Fabricating the Big Devil's Diary, the Empress and the Saints were all panicked

The sky is full of mountains, and the sky is full of mountains.

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"Look at the mountain."

"How is Mount Tai? The green of Qi and Lu is endless."

"Nature has endowed it with divine beauty, and yin and yang divide the dusk and dawn."

"The clouds are rising in my chest, and the birds are flying back in my eyes."

"I will climb to the top of the mountain and see all the mountains as small."

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The poem that Qin Zheng copied was not someone else.

It was the Yongzhi poem [Look at the Mountain] written by the poet before the time travel.

Qin Zheng did not change a word.

Because there happened to be a mountain called Taiyue in Tianxuan Continent.

Taiyue Mountain is the highest mountain in Tianxuan Continent.

At this moment, the white light on Qin Zheng's paper began to rise.

In a moment, it exceeded one foot.

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"A county-level poem."

After seeing the talent exceed one foot, everyone present was shocked.

The great scholar with the consciousness of the courtesan on the high platform stood up in surprise.

She was a strange person who fed on talent.

She knew too much about talented poems.

A talented poem that can exceed one foot in such a short time can definitely reach the prefecture-level level of two feet talent, and even the state-level of three feet talent is not impossible.

"Incredible, incredible."

"I thought that I would be satisfied if I could have a good quality poem at the county level in this Jiangnan Poetry Meeting."

"I didn't expect that I might have a poem at the state level. With this level of talent, it will be easy for me to be promoted to the fifth-grade strange."

The courtesan looked at Qin Zheng, extremely excited.

"The one who can write such talented poems at such a fast speed must be a top genius in Confucianism."

"Let me see what realm you are in now. Are you like Zhao Hongxuan in the past, a super Confucian genius who is infinitely close to the fifth rank?"

When the courtesan looked at Qin Zheng, she began to use her strange domain power to check Qin Zheng's situation.

"How is it possible?"

"No Confucianism?"

"Isn't he a Confucianist?"

"If it weren't for the Jiangnan Poetry Meeting, all the participants were automatically given the status of Confucianists by my domain power. The talented poem he wrote could not resonate with the long river of literature and Taoism. After all, without the power of Confucianism, how can it attract the attention of the long river of literature and Taoism?"

"It doesn't make sense. If he is not a Confucianist, how can he have such literary talent and write talented poems? Or is it possible to reach the level of Chuanzhou-level talented poems?"

"Is it really a blind cat meeting a dead mouse? A talented poem was composed by luck?"

"Let me see what it is."

"Nature is full of wonders, yin and yang divide the dusk and dawn... I will climb to the top and look down on all the mountains."

"This... This is definitely not a talented poem written by chance."

"This talented poem has a very high intention. Even the Chuanzhou-level poem that was close to the national level in the Jiangnan Poetry Meeting that year cannot compare."

"This kind of poem , at the worst, they are all the top-level existences of Chuanzhou-level poems, and there is a high possibility that they are talented poems of Chuanguo-level. "

"Below Chuanguo-level, there may be some people who are extremely lucky and write good poems with good words and sentences."

"But Chuanguo-level is impossible. The long river of literature and Taoism has its own means of detection. Chuanguo-level poems are to be engraved in the long river of literature and Taoism forever. As long as Confucianism is not destroyed, Chuanguo-level poems will be sung forever. Poems of this level cannot be randomly pieced together."

"Not randomly pieced together, not Confucianism, but wrote poems that may reach Chuanguo-level? This seems even more outrageous."

"Wait..."

"This is an extremely terrifying blood and qi power."

"Golden bones, golden tendons, golden blood, golden organs..."

"My sensing power can't be wrong, a perfect warrior of the fourth realm of gold?"

The courtesan sensed Qin Zheng's situation and was shocked to the point of doubting whether her domain power was broken.

But it doesn't make sense. The power of the domain is a strange power, and the strange power is almost immortal. As long as she is not destroyed by the power of the super-quality, the domain cannot be wrong.

The domain is not wrong, which means that what she sensed is true.

Qin Zheng is a perfect martial artist of the fourth realm gold level.

"Is he not only a martial arts genius, but also a Confucian genius?"

"Otherwise, how to explain that he can write a national-level poem when he is not a Confucianist?"

"This is also the case with those Confucian saints when they were young, right?"

The courtesan looked at Qin Zheng, her heart full of amazement.

At this moment, the courtesan has confirmed that Qin Zheng's Wang Yue is a national-level poem.

Because the talent above the Wang Yue paper has exceeded three feet, close to four feet.

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To reach four feet, it is a national-level poem.

Talented poems will reach their peak when the literary spirit becomes ethereal.

Wang Yue's talent is still extremely bright.

This shows that Wang Yue's talent is still far from the peak.

It is still far from the peak. Now the talent has exceeded three feet and six, which can definitely easily exceed four feet and become a national-level poem.

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"Who is this?"

"This is going to be a national-level poem."

"He is definitely not from Jiangnan Prefecture Academy, he must be a top Confucian genius from other places."

"What rank do you think he is? I think he is at least rank seven."

"Seventh rank? Zhao Hongxuan, the former mountain master of Haoran Academy, entered the strange trial of Jiangnan Poetry Club twenty years ago. At that time, Zhao Hongxuan's realm was already at the peak of rank six, close to rank five. His performance in the past was not as good as the one in front of him."

"Although we can't judge everything by one poem, we can see the big picture from the small details. I'm afraid this person in front of us will definitely not be worse than Zhao Hongxuan in the past."

"Zhao Hongxuan is now the first person under the semi-saint. This person in front of us will at least be a fourth-rank scholar in the future. It is not impossible for him to become the second semi-saint of my Daqian."

The people who participated in the strange trial were all amazed and talked about the talented poems in front of Qin Zheng who were constantly rising in talent.

Among them, the one who boasted that Qin Zheng had the potential to be a half-saint was the cousin among the cousins.

At the beginning, the cousin among the cousins ​​was dissatisfied with Qin Zheng's writing of talented poems first.

He thought that Qin Zheng was just lucky and had put together talented poems.

With his preparation, he could catch up before the end of the Jiangnan Poetry Festival and write a more talented poem than Qin Zheng.

Before entering the strange trial, he had already made preparations to enter the Jiangnan Poetry Festival.

For this reason, he spent a lot of time and prepared a poem in his mind.

As long as he polished it a little, it would definitely become a talented poem, even a leader among county-level poems.

It would definitely be more than enough to surpass the talented poems that were put together randomly.

But when he saw Qin Zheng's talented poems continue to rise.

In a very short time, it exceeded three feet, and later it would definitely exceed four feet to become a national-level poem.

He became depressed.

All the dissatisfaction in his heart also disappeared.

If he is one step ahead, he can be dissatisfied.

If he is a hundred steps ahead, he can only look up to him.

Qin Zheng, who wrote the poems that were passed down from generation to generation, is the one he wants to look up to.