Chapter 1191 Mo Xueyi, I found you!
In Beicang Academy, there are many ways to suppress demonic skills. For example, the three scholars who escorted the team before took out a treasure map of mountains and rivers drawn by a master and suppressed the eighth-level master of the Nether Realm.
Because he may encounter many enemies who practice magic skills in the future, then these magical powers from Beicang Academy will come in handy.
However, at this moment.
"Everyone come and take a look. The noble man in the lake proposed that everyone write a poem. If they are selected as the top three, they can get at least 300,000 Heart Demon Pills."
Suddenly someone shouted.
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the scholars around him lit up. They turned around and found that the speaker was an old scholar from the inner courtyard.
This old scholar is at the eighth level of Tongyou Realm and is very powerful.
After he finished speaking, many people came over, thousands of them in total.
But there were only a few dozen people who really started to compose poetry, not even a hundred people.
Kill, I can!
What the hell is poetry
Some of these people can't even read the words clearly. How can they compose poetry
"In addition, scholars from the inner courtyard are not allowed to join." The old scholar reminded.
The scholars in the inner courtyard are all former students of Beicang Academy. These people are rich in knowledge and economics. They can compose poems and lyrics casually. If they participate, others will not have to play.
At this time, Ye Xuan also became interested after hearing this.
"Can you get at least 300,000 Heart Demonic Pills? This is a good opportunity!"
Ye Xuan's eyes lit up.
He can't compose poetry!
However, have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running
Even if he is a scumbag, he cannot forget a poem.
At that moment, he took out a piece of paper and quickly wrote on it. Of course, he did not forget to write his name.
"Brother, this is mine!"
Ye Xuan rushed over and handed the paper to the old scholar.
"oh?"
The old scholar was very surprised. He could feel the murderous aura in Ye Xuan, but he didn't expect that Ye Xuan could write such a poem.
"Not bad."
The old scholar nodded slightly.
Among the thousands of scholars in the outer courtyard, there are quite a few young masters from the same family. They also had to study when they were young, so they can write some poems, but they are probably not very good.
Ye Xuan is very confident in the poem he wrote. Although it is not his work, it is in another world now, so it is okay to steal it.
The poem he took out was the work of the poet Li Bai - Jingye Si.
Soon, the old scholar collected all his works and headed towards the small island in the middle of the lake.
Everyone is a little curious. With so many works, who can win the top three and win the reward of 300,000 Heart Demon Pills
After a while, the old scholar came back.
It seems that the results have come out. Who are the three lucky ones
"Okay, the top three have appeared. They were personally selected by the nobles in the lake."
The old scholar said nothing and began to read: "The third place is Kou Yao's An Le Fu."
Then, he recited the blessing of happiness.
"Second place, Li Yiyang's Tianbei Tour."
The old scholar added: "The third place will get 300,000 Heart Demon Pills, the second place will get 400,000 Heart Demon Pills, and the first place will get 500,000 Heart Demon Pills!"
After listening, everyone was excited.
Five hundred thousand Heart Demon Pills, this is not a small amount of money, it is enough to create a master at the seventh level of the Nether Realm.
Who will win the first place in the end
"It's me, it must be me. This guy Li Yiyang's Tianbeiyou once compared with mine. The family elders all said that mine is better."
A scholar thought in his heart.
At this time, the old scholar in front slowly spoke: "First place, Ye Xuan's Jingye Si!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were focused on a white figure in the sky not far away.
They all remembered the people who came up just now, and Ye Xuan was so murderous that it was hard not to be remembered, so they all knew Ye Xuan.
Unexpectedly, the person who ranked first in murderous aura among the audience actually won the first place in poetry. It was simply incredible.
"Haha, it is indeed me, Shixian bless you!"
Ye Xuan couldn't help but laugh three times. Of course, he said this in his heart.
"Jingyesi!"
"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, and it seems like frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon, and lower my head to think about my hometown!"
The old scholar read the poem once and sighed: "What a poem, what a poem. I'm afraid even I can't write it. Junior Brother Ye is amazing."
"Senior brother, you're rewarded!"
Ye Xuan said with some shame. What he wanted most at this time was for the old scholar to quickly give him the reward.
Five hundred thousand Heart Demon Pills!
But at this time.
"Damn it, this poem is awesome. After just listening to it once, my mood has improved."
"Yes, I have also improved. It's incredible."
"Quick, write it down and recite it every night to speed up your mood improvement."
"Haha, you make money, you make money, the effect is no less than the song just now."
A group of people became excited again.
When the old scholar heard this, he was also deeply surprised and said in horror: "This poem actually has such an effect. Junior brother, I don't know where your hometown is?"
"Oh, my hometown is in Earth Village, far away." Ye Xuan replied casually.
"Global Village? If you have the opportunity in the future, you can go and take a look."
The old scholar smiled and nodded, and then his face suddenly became serious and said: "This poem has no effect on me, but it can actually improve their mood and become spiritual. If it is written on special paper, maybe it can Make it into a heaven-reaching weapon for suppressing demons.”
"I wipe it, can this still happen?"
Ye Xuan raised his eyebrows and was really frightened.
A poem can make a magical weapon that can suppress demons. Isn’t this amazing
He suddenly remembered the treasure map of mountains and rivers that the three scholars had sacrificed that day. It was also a very special weapon that reached the sky.
However, he knew that the person who drew that treasure map of mountains and rivers must be quite strong, and probably a master of Ruyijing.
"Junior brother, this is your reward. As for your poem, I want to submit it to the academy. I don't know if I can."
The old scholar asked.
"Okay, okay, you can take it. However, I want the signature to be written as Li Bai, Muzi Li, Baiyun's Bai." Ye Xuan said.
The old scholar paused for a moment, then reacted and said with a smile: "No problem!"
He suddenly remembered that all literati had two names, and Ye Xuan was probably just his real name, so he didn't ask any more questions.
"Thank you, senior brother!"
Ye Xuan took the bag of Heart Demon Pills, and all the joy in his heart was reflected on his face, but at this moment, his expression suddenly condensed.
He sensed that a familiar aura entered his range of perception and then disappeared.
"Mo Xueyi, I found you!"
(End of chapter)