The room was quiet for a moment.
Bai Yishan gave him a meaningful look, and without saying anything more, he took out a few scrolls from his sleeves, handed them to him, and said, "Take a look at these articles first."
Luo Qingzhou quickly took it and unfolded it carefully.
Bai Yishan took out several more scrolls from his other sleeve and whispered, "And a few poems you wrote."
Luo Qingzhou was reading the article on the scroll carefully and was stunned when he heard this.
Bai Yishan unfolded one of the scrolls and sighed with a complicated expression: "If I hadn't accidentally heard your song "Song of the Wine" in the hall, I'm afraid I would still be stuck at that bottleneck and unable to break through..."
Luo Qingzhou finished reading one of the scrolls in his hand and suddenly asked, "It needs the first draft of the person who wrote the article to be useful?"
Bai Yishan nodded and said, "Yes, the first draft has the greatest effect. Even if it is read in person, the audience cannot absorb the literary spirit of it and can only rely on it to gain understanding. When I listened to your song "Jiang Jing Jiu", I suddenly had a deep understanding, and I had a breakthrough after returning."
Luo Qingzhou thought to himself, no wonder Prince Duan and those people in the Jinchan Temple were fighting for the first draft he wrote.
Pause.
He then asked, "Senior, how confident are you in fighting Yueyang Tower?"
Bai Yishan was silent for a moment, and said: "If it is Zhou Yuanshan who signed the life and death contract before, he should still have some confidence. As for Yueyang Tower, I am afraid it will be difficult. The other party had already broken through to the Guiyi realm more than ten years ago, and I am afraid that he is at least in the middle or even late stage of Guiyi now. My Great Yan Wen Qi is exhausted. In recent years, I have searched all over the Kyushu continent and found a few ancient books with literary energy to practice. With the inspiration of your poem "Jiang Jing Jiu", I was lucky enough to break through to the Guiyi realm..."
At this point, he sighed and said, "The sudden collapse of Confucianism was beyond our expectations. It is too late to switch to other cultivations. We can only bite the bullet and continue to move forward with difficulty. Compared to the cultivation of warriors, the cultivation of the spirit is naturally more difficult, and there is no future at all."
"As for our skills, although they are magical, many of them have become ineffective due to the lack of spiritual energy in the world. The other party is the peak master of the Piao Miao Immortal Sect. Whether it is the skills or the magic weapons on his body, they are beyond my reach."
"so… "
Luo Qingzhou nodded and said, "It is indeed a bit difficult."
Bai Yishan suddenly smiled calmly, his eyes sparkling, and his aura changed instantly: "But despite this, I will not admit defeat. This time I came here with the determination to sacrifice my life for my country. As long as I can gain some opportunities for Da Yan, I, Bai Yishan, will not be afraid even if I die on the stage!"
Nangong Huoyue, who was standing aside, frowned and said, "Dean, there is no need to do this. We have already won five games. If there is any danger in this game, the dean can just admit defeat. Only when the dean is here, my Great Yan will have a backbone and will not allow others to bully us."
Bai Yishan was silent for a moment, then said, "We still need to win one last game. This last game..."
"Dean."
Nangong Huoyue interrupted him, glanced at someone at the door, and said, "And her."
Then he said quietly, "Our competition this time is not only for the benefit of Dayan, but also for her. Naturally, she has to do some work. Although someone has already done a lot for her."
While talking about someone, she glanced at another person who was looking at the scroll.
Bai Yishan looked at the cold girl at the door.
Nangong Huoyue's eyes sparkled, and she said, "Dean, please don't treat her as a fool. Since she dares to fight, she will not be afraid of the restrictions imposed on her by Piaomiao Xianzong. If she fights, Piaomiao Xianzong will naturally send a disciple instead of the most powerful figure like Yueyang Tower. In that case, we may still have a chance."
Bai Yishan paused, looked at the girl at the door, and asked in a gentle voice: "Miss Yueyao, can you tell me what your current cultivation level is?"
Luo Qingzhou also raised his head and looked towards the door.
Yue Yao was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly.
Nangong Huoyue frowned and said coldly, "It's already this time, do you still want to hide it?"
Yue Yao's cold face seemed to show a hint of discomfort. After a pause, she said, "I don't know either."
Nangong Huoyue was stunned and said, "What is your current cultivation level? Don't you know?"
Yue Yao was silent again.
Bai Yishan showed a puzzled look on his face, and asked, "Miss Yueyao, can you release some of your aura, or show me a technique?"
Yue Yao paused, stretched out a slender jade finger, and pointed behind him.
Then, put it away.
Bai Yishan was stunned for a moment and asked, "Is it over?"
Yue Yao nodded slightly.
Bai Yishen had a suspicious expression on his face.
He didn't feel any fluctuations from any martial arts just now, nor did he feel any breath.
Any warrior or soul cultivator will experience fluctuations in their vital energy or soul power when releasing their skills.
When these Confucian and Taoist practitioners take action, there are fluctuations of literary energy.
At the same time, their respective auras will also be released.
