they will turn into mortal things.
Fortunately, no one could resonate with the song "Luo Hua Pin" in such a short period of time and integrate its artistic conception.
Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a big loss? This is what I promised to give to Brother Sanbian. If I write poems again in the future, I should be careful...
Some people with hot eyes put away their poems when they saw Zhao Rong guarding against thieves, and their eyes were destructive.
Zhao Rong chuckled lightly, raised his hand to caress the pair of beautiful jade stones around his waist, and looked at those people calmly.
Immediately, most of the impulsive people suddenly calmed down, and a few of them, even if they still had 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, and his ability to casually throw out a Luohuapin poem is even more incredible. He is most likely not an ordinary student of the academy, but the mountain chief or someone.
A disciple of Mr.
You must know that the mountain chief of Linlu Academy is one of the people with the highest cultivation level in Wangquezhou. He is well-known on the mountain for protecting shortcomings and "reasoning".
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and felt that the tiger skin from Linlu Academy was quite useful.
He turned to look at Liu Sanbian, who had complicated eyes next to him, and smiled softly.
"This is my little brother's suggestion. Please accept it."
What surprised Zhao Rong was that Liu Sanbian directly accepted the two poems without any hesitation.
"Thank you, sir."
Immediately, Liu Sanbian looked at the crowd again, looking at some people with evil eyes.
Zhao Rong followed his gaze and looked at the ugly-looking people. He thought thoughtfully that he would have to be more cautious in the future and not be as reckless as today. Although there was a flag of Linlu Academy, what if they didn't?
How about eating this set?
Most of the people in the crowd who knew the whole story looked at Liu Sanbian with envy.
A low-grade spiritual stone was exchanged for a poem about climbing the tower, a poem about my state, and a poem about falling flowers, and I even made a good friend of a promising scholar in Linlu Academy.
This can be regarded as a great blessing on Wangquezhou Mountain.
Some people are jealous and regretful.
Some people sighed secretly, drinking and pecking, everything has a certain number.
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 turned red.
She actually witnessed the birth of a Luohuapin poem with her own eyes. These things that she could only read in the mountains or in books in the past were now happening in front of her!
She looked at Zhao Rong in a daze. Seeing that he was about to leave, she quickly took out her handkerchief and chased after him.
I wonder if he would like to be a pen pal with whom I correspond.
But there were many people who were more eager than the girl. When they saw Zhao Rong was about to leave, they hurriedly gathered around him.
The girl couldn't push forward, so she was anxiously circling around the outside.
Behind her, her senior brother sighed when he saw this. Linlu Academy's academic skills are beyond the reach of small sects like us.
"Young master, you still have some high-quality poems. Qingfengju is willing to buy them all at a premium."
"Young master, please stay. The slave family would like to invite you to go to the house and have a talk."
"Sir, can you come to Shiji Mountain as a guest?"
"Son..."
"Son..."
Zhao Rong waved his hands and walked outside. The people surrounding him did not dare to block his path, so the crowd separated a path for him and Liu Sanbian to walk.
It was only then that Zhao Rong truly realized how attractive scholars who could produce high-quality poems were to lower-level monks. The status of such academy scholars on the mountain was probably similar to that of popular celebrities in previous lives...
In fact, it’s no wonder they are so enthusiastic.
The Xuanhuang Realm is so big. There are more than twenty countries and dynasties in the southwest of Wangque Continent alone. There are thousands of mortals, but the proportion of those with spiritual talents is very small. Most of them are like Zhao Rong.
Cultivation waste material.
Except for a very small number of geniuses among these practitioners, most of them will be stuck at the Fuyao Realm bottleneck for more than ten years, let alone the Haoran Realm and other realms later. Like the twenty-eight-year-old from the Fourth Palace of Taiqing
The graduation standards for the Golden Core Realm are simply a fantasy to them.
But this is the cruelty of the world of cultivation on the mountain. Those with outstanding talents can break the mirror along the way and obtain the most resources; while those with insufficient qualifications face the bottleneck of the realm and are helpless. Resources are scarce and they can only eat the "leftovers".
Therefore, high-quality poems that can help people save decades of practice time are extremely attractive and are highly sought after by monks on the mountain.
Zhao Rong finally squeezed out of the crowd and arrived at the door of Qingfeng Residence.
At this time, there was an unexpected person standing outside the door.
Haven't run away yet?
Zhao Rong glanced at Lin Qingxuan, then looked away, preparing to leave directly.
However, Lin Qingxuan took the initiative to "stop" him.
At this moment, Lin Qingxuan looked pale and did not hold the folding fan in his hand.
"It's Qingxuan who doesn't recognize Mount Tai. He's bothering you sir. I hope you'll forgive me!"
He bowed and saluted Zhao Rong.
The waist is bent very low.
Zhao Rong didn't speak, and he didn't dare to get up.
He felt very humiliated at this moment.
But when he thought of Linlu Academy, his heart trembled and he could only hold back.
Although his family, the Lin family of Lanxi, is not necessarily afraid of turning against a student from Linlu Academy, it still depends on whether it is worth it.
He is usually very arrogant and domineering when he is outside, relying on his status as a direct descendant of the Lanxi Lin family, but he knows in his heart that he is actually not taken seriously in the family. Although he is a direct descendant, he is far inferior to him who is the whole family.
The elder brother who the family has high hopes for.
If his brother knew the cause of today's incident, his end would be even worse than now.
Zhao Rong stared at him for a while and finally said his first words to him since meeting him.
This was also what Zhao Rong wanted to ask the most about the villains when he was reading a novel.