Reborn as a fiend statue

"Damn it, look, there are several orange rays of light appearing, there is a Zhenguo Shi born."

"It's amazing, it's amazing. This is just the first round, and a national poem has appeared. How can we play in the future?"

"Mom Dan, the author of Zhengguo Poems will definitely be promoted. I'm so envious."

"I'm so envious. If you can compose a poem that subdues the country, you can advance to the next level."

"Sigh...if I had that talent, wouldn't I die of joy?"

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It took about half a day for the judges to evaluate all the poems.

The content of Zhengguo's poem was directly projected into the air using a formation method at the judging panel.

"Wow...these poems are indeed national poems. They are so well written."

"It's true, it's true. Before the Hongxiuge Poetry Society, there had been no poems to support the country for hundreds of years. But now, poems to support the country are appearing like a spurt. Has the era of scholars arrived?"

"Who knows? Anyway, wouldn't the more poems that support the country, the better?"

"It is absolutely true that the more poems that govern the country, the more literary the Xia Empire is, which is a great good thing for scholars."

"The Proud Fisherman·Autumn Thoughts"

When autumn comes, the scenery is strange. I don’t notice the singing geese before they leave.

Sounds are heard from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke sets, the sun sets, and the lonely city closes.

A glass of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home.

The Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people can't sleep, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears.

"The poem "Autumn Thoughts" is so desolate. It describes the scene of the frontier fortress in autumn and also describes the longing for home of the border guards."

"It's so amazing. This frontier fortress poem is probably going to surpass all the frontier fortress poems in recent years."

"The mood of the whole poem is very tragic and the emotion is very strong. It is a song of border guards, which touches the heart with its heroic spirit."

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"Night Parking on Maple Bridge"

The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is covered with frost, and the river maple and fishing fire are facing melancholy.

At Hanshan Temple outside Chaoge City, the bell rang to the passenger ship at midnight.

Yu Yi changed the Gusu City in the copy of "Mooring at Maple Bridge at Night" to Chaoge City to suit the situation.

As for other places mentioned in the poem, they can also be found outside Chaoge City, so there is no need to change them.

"Damn it, "Night at Maple Bridge" is even better, the orange already has a hint of gold."

"Look at the signature, it's that Mr. Yu. At the last poetry meeting in Hongxiuge Pavilion, he was the one who wrote poems that were close to being handed down from generation to generation."

"It's amazing. Mr. Yu actually participated in the poetry conference, and the specifications of the poems he produced are still so scary."

"Oh... now it's fun. In the second and third rounds, I'm afraid there will be many people who want to step on Mr. Fish and get the upper hand."

"Haha... I don't know who will step on whom."

…

The prime minister of the Zhuxia Empire walked onto the stage and said loudly: "The first round competition list has been confirmed, they are: Xuelan Empire Xue Weihan, Starfall City Mr. Yu, Holy Dragon Empire Gu Tianming..."

The prime minister read one name after another.

"The above are the one hundred talents who have entered the second round of the literary examination. Everyone whose names are read, please enter the Red Sleeve Pavilion as soon as possible to participate in the second and third round of poetry gatherings."

The square immediately exploded.

A hundred people would say more is not too much, but they would say less is not enough.

Compared to the tens of thousands of contestants, this is already very few.

Among the one hundred people who passed through, eight of them were Zhenzhou Shi, while only a dozen or so people were Zhenguo Shi.

"Wow... Zhenzhou poems can be approved. Mine are Zhenzhou poems. Why are they not included in the list?"

"What are you thinking about? The Zhenzhou poems that can be selected are not of ordinary quality.

Didn’t you notice that the selected Zhenzhou poems are all dark purple?

Those poems that have just entered the ranks of Zhenzhou poetry are all

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It was brushed off.”

"Sigh... The main reason is that there are too many scholars participating in the competition. Normally, poems about towns and counties can pass, let alone poems about towns and cities."

"Yes, most of the poems participating in the first round of competition are town and county poems, and there are more than 500 town and state poems. If all the town and state poems are selected, there will be too many people."

"Yes, not everyone can participate in the second and third rounds."

"It's a pity. I still want to pretend to be beeping in the Red Sleeve Pavilion and let His Majesty the Emperor look at me differently."

"Bah, pretending to beep randomly, be careful to lose your own head."

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"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, you are so awesome, let's go to the Red Sleeve Pavilion quickly, shall we?" Yan Qingqing's pretty face turned red with excitement, as if she had passed the competition herself.

"Haha...brother-in-law, he is indeed brother-in-law." Zixin was also very happy.

The young man who had ridiculed Yu Yi before also learned Yu Yi's identity and did not dare to be arrogant anymore. He disappeared into the crowd in despair.

"Well, let's go."

The three of them entered the Red Sleeve Pavilion unimpeded.

The layout of Hongxiu Pavilion is generally similar to that of Hongxiu Pavilion, but it is much larger and the scenery in the courtyard is pleasant.

There are rows of pavilions and pavilions, and the garden has rockeries and flowing water.

In the middle of the courtyard is a large open osmanthus forest, which is full of various kinds of osmanthus trees, including golden osmanthus, silver osmanthus, red osmanthus and other different varieties.

Now is the golden autumn season, with beautiful pearls and trees, hundreds of flowers blooming, and fragrance floating for miles, refreshing the heart and mind.

The sunshine in late autumn is not too harsh, and the warm light pours down, intertwined with various kinds of sweet-scented osmanthus, creating a beautiful scene.

