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But this young man named Bailong, just wrote five words to him, and it led to the vision of Wen Dao!

A large amount of Wen Dao Qi suddenly descended from the sky, and after reaching the sky above the high platform, it was divided into two parts, one half rushed into Mr. Longxi's body, and the other half entered Chu He's body.

On Chu He's altar, a large amount of Wen Dao Qi was drawn into the Wen Palace and stored. Now is not the time to refine these Wen Dao Qi.

The vision of Wen Dao in the sky gradually disappeared, and the Confucian scholars below also talked about the pair above the sky.

"Mr. Bailong's literary talent is too good! Such a pair can come up right!"

"That's right, peach burning Jinjiang embankment, this is simply irreplaceable absolute!"

"I used to think Mr. Tao Wenjie's answer was good enough, but now it seems that I'm still being stupid!"

"Peach burning Jinjiang embankment, these five characters not only perfectly integrate the five elements into the second couplet, but also agree with the artistic conception of the first couplet! Moreover, the last word of the first couplet 'Yan Suo Pond Willow' is based on the wood of the five elements. At the end, but Mr. Bailong starts with the wood of the five elements, both of which are arranged in the order of "wood, fire, metal, water, and earth". This arrangement is really wonderful! "

"Extreme, extremely! This pair is really a match made in heaven!"

Everyone praised this perfect pair.

However, on the edge of the high platform, a figure in a white robe was staring at Chu He.

Liu Ruyun's eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't rested for days and nights, his eyes were red.

"Damn Bailong! Why do you always come to hinder me! Did you have a grudge against me in your previous life?" Liu Ruyun's face was gloomy and terrifying, he turned and walked down the high platform, bypassing the crowd and returning to his seat, he knew , I lost to this white dragon again.

In the small building next to the courtyard, Xue Feifei, who was watching, had a smile on her face: "It's really you!"

in another room.

"Peach burning Jinjiang embankment! Peach burning Jinjiang embankment! Haha! You are worthy of Mr. Bailong! Tao burning Jinjiang embankment! Hahaha!" Li Zhuqing smiled with a ruddy complexion, and the maid Cailing beside him helped her forehead helplessly. coming!

In the center of the high platform, Chu He stored the huge literary energy brought by the literary vision in his literary palace, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Congratulations, little friend!" Mr. Longxi looked at Chu He and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Longxi!" Chu He also saluted and said with a smile.

The two looked at each other with a tacit understanding and smiled, this time the vision of Wen Dao was of great help to both of them.

"Haha, it seems that another great Confucian will appear in my career!" Mr. Longxi was very excited.

Although Dagan's national strength is strong, there are not many great Confucians. It can be said that every time there is a great Confucian, Dagan's national strength will be stronger.

According to rumors from outsiders, this white dragon once caused a vision of asking questions, and this time the vision of Wen Dao was also caused by him.

According to the legend of Dagan, as long as it can cause three literary visions, it will definitely become a great Confucianism!

Of course, this is not to say that one cannot become a great Confucianist if one cannot arouse the phenomenon of literary and Taoism, but the possibility of becoming a great Confucianism is not that great.

Mr. Longxi seems to have seen the birth of the next great Confucian in Chu He.

"Everyone, Mr. Bailong was able to complete this pair, and he was recognized by heaven and earth, which caused a phenomenon of literary and Taoism. Then I declare that the winner of this last match is Mr. Bailong!" Seeing such a scene, Yu Jiang hurried forward to announce the result.

"Nephew Bailong, congratulations on winning the championship this time!" Li Yujiang brought a wine jar to Chu He with a smile on his face, and offered his blessings.

Chu He didn't refuse either, as it happened that he also had a lot of interest in these 70-year-old peach blossom wine.

Chu He walked down the high platform with the wine jar in his arms, and walked in the direction of Wang Fugui. Along the way, countless Confucian scholars congratulated him, and Chu He smiled and nodded one by one.

Chu He walked to Wang Fugui's side, looked at Wang Fugui who was still in a daze, smiled and said, "What are you doing, you don't recognize me?"

Wang Fugui woke up with a start, and his speech was a little slurred: "You...you are...Bai...Master Bailong?"

Seeing that Wang Fugui's three views were about to be shattered, Chu He also smiled and said, "Well, do you have any doubts?"

"You...why didn't you say it earlier!" Wang Fugui looked at Chu He and said as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"You...you didn't ask, did you?" Chu He was a little dumbfounded.

"You're talking nonsense! I clearly asked before..." Suddenly, Wang Fugui stopped. He seemed to have only asked Chu He's last name, but not his name.

Wang Fugui suddenly wanted to slap himself.

He was also so excited because he made a new friend that he forgot to ask Chu He's name, and it was quite fun to call him Brother Bai along the way.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this!" Seeing that Chu He's attitude towards him is still the same as before, Wang Fugui no longer struggles. He knows that Bailong will no longer recognize him as a friend without his identity being exposed. up.

"By the way, I heard people say that the older the peach blossom is, the more mellow the wine will be..." Wang Fugui's eyes were fixed on the wine jar in Chu He's hand.

"Okay, I'll treat you to a drink when it's over! I'll make you hungry!" Chu He smiled, he knew that Wang Fugui was also a good drinker.

"Everyone, since the foreplay is over, it's time to officially begin!" Li Yujiang saw that the atmosphere had almost been mobilized, so he hurried forward and said, attracting everyone's attention.

"As for the topic of this youth poetry meeting, we will leave it to our Mr. Longxi!" After Li Yujiang finished speaking, he hurriedly walked off the high platform. Mr. Longxi is taller.

"Everyone! The youth poetry meeting has started, so I won't talk nonsense! Our poetry meeting this time is held in Linjiang County, so let's use 'Linjiang' as the theme! There is no limit to the format and scope !As long as there are poems and songs related to Linjiang, all students can come up with them! The best one will be awarded the reputation of Linjiang Poem Chief! Moreover, the winner of Poetry Chief will also get a literary treasure, the Dust Sword!" Mr. Longxi looked at the Confucian scholar below and said.

At the same time, Mr. Longxi waved his sleeve robe, and a sword stand suddenly appeared in the center of the high platform, with a three-foot green sword on it.