Reborn as a fiend statue

However, everyone was disappointed.

The temple that was about to open fell silent again after a brief fluctuation.

"Damn it, why did you stop?"

"Didn't we get the keys together? Why can't the temple be opened?"

"Is it possible that the method of opening is wrong?"

"The temple has never been opened before, who knows how to open it?"

"Is it because the time has not come yet?"

"It shouldn't be. Isn't the temple already activated? If the time doesn't come, the temple won't appear."

"What's the reason?"

"Only the devil knows!"

…

The leaders of each force are full of questions.

Yu Yi felt numb.

He couldn't predict the situation, so he didn't know the reason why the temple could not be opened.

He frowned and stared at the door, trying to figure out the doorway.

Adil stepped forward and blew gently into Yu Yi's ear, making his ear itch.

The enchanting succubus smiled sweetly and said: "Little handsome boy, you think of things too simply.

To open the temple, you not only need two keys, but also need enough literary and military skills.

Without the last two conditions, the temple still cannot be opened."

"Literary spirit and martial arts?" Yu Yi suddenly realized.

No wonder the major forces recruited some literati from the Zhuxia Empire to participate in adventurous activities.

Yu Yi asked shamelessly: "I understand Wu Yun very well, but what's going on with Wen Qi?

The desert temple was handed down from the barbaric era, when humans still lived a life of eating hair and drinking blood.

There were not even a few monks, and writing had not yet appeared, let alone scholars.

Why should human civilization be used to open the temple?"

Adil shook his head and said: "I don't know who I am. The records about the temple are too old. Who knows what happened?"

Yu Yi continued to ask: "How to use literary energy and martial arts?"

Atil explained: "The scholars present need to inject literary energy into the white jade plate, and the monks need to inject martial energy into the golden jade plate. The door will not open until the two kinds of energy reach a certain level."

"Huh? How to extract cultural energy and military luck?"

"Giggle, giggle... Extracting literary energy and military fortune is the unique method of the Zhuxia Empire, and we can't do it."

Yu Yi looked at Zixin and others in surprise.

He remembered that the Xia Empire held poetry conferences and martial arts conferences to unite literary and martial arts.

The methods of the Zhuxia Empire are indeed endless.

Zixin shook his head and said: "Brother-in-law, you don't have to look at me. Only the royal family's elders know about the extraction of literary energy and martial arts. I don't know how to do it at all."

Yan Qingqing also shook her head: "Neither can I."

There is no hope for these two guys.

Yu Yi had no choice but to turn his attention to the eldest prince Zihong.

Zihong stepped forward and said, "This matter is all my responsibility."

He motioned to several eighth-level experts around him.

Judging from the clothes of those eighth-level powerhouses, they were obviously members of the royal group of elders of the Zhuxia Empire.

One of the royal elders spoke up: "Readers, please write poems on the spot, and we will be responsible for extracting the literary spirit from the poems using secret methods.

From the lowest town-township poems to the top-level poems handed down from generation to generation, no one is missing, otherwise the temple door cannot be opened."

A monk couldn't help but ask: "What about martial luck? How to extract it?"

"Martial luck requires each force to send monks to discuss it before it can be drawn."

Yu Yi was speechless, he just opened the door, why did it have to be so complicated?

Yu Yi is not interested in writing poems or competing in exams.

Anyway, he has provided a key, which can be regarded as a contribution.

He led his team back to the edge of the square, leaving the place to the major forces and letting them decide who would write poetry and who would compete in martial arts.

It didn't take long.

All parties negotiated and came up with the result.

The square is divided into two areas. The left area is the literary examination area.

The scholars recruited by various forces are either busy writing or immersed in thinking.

Zuo Xu, Chen Qiusheng, Sun Wang, Yu Wenhuan, Liu Shixue and other talented people from the Xia Empire were among them.

Gu Tianming was also immersed in writing poetry.

In the area on the right side of the square, several arenas have been jointly arranged by many forces.

They sent their respective men into the ring to discuss and fight.

Several royal elders of the Zhuxia Empire were distributed in front of various arenas, holding special crystal balls and chanting words.

Liu Yunyue whispered: "Mr. Yu, you have great literary talent, why don't you write poetry? Didn't the royal elders of the Zhuxia Empire say that you must have poems handed down from generation to generation?"

Xue Weihan nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, Xue really wants to see Brother Yu show his talent."

Yu Yi asked back: "Didn't Princess Yue and His Highness Xue also compose poems that were handed down for generations? Why don't you two go?"

Xue Weihan waved his hands and said: "Brother Yu, please don't attack Xue. Xue was able to write a poem that will be handed down at the poetry conference because he guessed the title in advance.

And it took a long time to prepare before I could do it.

To have Xue perform a poem on the spot, and to be able to compose a national poem would be considered an extraordinary performance."

Liu Yunyue nodded and said: "My situation is similar to that of Brother Xue. Mr. Yu, please let us see your literary talent again."

Yu Yi was helpless.

He was able to compose poems that were handed down from generation to generation, but they were all copied.

If Yu Yi is really allowed to write his own poems, Zi Xin is a good comparison.

Liu Yunyue and Xue Weihan are really capable. If they were left to the Tang and Song Dynasties, their literary level would be at the forefront.

Yu Yi refused the two men's advances without hesitation.

"I don't have much inspiration right now. My main energy is on cultivation. I believe that with Zuo Xu, Gu Tianming and the others here, it should be no problem to gather enough literary energy."

Qu Hanyan covered her lips and snickered.