As expected of an industry supported by the royal family, Hongxiu Pavilion is so luxurious that it doesn’t look like a place for fireworks at all.

On the second floor of the courtyard are numerous VIP rooms.

The doors and windows of the private room seemed to have been removed, and bead curtains were hung to block the view.

Only the figure behind the bead curtain can be vaguely seen.

The place where scholars have fun is in the inner courtyard.

Yan Qingqing took Yu Yi and Zi Xin and sat down in front of a table under a big tree, waiting for the second round of poetry meeting to begin.

Yu Yi saw many acquaintances in the courtyard, including the eldest prince Zi Hong and his men, as well as some literati who had been promoted.

Wu Tianhao was still staring in the direction of Yu Yi, wishing to eat him alive.

Yu Yi completely ignored Wu Tianhao's gaze, but Yan Qingqing glared back fiercely.

Everyone gathered in small groups in front of the table and discussed in low voices.

A woman wearing a mask, with a good figure and a black dress, gently waved her folding fan and walked to where Yu Yi and the other three were sitting, and said apologetically: "You three, is there anyone in the vacant seat?"

Zixin shook his head, "No."

The woman smiled and said, "Do you mind sitting with me?"

"Please."

Yan Qingqing looked at the masked woman in confusion. She didn't seem to be a contestant?

Then how did she get in?

If she were a noble daughter of Chaoge City, I should have an impression of her.

Although the woman is wearing a mask and can only see her big eyes and alluring red lips, you can tell from her slender figure that she is a peerless beauty.

Could it be that she is the daughter of some powerful force?

Yu Yi glanced at the masked woman kneeling in front of him, feeling speechless.

He recognized the woman's origin at a glance, and said from his soul: "Yu Yao, why are you here?"

"Hehe... Brother Yu is so awesome. He immediately saw Yuyao's disguise." Jiang Yuyao said with a smile.

The beautiful woman in front of me is Jiang Yuyao pretending to be.

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Even though Jiang Yuyao was just wearing a mask, you might think that her disguise was casual.

In fact, this is not the case. The little saint's mask is very special. It can block mental scanning, and it can also disguise her own soul and cultivation aura.

Jiang Yuyao disguised herself so perfectly that even a saint-level powerhouse could not see any flaws.

Otherwise, she would not dare to show up to the outside world arrogantly.

Yu Yi and the little saint have a soul connection, and can see the essence through the soul.

Jiang Yuyao's disguise was like nothing in front of him.

"Yu Yao, aren't you dealing with the remaining affairs in the Black Lotus Sect? Why did you escape? Are you the representative of the Black Lotus Sect?"

"Hmph... Brother Yu is disgusting. Is Yu Yao that stupid? Exposing the identity of the Black Lotus Saint to the outside world is not sincere to make people miss you?

Yuyao slipped out early and went to the manor first, but didn't see you.

I heard from Sister Xue that Brother Yu came to Chaoge City, so Yuyao also came."

"Um...Who is the representative of the Black Lotus Sect this time?"

"The three factions of the Black Lotus have all sent their own representatives to participate. The father's faction is Su Hongyuan, the chief elder's faction is Yu Tiannan, and the deputy leader's faction is Cross. The three of them are responsible for leading the Black Lotus mission."

"I see."

The fish is clear.

Among them, Su Hongyuan is Su Hongde's nephew and Su Kexin's uncle.

Jiang Yuyao smiled evilly and said: "Brother Yu, why do you think of participating in the Zhuxia Empire's poetry meeting? You still copy poems to show off, you are so shameless..."

"Cough...cough..."

Yu Yi almost choked to death.

Being so squeezed by the little saint, his old face couldn't help but blush.

When I first taught the little saint, I taught her many poems.

Obviously, Jiang Yuyao has discovered that the poems that Yu Yi used to pretend to be beeping were all copied.

"Little girl, don't talk nonsense. Do you think I want it? I'm not forced to do it."

"Hmph... don't quibble, it must be Brother Yu who can't help his pretense again."

"..."

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Yu Yi would have wanted to grab the little saint and spank her to let her know why the flowers were so red.

Yan Qingqing saw Yu Yi and the girl flirting and asked in confusion: "Xiaoyu, do you know this girl?"

Yu Yi coughed dryly and said, "We are familiar with each other."

Jiang Yuyao put away the folding fan and said, "Sorry, I was negligent and forgot to introduce myself. I am Jiang Xiaoyu, brother Yu's distant cousin."

"Ahem..." Yuyi almost squirted.

What the hell name.

Why don't you call me Jiang Xiaobai, or Zong Xiaoyu?

Yan Qingqing exclaimed: "Wow, Xiaoyu, your cousin's name is also Xiaoyu, so what should I call you in the future?"

"Brother Yu calls Miss Yan Sister Yan, and the younger sister will also call you Sister Yan. Sister Yan can call the younger sister Xiao Jiang."

Jiang Yuyao is so polite that no one can find fault with her.

However, her secret phone call with Yu Yi was another scene: "Hmph... Xiaoyu, Sister Yan, Brother Yu and Yan Qingqing call each other so affectionately, you are provoking a vixen outside again.

Yuyao will tell Sister Ya and Sister Yan'er about this and let them punish you."

The little saint is jealous again.

"..."

Yu Yi said helplessly: "Stop talking nonsense, okay? Yan Qingqing was my solid teammate during my previous adventures.

She just treats me as a younger brother, and she is a non-marriage person with a bit of a lily tendency and will not fall in love with a man."

"Really?"

"If you don't believe me, you can ask her."

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