I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

Chu He respectfully handed the white paper in his hand to Mr. Longxi.

Mr. Longxi nodded and took it, slowly opened it, and a poem came into view immediately.

"This..." Mr. Longxi's eyes lit up, and he began to study the poem word by word, and the surprise in his eyes couldn't stop showing.

And the traces of literary spirit entwined on that piece of paper have already explained the extraordinaryness of Chu He's poems.

Liu Ruyun looked at the literary spirit entwined in Chu He's works, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Now it seems that no matter how good this Bailong's works are, they are just like his works, only entwined with literary spirit. Just angry.

"Hmph! Mr. Bailong, that's all!" Liu Ruyun said sourly in her heart.

He has worked so hard for so many years, studying all kinds of poetry and books desperately, but at most he can only write works that entangle the spirit of literature and Taoism, and that white dragon can cause the vision of literature and Taoism as soon as he debuts, Why!

However, before Liu Ruyun could completely relax, a beam of light shot up from the center of the platform.

"boom--"

After the sky was dispersed, the clouds that had just gathered were dispersed again, and a layer of golden halo rendered the entire sky.

"No way..." Liu Ruyun was almost dumbfounded at this moment, he didn't expect that the most unlikely thing he thought would happen, actually happened!

In the sky, figures emerged one after another, holding Wen Dao classics in their hands, and the sound of the text wafted in everyone's ears, making people have an urge to worship the figures in the sky.

"These...these are...wendao visions!" Mr. Longxi's face was already full of smiles at this time. He never expected that this time he was invited to Laijiang to participate in the Youth Poetry Festival, and he came at the right time!

Mr. Longxi had heard before that this Mr. Bailong caused a literary abnormality once, and in the previous competition, he caused it again, and now, he has caused the literary abnormality for the third time Like it!

According to the saying that has been handed down from ancient times to the present, as long as Bailong does not fall halfway, he will definitely become the next great Confucian!

This is a matter of strengthening the national strength of the whole country, and it is a good thing!

Mr. Long Xi woke up from the shock, and congratulated Chu He with a smile on his face.

"Little friend Bailong is really a genius! In a short period of time, he has caused three literary phenomena. It seems that I will welcome another great Confucian!"

"boom!"

As soon as Mr. Longxi said this, all the Confucian scholars below, including Liu Ruyun, were stunned.

What does Mr. Longxi mean by this sentence? Does it mean that Mr. Bailong has obtained the passport of Daru?

"Mr. Bailong is really a genius that I have never been born in Linjiang! To be recognized by Mr. Longxi himself!"

"Yeah, I'm so envious, it would be great if Mr. Longxi could name me!"

"Brother, although it's already night, it's not time for bedtime yet, brother, it's better not to dream."

"..."

All the Confucian scholars in the audience were talking about it.

Liu Ruyun was panting heavily, her eyes were red, as if she had seen something unbelievable, and the little book boy behind her didn't dare to go up to touch the bad luck.

"Thank you, Mr. Longxi!" Chu He said with a slight bow and a smile.

Seeing that Chu He was neither arrogant nor impetuous, Mr. Long Xi couldn't help but nodded in his heart, expressing his approval of Chu He's neither humble nor overbearing attitude.

Although Chu He was very happy, he didn't take it very seriously.

Even if it caused three literary visions, it was done by the identity of "White Dragon" and had nothing to do with him, Chu He, that's why Chu He dared to make such a fuss.

Otherwise, are you a vegetarian when you are a spy from another country? They will definitely mobilize all their power to kill Bailong in the cradle, they don't want another "Mr. Longxi" to appear in Daqian.

As long as this poetry meeting is over, Chu He will return to his previous identity. The identity of "Bailong" is just for him to publish poetry collections and collect literary spirit. He will eventually return to himself.

Mr. Long Xi also showed the works written by Chu He in front of everyone.

On the white paper, a few lines of eloquent words appeared vividly on the paper.

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wipe out the heroes. Whether it is success or failure is turned around. The green hills are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river, used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are all jokes. "

On the side of the white paper, there is the title written by Chu He and the inscription by Bailong: "Immortal of Linjiang? Rolling the Yangtze River to the east".

All the Confucian scholars stared at this work with fascination, and a generous and tragic atmosphere emerged spontaneously, which made people feel soul-stirring.

"This... this is really a masterpiece!"

"Oh my god, why is Mr. Bailong's literary talent so extraordinary? How can we, as Confucian scholars, live!"

"I don't know what to brag about, I can only say one thing, Mr. Bailong is really a great talent!"

The Confucian scholars below immediately exploded, looking at the poem in the sky, discussing excitedly.

Mr. Longxi smiled slightly, and was not in a hurry to directly announce the candidate for the first prize. Instead, he let the work float around the courtyard, as if the champion had woken up and accepted the cheers of the audience.

Just as the white paper floated across the small building on the edge of the courtyard, the female relatives also saw the poems written by Chu He.

The sound of admiration is endless.

"Cailing, Cailing! Master Bailong has won!" Li Zhuqing jumped up and down in the room regardless of his appearance, shaking his little maid constantly.

Cai Ling gave Li Zhuqing a blank look, and said slowly: "Miss, Mr. Bailong's work is floating by the window right now..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Zhuqing ran to the window in a flash, and even brought the paper and pen on the table over, and he knew at a glance that his young lady had gone to transcribe the poems of Mr. Bailong.

Cai Ling shook her head, sighed, then walked over and helped Li Zhuqing to copy it together.

"Miss, Mr. Bailong's poem is floating over!" In another room, Qing Lan said as she looked at the white paper that was gradually approaching.

And Xue Feifei had already been ready for the battle, and the four treasures of the study had been laid out on the table, ready to transcribe Chu He's poems.

At this time, Chu He had also absorbed the huge literary aura brought by the literary vision, and he stored it in his literary palace.

"It seems that the next few days will not be free!" Chu He shook his head and smiled.

But Chu He is not dissatisfied, after all, it is to enhance his own strength, and Chu He is also very happy.

In the palace of literature on the altar, the Qi of Wen Dao has already filled it, and the pale golden Qi of Wen Dao has become so rich that it is about to become a liquid, reflecting that Chu He's soul has turned golden.