Zhou Sen's heart suddenly moved.

Use your spear to attack your shield!

Thinking of this, Zhou Sen immediately used the fire of the furnace to activate the martial arts seal hidden in the dragon armor, and began to temper the mysterious runes. Under the stimulation of the furnace fire, the ancient martial arts seal actually It glowed with extremely vast power, instantly filling Zhou Sen's limbs and bones.

Strange powers began to attack the mysterious runes.

What excited Zhou Sen was that the mysterious rune, which was originally immovable, was actually pried under the attack of the Seal of Kung Fu and the Fire of the Furnace. Although it was only a little loose, it was. It gave Zhou Sen hope, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.

Zhou Sen no longer hesitated and immediately activated the fire of the furnace. The two fires of the furnace provided endless power to the Kung Fu Seal. The Kung Fu Seal became more and more sharp, and it seemed to have an impact on the The mysterious runes were very interesting, and under the urging of the fire, they started to engulf them one after another.

Zhou Sen's two cauldrons' fire source power comes from the monster energy stone, which is the super power that conquers the world. After the super power interacted with the seal of martial arts, earth-shaking changes took place. Zhou Sen felt a mixed feeling. The vitality of heaven and earth is like countless void cosmic energy connected with him and absorbed by him bit by bit.

Could it be that he is absorbing the energy of the unknown world?

The power of martial arts originally originated from the power of ancient gods. Perhaps, unintentionally, I opened a channel for the gods in another space and began to seize the power of faith contained in the ancient gods...

According to Shi Danling, most ancient gods will have their own shrine world, and in the shrine world, gods belonging to the gods will be enshrined to provide the gods with the power of faith to absorb, which is better than the golden gods. The power of faith has become much more advanced. After all, Zhou Sen has refined part of his body into a god.

There will also be some ancient gods who do not have shrines and divine realms, but exert profound power. They manage their own power of faith in some lost worlds, establish their own gods, and let believers worship them and seize the power of faith.

Now, Zhou Sen is unable to absorb the power of the monster energy stone, let alone the power from the outside world. When the martial arts seal, which was strengthened by the fire of the furnace, devoured the mysterious runes, it unintentionally opened it for Zhou Sen. A mysterious door gave him a new power.

I wonder where the space of the gods on the altar is?

Is it a forgotten world or is it in the shrine of an ancient god?

Is that power the power of the ancient gods themselves or the power of faith managed by the ancient gods?

There is no doubt that any question is enough to make people curious.

Now, Zhou Sen is borrowing the power of an unknown god. He doesn't even know the name of the ancient god, let alone whether it is a forgotten world or a sacred world...

…

"Zhou Sen..."

"Ah...what's wrong with you?"

When Zhou Sen woke up with a start, he saw that the Immortal had a bruised nose and a swollen face, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. In his hand, he was grabbing two large steamed buns. Because he used too much force, the buns were deformed.

"It's okay, you can eat what you want." Lu Shenxian stuffed two steamed buns into Zhou Sen's hands and said with a sly smile.

"You don't want to eat?" Zhou Sen did not continue to ask.

"I've already eaten one. Are you a scholar? You have weak bones and are sick. Eat more."

"Let's have one each." Zhou Sen stuffed a steamed bun into the god's hand.

"I really ate one. You see I'm so fat. One is enough to help me lose weight." Lu Shenxian swallowed his saliva with a wretched smile on his face.

"Yeah." Zhou Sen's heart warmed, he picked up the steamed bun and took a big bite.

"Zhou Sen, I still have a family heirloom here. If your painting cannot be sold, we will find a pawn shop to pawn it. We will deal with it for a few days first." Lu Shenxian took out a cloth bag from his body and opened one layer.

Another layer revealed a green ring, which looked like it was not ordinary at first glance.

"no."

Zhou Sen's eyes felt moist.

"I am a rough man, and you are an educated man. It doesn't matter if I suffer a little, but you can't. Our Lu family is still counting on you to turn around."

"Don't worry, we can eat and drink in the evening."

Zhou Sen smiled. He had already decided to go to Xinghuo Trading Company's chain trading bank in Jucheng to check out the money.

Zhou Sen has always tried not to have too direct relations with Xinghuo Trading Company, because he now has a special status, and as long as the slightest clue is revealed, it will bring disaster to Xinghuo Trading Company.

Unless he is desperate, Zhou Sen will not easily go to Xinghuo Trading Company, which is his last stop on this planet.