But this girl just...
Could it be a lie? In fact, she didn't release any aura of the technique at all
Bai Yishan showed a look of doubt on his face. Just as he was about to ask again, Nangong Huoyue next to him suddenly pointed behind him and said, "Dean..."
Bai Yishen was stunned, turned his head to look, and suddenly froze.
The young man standing behind him, who was originally reading the article on the scroll seriously, suddenly turned into a frozen body and stood there motionless, with only his eyes still blinking.
Bai Yishan: “…”
"Card!"
A flame rose from within, instantly melting the ice on his body.
Luo Qingzhou held the scroll, looked at the door and asked, "Miss Yueyao, am I easy to bully?"
The cold girl at the door actually nodded slightly.
Luo Qingzhou had nothing to say.
Bai Yishan was even more suspicious. He looked at the girl at the door again and asked, "What did Miss Yue Yao use to activate the skill she just released? It shouldn't be soul power, right?"
When using soul power to activate the skills, there will naturally be fluctuations in soul power.
But it didn't happen just now.
Yue Yao was silent for a moment, shook her head, and said, "I don't know either."
Bai Yishan was stunned when he heard this. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether she really didn't know or just didn't want to say it.
At this time, Luo Qingzhou suddenly put away the scroll and said, "Senior, the time for the competition should be approaching. I would like to write a few poems. Can you please give me some advice?"
When these words came out, Bai Yishan was startled at first, then his eyes lit up and he said, "Please."
Luo Qingzhou did not dare to delay and returned the scroll to him, then took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, walked to the table beside him, and spread out the rice paper.
Nangong Huoyue immediately came over, picked up the ink block and said, "I'll help you grind the ink."
Luo Qingzhou looked up at her and said, "If your majesty were to grind the ink with his jade hands, I'm sure these poems would have a different style."
Nangong Huoyue grinded the ink while curling her lips: "Flatterer."
Luo Qingzhou picked up the wolf hair brush, pondered for a moment, then dipped it in ink and began to write.
A poem, written in one go.
He picked up the rice paper, handed it to Bai Yishan, and said, "Please take a look, sir. I will continue to write the second poem."
Bai Yishen took the rice paper, looked at it carefully, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
But after reading the entire poem, his eyes sparkled, and then he slowly closed his eyes, and the verses on the rice paper emerged in his mind word by word.
"Senior, this is the second song."
At this time, Luo Qingzhou handed him the second piece of rice paper.
Bai Yishan came back to his senses, quickly and carefully took it in his hand, then held his breath and looked at it impatiently.
"Look up to the northwest, there are floating clouds. To rely on the sky for thousands of miles, you need a long sword..."
Just the first sentence made his heart surge with literary spirit and his blood boil instantly!
When he was excited and read the whole poem, he suddenly felt his heart full of passion in an instant, and then full of melancholy in the next instant. His emotions were complicated and difficult to describe, and his literary spirit was endlessly exciting.
At this time, Luo Qingzhou finished writing the third poem and handed it to him.
Bai Yishan suddenly seemed to have lost his soul. He was stunned for a moment before he reached out to take it and looked down.
When he saw this, his eyes immediately focused and he came to his senses.
At this moment, Jia Xun's voice suddenly came from outside: "Time is up, both sides are ready to play!"
Bai Yishan quickly read the words on the rice paper, the ink still wet, and they were deeply imprinted in his mind.
At this moment, Luo Qingzhou suddenly finished writing the last poem in one go.
Then, he put down his brush and ink, picked up the rice paper on the table with both hands, handed it to him respectfully, and said, "Senior, this last poem is written by me specially for you."
When Bai Yishan heard it, he immediately took it solemnly and looked at it carefully.
After just reading the first two sentences, he was suddenly shocked.
After reading the last two sentences, the literary energy in his body seemed to be suddenly uncontrollable, and with a "boom", it began to surge up like a wave.
"Good! Good! Good!"
He actually said "yes" three times in a row and was shaking with excitement. Then his aura changed again. He immediately put away the poem in his hand and strode out the door.
When he reached the door.
Yue Yao, who was standing at the door, suddenly handed him three more scrolls and said, "These three should be useful to you."
Bai Yishan was slightly startled when he heard that. He looked at her with a puzzled look, paused, reached out to take it, and immediately opened it to read.
Nangong Huoyue's expression slightly changed, and she couldn't help but ask: "Miss Yueyao can also write articles?"
Yue Yao looked at her, her face still expressionless, and said in a cold tone: "I can't, but someone will help me do it."
Nangong Huoyue was stunned, then suddenly turned around and looked at someone next to her.
Luo Qingzhou quickly lowered his head and pretended to carefully tidy up the pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.
At this moment, the Confucian robe on Bai Yishen suddenly rustled with a sound, and his entire temperament seemed to have undergone a drastic change all of a sudden!
The three of them looked over quickly.
He was seen holding one of the scrolls, his hands shaking with excitement, and he murmured in a trembling voice: "The heaven and earth have righteousness... The heaven and earth have righteousness..."