My elder brother will also be in trouble one day.

"Alas... What a pity." Liu Yunyue sighed.

She was really looking forward to Yu Yi showing off his literary talent.

Yu Yi rolled his eyes.

More than an hour passed, and most of the scholars who entered this place had composed poems.

Each scroll exudes different colors of literary spirit.

White, cyan, blue, purple, orange, and other colors complement each other.

Unfortunately, no gold appeared.

The best ones are just Orange Zhenguo poems, not even one poem that is close to a poem handed down from generation to generation, let alone an authentic poem handed down from generation to generation.

Several royal families were enshrined on those scrolls, and their literary energy was extracted using secret methods and stored in special crystal balls.

Zihong, Zuo Xu, and Gu Tianming, the three scholars with the best poetic talents, did not look good.

Without the golden literary spirit of the handed down poem, it means that the temple door cannot be opened.

The eldest prince Zihong thought for a while and walked up to Yu Yi's team: "Your Highness Snow, Princess Yue, and Mr. Yu, please three of you write a poem that will be handed down from generation to generation, otherwise we will all be shut out."

Xue Weihan and Liu Yunyue looked at Yu Yi one after another.

Yu Yi shrugged, "You two go ahead, my literary imagination has dried up and I can't write poetry now."

"..."x2

Yu Yi acted shamelessly, leaving Liu Yunyue and Xue Weihan helpless.

The two of them immersed themselves in thought for a while and began to write quickly on the table that had been set up. After Xue Weihan and Liu Yunyue finished the poem, they handed it to the eldest prince Zihong.

The literary talents of these two people are really inferior.

After their poems were read out, they were all orange with gold, and they were close to the level of poems handed down from generation to generation.

"Alas... Xue tried his best in a hurry, but he is still a little short of a poem that can be handed down from generation to generation." Xue Weihan sighed softly.

Liu Yunyue nodded: "My palace's is about the same, and it's still a long way from being a poem handed down from generation to generation."

The eldest prince Zihong couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

Can you two say goodbye to Versailles?

There are poems written by others, but no one reaches this level.

Xue Weihan looked at Yu Yi and said helplessly: "Brother Yu, you also saw it, it's not that Xue didn't work hard.

Without a month or two of hard thinking, Xue really wouldn’t have been able to compose a poem that would be handed down for generations to come.”

Liu Yunyue's beautiful eyes stared at Yu Yi, the meaning was obvious: it's your turn to play.

Yu Yi got up helplessly and went to copy poems.

He suspected that the two guys did it on purpose.

Liu Yunyue immediately transformed into a star-chasing girl and polished his ink for him.

Yu Yi chose the eternal Chinese Valentine's Day poem.

"Magpie Bridge Immortal: Xianyun Nongqiao" by Qin Guan in the Song Dynasty.

As soon as this word came out, no one dared to write Chinese Valentine's Day poems.

Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Fairy·Xianyun Nongqiao", Su Dongpo's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When Will the Bright Moon Come", Xin Qiji's "Green Jade Case·Yuan Xi" were later generations collectively known as the three major festivals of Chinese Valentine's Day, Mid-Autumn Festival and Lantern Festival through the ages.

swan song lyrics.

As soon as these three poems came out, no one dared to write poems about the three major festivals of Chinese Valentine's Day, Mid-Autumn Festival, and Lantern Festival.

There is absolutely no problem that "Magpie Bridge Immortal·Xianyun Nongqiao" will become a poem handed down from generation to generation.

Xue Weihan and Liu Yunyue's eyes became brighter and brighter when they saw the lines of text appearing on the scroll.

After Yu Yi finished writing, he put down his brush.

Liu Yunyue raised the scroll and read it eagerly.

"Magpie Bridge Fairy·Xianyun Makes Clueless"

The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness. When gold, wind, jade and dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on my way back! If our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?

As Liu Yunyue chanted, bright golden light emitted from the scroll.

There is no doubt that "Magpie Bridge Immortal·Xianyun Nongqiao" has reached the level of a poem handed down from generation to generation.

Xue Weihan praised: "Good, good... what a 'Golden Wind, Jade Dew, once they meet, they can defeat countless people in the world'. Brother Yu is really a great talent."

"If love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night..."

Liu Yunyue murmured to herself, her eyes getting brighter and brighter.

"Mr. Yu can write timeless poems at will. I am worthy of being a talented man who can win the championship in poetry competitions."

The eldest prince, Zi Hong, had a complicated expression on his face. He didn't expect that Mr. Yu would pretend to do it again.

As the saying goes, there is no first in writing and no second in martial arts.

But if Mr. Yu’s literary talents are number one, I’m afraid no one would dare to object.

Just now, Zihong came to see Yu Yi and the others and asked them to compose poems on the spot. He probably wanted to slap them in the face.

He only composed poems that subjugated the country, while Liu Yunyue and Xue Weihan successively composed top-notch poems that were close to poems handed down from generation to generation.

Later, Mr. Yu once again wrote a poem that has been handed down from generation to generation.

Zihong felt like his face was being slapped again and again, until his face was swollen.

"The talents of the three are really admirable." Zihong said with a complicated expression.

"Your Highness, the eldest prince, is a compliment." Yu Yi waved his hand indifferently.

Zihong said goodbye to Yuyi and the others, took their poem scrolls, and handed them to the royal elders to extract literary energy.

There are poems handed down from ancient times, and the conditions for literary style are already there.

Just wait for the martial luck extraction to be completed before you can open the temple.

…