A colorful jade-colored ancient seal character appeared under Zhao Xiangong's feet, and disappeared over Jianmu with Wang Tiangang.
"In this Dragon Gate competition, only academy students can participate, and we, the Wenzong masters, cannot take action."
"Only Taibai can win steadily."
"If we win and get the saint's cultural energy, we can at least slow down the decay of the building wood. This way we can delay as much time as possible and give Taibai a chance to grow."
Wang Tiangang disagreed life and death,
"No, definitely not!"
"If Taibai appeared in front of the world now, he would definitely die. Should Taibai be buried with him for the sake of his saintly character?"
"You also said that Taibai is the only person who can help Jianmu recover in the past ten years."
"Why is Mr. Zhao Xian so short-sighted?"
Duke Xian of Zhao glared, "What? You still know that I am Duke Xian?"
"Do you really think we old guys got kicked in the head by donkeys?"
Wang Tiangang had an embarrassed smile on his face and touched his head in embarrassment, "Mr. Zhao Xian was joking."
"We cannot lose the Dragon Gate Competition to White Deer Academy, or else we will have another piece of flesh bitten off by those four evil wolves." Zhao Xiangong sighed softly,
"So we need Taibai's poetry to ensure that we can win the literary battle."
Wang Tiangang seemed to have reacted, and immediately took a few steps back. There was a dangerous aura all over his body, and he was ready to take action if he disagreed.
"Taibai's poems... If I'm not wrong, you want Taibai to use the method of spreading saints?... I want to know, whose idea is this?"
Zhao Xiangong pointed at himself, "My idea."
"The academy cannot lose, and Taibai cannot be exposed, so we can only use this method."
"If Taibai has poems and articles, use the method of transmitting them to another person in the academy."
"Of course, the academy will compensate Taibai."
Wang Tiangang couldn't help but sneered, "Compensation? Mr. Zhao Xiang, do you know how much influence a poem that topped the list of literary saints has on a scribe?"
"That represents a steady stream of literary spirit. Even if it takes one or two years, or even five or ten years, it will improve Taibai's literary spirit a lot."
"Every peaking poem is a cornerstone for scribes, especially those who are in the stage of foundation building."
"At this critical moment, you actually want Taibai to pass on the poems to others?"
Wang Tiangang couldn't bear it anymore and turned around to leave.
A curtain of colorful jade light fell, blocking Wang Tiangang's path.
"Mr. Zhao Xian wants to take action against me?" A hint of coldness appeared in Wang Tiangang's brows, "I have been sitting in the temple for ten years, and this method cannot stop me."
Zhao Xiangong said helplessly, "Your temper has not changed at all over the years. Please listen to my conditions before making a decision."
"Holy text, Wenjing, Wenfa, Wenbao, give me whatever you want."
"In addition, Taibai's poems and essays will be auctioned by all families."
"I can guarantee that Taibai will never suffer a loss!"
Wang Tiangang stopped and there was a trace of hesitation on his face.
Duke Xian of Zhao continued,
"Besides, do you think I'm joking when I check the documents? Taibai's documents have been moved to the main hospital in Beijing and directly linked to Wensheng Palace."
"Unless the Master personally inquires, no one can find out the details of Taibai."
Wang Tiangang's expression finally softened a little, and he turned around again, "Will you also give me the holy texts?"
"Here!" Zhao Xiangong nodded, "The academy will give you at least two!"
"In addition, the treasures obtained after winning the literary competition in the Dragon Gate Competition, the academy only needs the saint's literary spirit, and all the others will belong to him."
"Tiangang, the academy really needs the spirit of saints now, otherwise it will be difficult to survive."
Speaking of which, Wang Tiangang had nothing to say.
At least Zhao Xiangong did not use his power to overwhelm others, and he also produced holy texts, which at least showed his sincerity.
"This matter depends on Taibai's own wishes. If he doesn't want to, there's nothing I can do about it," Wang Tiangang said.
Zhao Xianggong nodded, "This is natural."
Wang Tiangang looked complicated and turned to leave.
After walking a few steps, he stopped again and said, "You don't need grammar, and you don't need cultural treasures and military weapons. These are too easy to reveal your identity."
"Holy texts, literary crystals, and golden body liquid... Taibai needs heavenly materials and earthly treasures to improve his literary and martial arts cultivation."
