Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Half an hour later.

Guiguzi and others climbed to the top of the mountain and saw the author sitting on the throne with his eyes closed, as if he was in a dream.

"Finally here!"

"Yes, the fact that you are able to come here means that there is a successor to Wen Dao. The master's soul in heaven will be extremely happy to know about it!"

The author opened his eyes and said cheerfully.

There was a warm smile on his face without any anger, as if a group of guests were here and he was the host entertaining the guests.

This expression, in the eyes of Guiguzi and others, is hypocrisy.

They fought all the way, and no matter how good-tempered they are, they still can't laugh.

But no matter what, the attitude of the author also made many onlookers nod secretly, this is what a literary person should be like!

"No need, we don't practice Wen Zu Dao, so he doesn't need to be happy!"

Guiguzi was not used to being conciliatory and conciliatory. He shook his head and said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense and just talk about Tao!"

As soon as these words came out.

The smile on the writer's face faded, and he slowly stood up, unleashing a wave of literary power that swept across all directions, producing endless splendor and making countless literary spirits cheer.

As he stood up, all the laws and principles of literature and Taoism in the literary world prostrated themselves to welcome the great Lord of Literature and Tao.

Everyone was shocked and felt tremendous pressure.

"The Master of Literary Studies is in charge of the literary lineage of all heavens. No matter in terms of literary cultivation or literary realm, he is far stronger than the poets, writers and writers, etc. It is difficult to defeat him!"

"There is only one last step left, but often the last step is the most difficult!"

"If Great Qin wins, it will take control of its culture! If it loses, Great Qin's culture will be destroyed!"

There was a lot of discussion.

"How about this discussion, you and I, each write an article within two hours to decide the winner?"

The author asked.

"How to decide the outcome?"

Guiguzi asked, his eyes full of vigilance.

They have already suffered losses twice.

The first time was when I was discussing Taoism with Shu, who distorted the facts and deceived the truth.

The second time was during a discussion with the poet ancestor, who took Li Bai's immortal poems as his own.

Therefore, before discussing Taoism, he must explain the rules, especially when each writes an article, it is difficult to distinguish between high and low.

"In Wenshan, there is a 'Wenqu Stone Pillar' specially used to test talent. The better the quality of the article, the higher the talent!"

The author pointed to the stone pillar in the distance and said with a smile.

Wenqu Stone Pillar!

One of the inherited treasures of the literary world, it has no combat ability and can only judge the strength of talent.

For other forces, the 'Wenqu Stone Pillar' is not of much use, but in the literary world, it is an important basis for discussion of literary and moral principles.

"Can!"

Guiguzi pondered for a moment, nodded and said.

He has also heard of the prestigious name of the 'Wenqu Stone Pillar', which is a treasure forged by Wen Zu, the founder of the literary world, so there should be no problems.

A few minutes later.

Two desks appeared on the top of Wenshan Mountain, on which were placed the Four Treasures of the Study.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, the author and Gui Guzi created and wrote magnificent chapters in public.

The two of them had solemn expressions, and their pens were like war spears. Every word and sentence they wrote would produce a strong literary spirit, which piled up above their heads, and accumulated more and more like a snowball.

Above the author's head, a man in a Chinese robe appears, sitting high in the clouds, holding an ancient book in his hand, preaching and teaching.

Below, hundreds of thousands of literati sat cross-legged with respect on their faces, listening to the teachings of literature.

"Halloween Book"!

This is the title of the chapter written by the author.

And above Guiguzi's head, across the sky and across the sky, there are countless visions, including the general trend of the world, the sun, moon and stars, the realm of magic and Tao, and even the supreme saint.

Including endless, encompassing the world!

This book is "Zonghengshu"!

It is also the essence of Guiguzi’s thoughts and the supreme inheritance of the political experts.

It is divided into the current situation of the world, making decisions before taking action, the heart of tact and the heart of Tao, the four realms of enlightenment, observing the world, mastering Taoism, the three ways of heaven and saints, and the way of swordsmanship.

There are twenty-two articles in total!

And now, Guiguzi is writing the chapter on "Swordsmanship"!

"From a literary point of view, the two of them are on par!"

Most of the warriors onlookers were not good at literary skills, and they could only be distinguished by their literary skills.

"The author probably won't be able to win!"

The elder of the painting academy stood in the crowd, with a touch of sadness on his face, and murmured to himself.

From the vision, he could sense that Guiguzi's literary and Taoist cultivation seemed to be higher.

"Fortunately, I was prepared in advance, otherwise"

Halfway through the creation, the author glanced at Guiguzi, saw the majestic literary spirit, and secretly rejoiced.

"No matter how good your writing is, you will still lose!"

Immediately, the author showed a sneer and continued writing.

As for Gui Guzi, he was immersed in writing from beginning to end and did not notice the changes in the author's facial expressions.

Soon, two hours passed.

The author and Gui Guzi stopped writing at the same time, and their faces were a little pale. Using the power of literary power to create would also cause a lot of consumption for them.

Boom boom boom!

The moment the two of them stopped writing.

The sky roared, thousands of auspicious streaks descended, and even the literary energy floating between heaven and earth was intense to the extreme.

As a result, everyone's eyes were unable to penetrate the literary style and clearly see the content of the two articles.

"Master Dong, how are you?"

Wang Xizhi inquired and said that although he was good at calligraphy, he was not as good as Dong Zhongshu in writing articles.

"Stable!"

Dong Zhongshu said with a smile.

Among the few people, he has the deepest literary realm. It can be seen that the content of Guiguzi is one of the essence of the political writers. Both the literary style and the artistic conception are stronger than the articles of the writer.

After all, Guiguzi is the founder of the strategist family. In this regard, the author who picks up people's wits is far inferior.

"The situation is not good!"

The chief elder of the Ci Academy, who did not participate in the discussion, looked extremely solemn.

Although the literary style of the two articles seemed to be similar, he sensed a more terrifying power in Guiguzi's literary style.

"Someone, go bring the 'Wenqu Stone Pillar'!"

The author's face was calm, without any worry at all, and he said with a smile.

"As you command!"

Two literary disciples saluted and brought the 'Wenqu Stone Pillar' up.

"Everyone, the 'Wenqu Stone Pillar' is the legacy of Wenzu. It has never made a mistake for countless years. Next, I will test my talents under your witness. I hope you will testify!"

The author glanced at Gui Guzi, showing a hint of coldness, and said to the warriors who were watching.

Then, he picked up his article and placed it on the 'Wenqu Stone Pillar'.

boom!

time.

A beam of light that penetrates the sky and the earth pours out from the 'Wenqu Stone Pillar' and rushes up to the sky. It is a million feet long and is still growing rapidly.

"A million feet?"

"When did Master Wen's literary cultivation become so powerful?"

Countless literary disciples had their mouths open and their eyes full of confusion.

Over the years, the talent in the literary world has been continuously weakening, from the previous billions to the current million. The reason is the lack of new works.

I still remember that the last time the author of the article created something, it only aroused a beam of talent of nine hundred thousand feet.

And now, just at the beginning, it has attracted millions of literary energy?

Rumble!

Every famous quote from the "Book of All Saints" turned into huge gold characters, floating in the sky, blending into the "Wenqu Stone Pillar", promoting the growth of the pillar of talent.

Five million feet!

Nine million feet!

Thirteen million feet!

Thirty million feet

Finally, in the eyes of countless pairs of horrified eyes, the talent caused by "The Book of All Saints" was fixed at 100 million feet.

One hundred million feet!

It is also the limit of talent measured by 'Wenqu Shizhu'.