"Hehe, I think so too! Zhou Sen, I just found a way to make a fortune." The fairy said mysteriously.

"What way?" Zhou Sen asked cooperatively.

"I just went to find out. There is a bonus for this Jucheng Flower Party. If you win the Oiran, you can get 50,000 imperial coins... 50,000 imperial coins... Hahahaha, we will get rich instantly...

"The fairy hugged the god and laughed happily, and passers-by looked sideways.

"Okay, we will capture the oiran later. You eat a steamed bun first, and after we get the bonus, we will order hundreds of steamed buns." Zhou Sen stuffed a steamed bun into the hand of the immortal, and he was full of enthusiasm.

laughed.

"Why do you have to buy hundreds of steamed buns? I only need two. I want to lose weight." Lu Shenxian was really hungry and his mouth was watering for a long time. He didn't refuse this time. After taking the steamed buns, he took a careful bite of the steamed buns.

The face looks relaxed.

"I'm so happy! Eating two of the hundreds of steamed buns is so awesome!" Zhou Sen inexplicably thought of Situ Bingchuan. She often did such weird things, ordering more than a dozen bowls of Changde rice noodles and only eating one bowl.

"Hehe, yes, it's a cow! Let's eat quickly and go to the competition after eating. There are not many people now. As long as you get on the stage, you can immediately beat the crowd... Oh... beat the crowd."

"Uh-huh."

After the two devoured the steamed buns in their hands, they immediately put away their clothes and gave the "Fighting for Wonders" and Hundred Flowers picture to the small restaurant that borrowed the fairy bamboo pole.

After cleaning up, the two of them ran towards the high platform.

Huishenxian said that there were a lot less people, but in fact, the crowd of onlookers was getting bigger and bigger, and it was a sea of ​​people. As far as the eye could see, they were all black heads, but the contestants were not so crowded.

The scale of this Jucheng Flower Fair can be said to be unprecedented. Talents from all over the country flocked to the event. The competition became fierce from the beginning. Some popular poems were sung among the crowd. Many brothels even lined up people to excerpt some classic poems and songs.

Endow.

When he walked off the stage, Zhou Sen's mood surged.

Zhou Sen's wonderful "Yulin Ring" immediately stood out, causing some beautiful women in the audience to scream. The atmosphere was so enthusiastic that it was the first to enter the top 100 under the envy of countless literati and poets.

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The cicadas are miserable.

Facing Changting in the evening,

Showers begin to subside

There is no thought of drinking in the capital tent,

place of nostalgia,

Lanzhou urged the fire.

Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes,

I was speechless and choked.

Think about it,

Thousands of miles of smoke,

The dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.

Passionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times,

It’s even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival!

Where will you wake up tonight?

willow bank,

The dawn wind and the waning moon.

Years have passed since then,

It should be a false display of good times and good times.

Even though there are thousands of styles,

Who else should I tell?

There is no doubt that this poem does not fit Zhou Sen's heroic character, but Zhou Sen worked hard to enter the preliminary round.

Zhou Sen knew very well that in this grand flower party, talented people are like crucian carp crossing the river. If you want to stand out from this huge number of talents, you must make a splash.

And it is not easy to achieve a blockbuster. After all, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Trying to distinguish one from the other in terms of literary talent is tantamount to wishful thinking.

The only way is to conquer the audience.

There is no doubt that although most of these flower parties are attended by men, women are the protagonists. Some of the young talents who participate in the flower parties mostly come for women. In fact, some giants in the five star regions

Hegemonic companies are basically doing women's business, because men are too rational, while women are emotional.

If you want to reach the next finals, you have to please the women present, so Zhou Sen wrote a graceful poem to cater to women.

Sure enough, "Rain Bell" uses the desolate and desolate autumn scenery as a backdrop to express the inseparable separation from the lover, the frustration of career and the separation from the lover. These two kinds of pain are intertwined, which immediately moved all the women present.

In fact, the chief judge did not like Zhou Sen's graceful poem, but due to the pressure of the audience, he could only let Zhou Sen be shortlisted.

Zhou Sen himself didn't know that he wrote the poem solely for the sake of being shortlisted, but it actually made countless passionate women shed tears.

After entering the 100th, Zhou Sen caused a sensation among a group of college students in the Hanlin Academy with his "Autumn Poems", easily entering the top 20.

Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely,

I say that autumn is better than spring tide.
To be continued...