Zhao Xianggong solemnly promised, "Okay, everything will wait for the news from Taibai..."
Before the words fell,
A paper kite flew down in front of the two of them.
Zhao Xiangong opened the kite and looked at Wang Tiangang with a strange expression.
"This Taibai... has a bad temper than you."
Wang Tiangang was confused, "What...what do you mean?"
"Look at the list of literary saints yourself, it's thirteenth." Zhao Xiangong suddenly laughed, "Now I believe that Taibai will definitely be willing to use the method of spreading saints."
Wang Tiangang quickly summoned the writing urn. On the simple, dark golden writing urn, a faint multi-colored brilliance was faintly condensed.
When he unfolded the poem that was ranked thirteenth on the list of literary saints, he was instantly dumbfounded.
"Is this brat so tough?"
Even he couldn't help but feel frightened when he saw Taibai's arrogant words.
…
an hour ago,
The mountain behind Zhushan,
Li Changan successfully cultivated the dragon-elephant inner breath. After his physical strength was almost restored, he put on his weighted underwear and slowly walked to the ninth floor.
With the dragon-elephant inner breath, every movement of the body seems to echo the dragon-elephant inner breath, as if there is a backbone.
The dragon-elephant breathing method also becomes smoother.
Return to the ninth floor,
Li Changan immediately felt a different atmosphere lingering on the first floor.
Many people have turned their attention to themselves.
"What happened?" Li Changan sat back on the chair and asked Annan beside him.
Annan came closer and lowered his voice and said, "Thirteenth on the Literary Saint List, Zhang Yuheng is the top newcomer of Songyue Academy in March."
"What does it have to do with me?" Monk Li Chang'an was confused, but he still summoned the Wenlu.
Annan said with concern, "The poems and essays that guy wrote in April ranked thirteenth."
"Just now, he invited you to fight!"
Li Changan unfolded Zhang Yuheng's poems, and sure enough, eye-catching large characters appeared below.
"Taibai is as timid as a mouse and has exhausted his talents. He dare not accept face-to-face competitions."
"In that case, May Literary Saint List, I will give you a chance."
…
Li Changan did not read the next words and directly put away the paper.
"This bunch of bastards are really endless. They are like the dog-skin plasters of Te Niang."
Annan got a little closer, grabbed Li Changan's wrist, and a wisp of fragrance entered Li Changan's nose, "We all know that they are here for you."
"Whether it's a provocation coming to your door or inviting a fight on the Literary Saint List, it's all to provoke you."
"At this time, you must not be impulsive."
"If we lose even you, it will be difficult for us to stand up."
Li Changan nodded and patted Annan's hand, "Don't worry, I won't be fooled by them."
But soon, someone on the first floor started cursing,
"Fuck his ancestor!"
"This beast!"
Li Changan opened the Literary Saint List again, and his face suddenly turned livid.
"Just this month, my classmates came to challenge me and won consecutive battles."
"Brother Taibai, are you afraid? Are you worried that you will follow in the footsteps of your classmates?"
There were no curse words, but every word was like a sharp knife, piercing the hearts of all the students of White Deer Academy.
It was like tearing open a bloody wound and pouring salt water on it.
The stinging pain makes people almost go crazy.
Li Changan was about to respond immediately, but Zhou Ziyu held his wrist down.
"Brother Li, don't be impulsive! He is irritating you!"
"This kind of guy is definitely not alone. As long as you agree, there will definitely be masters and even Wen Zong who will use the method of spreading the saints."
"Annan is right, you can't lose at this time. If you lose, we really can't hold our heads high."
Li Changan clenched his teeth, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart and liver.
Before Li Changan could speak, eye-catching characters appeared again on the Literary Saint List:
"Brother Taibai must not back down. After all, only Brother Taibai can hold up the huge White Deer Academy."
Boom...
Everyone who saw this sentence was furious.
Not a son of man!
Not a son of man!
Li Changan laughed angrily, and with surging writing power in his hand, he quickly wrote,
"Taibai is just an ordinary student. Thank you for Brother Zhang's concern."
"In this case, Taibai is not talented. He will challenge everyone in Songyue Academy in the May Literary Saint Ranking. It is not limited to students. Regardless of the master Wen Zong, everyone counts as one, and everyone will be on it together."
"I'll be waiting for you at the May Literary Saint List!"
"After all, it's more than enough for me alone. - Taibai Liu"