"Why are these two guys here?"

Lu Changsheng was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, the banquet of bliss in Jin State actually attracted these two guys.

Under the literary tower, Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng walked with each other, but they did not wear Daluo Elder's robe, but instead wore brocade clothes.

Liu Qingfeng is a little better and looks very delicate, while Wang Fugui is fat and fat, and he boasts about his good writing poems?

"In recent years, they have been busy all the time, saying that they are learning from their senior brothers and want to transform into mortals."

Junior sister Yunrou chuckled.

This made Lu Changsheng silent.

This is called Huafan? After a glance, Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng were wearing brocade clothes and looked rich. Four or five servants were following him, each carrying a lot of things. This is also called Huafan?

Are you sure this is not here to enjoy it?

well!

Sighing, Lu Changsheng knew that in such a place, there would be no good things if he met these two guys.

"Senior Brother Qingfeng, I am not a fan of it. No one in the world can compare to me in terms of poetry except the Holy Lord of Daluo."

Wang Fugui said confidently.

This surprised Liu Qingfeng even more.

"Junior Brother Fugui, are you sure?"

Liu Qingfeng was very surprised.

"I'm sure, if you don't believe it, I'll show you what it means to reach the top when Wenta starts later."

Wang Fugui was very serious.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the entire tower burst out with bright light, and bursts of saints sounded.

"Heaven moves hard, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement!"

"There are thousands of golds that have dispersed and come back."

"The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."

The sound of the saints was heard, all of which were Lu Changsheng said, the tower of Wen roared, and then the eight doors opened on their own, inviting literati from all over the world to write poems.

For a moment, many talented and beautiful women walked in, and many monks also went in.

The pagoda is a Taoist instrument that doesn't look very big on the outside, but after walking in, it's very spacious.

Can accommodate 100,000 people.

"Senior brother, are we going in?"

Junior Sister Yunrou asked like this.

Lu Changsheng nodded, and it would be okay to go in and take a look. It was just right to see if Wang Fugui has made progress over the years.

soon.

Lu Changsheng and Qian Yunrou walked into the tower.

On the walls of the pagoda, there are white papers hanging, and the titles are written on the white paper. The poems are written with the titles. If they are neat and approved by the Wenta, they can go upstairs. If they cannot, they can only stay.

"Junior Brother Fugui, please write a poem quickly. This question is quite good, with heavy snow as the lyrics."

On the side, Liu Qingfeng pulled Wang Fugui to write a poem.

"Senior Brother Qingfeng wait a moment, let me think about it."

Wang Fugui wiped the oil stains on his mouth, but frowned and looked at the question.

After a while, he spoke slowly.

"The snow is white, the plants and trees are frozen, the poor are rolled up in bed, and the rich are enjoying the snow scenery."

When Wang Fugui said this, he sighed even more, feeling of sharing the worries of the people.

Liu Qingfeng, who was standing beside him, fell into silence.

Not only was he falling into silence, but the talented people around him were also stunned.

Only a few followers heard cheers.

"Good poems, good poems. The first two lines of this poem are simply described, while the last two lines are as far as the poverty of the people of the world are so beautiful. It is both vivid and reasonable. The younger ones admire, and the younger ones really admire."

"Yes, yes, poor families can only tremble in the quilt when it is snowing, while rich people enjoy the snow scene. This poem satirizes the gap between the rich and the poor, and is really a great scholar."

"It is hard to imagine that the prince is not only handsome, but also writes poetry so well. He is very talented, but he is really talented."

Several followers praised it with a tough bullet and said that it is not easy to make a soy sauce poem like this.

"Senior Brother Qingfeng, how about this poem?"

Wang Fugui asked Liu Qingfeng with a blushing face.

Liu Qingfeng thought about it and to be honest, he did not have any research on poetry. Although he thought that Wang Fugui's poem was not very good, the problem was that these followers said it very well.

After thinking about it, Liu Qingfeng gave a positive look and said, "It's pretty good, with the style of Senior Brother Changsheng."

He said so.

This made Lu Changsheng, who was beside him, fall into silence again.

Sure enough, Wang Fugui's ability to write poetry is still so touching.

Sighing.

Lu Changsheng really didn't know what to say.

However, as many talented men continued to write poems, the stairs still did not appear, which means that Wenta did not recognize their poems.

That's it, time passed by little by little.

A full hour passed.

Hundreds of thousands of talented men gathered, but no one went up to the second level.

Outside the Wenta, all the people or monks in the entire country looked at Wenta.

It took an hour, but no one could reach the second floor.

This is very rare. Usually, people may go upstairs in a quarter of an hour.

It's been an hour, but no one can pass the level successfully.

It's very puzzling.

That's it, half an hour later, it was already late at night, and in theory, someone should climb the tower.

It may be a bit exaggerating to reach the top, but at least thirty or forty levels should be available?

But there are 100,000 talented men, but there is no shortage of truly literary people, but they still cannot reach the second level, which is really puzzling.

However, at this moment, a sound slowly rang out.

"Birds fly across thousands of mountains, people die in thousands of paths, and the old man in a straw hat and hat are alone, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."

The sound rang, calm and graceful.

Twenty words describe the lonely snow scene.

At this moment, all the literati were silent.

This poem is too beautiful.

And in the Wenta Tower, the snow scene appears.

On the snowy river surface, a small boat and an old fisherman were fishing alone in the cold river.

There is no bird in thousands of mountains and rivers. Between the heaven and earth, pure and silent, spotless, and all sounds are silent.

The talents were shocked.

However, at this moment, Liu Qingfeng and Wang Fugui were also shocked.

The two of them turned around and looked at Lu Changsheng with incredible eyes.

Although they could not recognize Lu Changsheng's appearance, their voice could be distinguished.

But, at this moment.

The ancient Wenta shook.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The entire pagoda burst out with infinite light, and its terrifying talent turned into a beam of divine light, penetrated into the sky.

In the literary tower, the saint's picture hanging on the wall also shines with bright light.

Lu Changsheng is surrounded by extraordinary talents.

A phantom of the Palace of Literature appeared behind Lu Changsheng, and saints appeared, showing extraordinaryness.

At this moment, the entire Jin State was shocked.

Outside the Wenta, there are four mirrors that allow people outside the Wenta to see the scene inside.

The wooden mask on Lu Changsheng's face also collapsed on its own at this moment.
Chapter completed!