"F * ck..."
Looking at the golden light shining on the paper, let alone those who were uncultured, even those who were knowledgeable would only be able to express the astonishment in their hearts by saying 'F * ck'.
Sun Mo had written a great teacher poem!
What was a great teacher poem?
It meant that the emotions of great teachers were very strong. After writing this poem, the poem would have the effect of a great teacher halo that would last forever.
When someone read this poem, they would be augmented by this great teacher halo.
Without exception, such works were all treasures in the great teacher world.
Xu Chunbo's eyes opened wide and he quickly walked toward the offering table.
"Haha, I'll win for sure!"
Gu Xiuxun was overjoyed.
As for reading the poem?
(No rush!
This is my man's work. I can look at it every night while having a go with Sun Mo.)
(Wait a minute, these people would probably snatch it, right?)
Mei Ziyu and the other Calabash Brothers looked at Sun Mo in worship.
After Secondary Saint Zhou's shock, he felt extremely depressed. (How the hell am I supposed to win?)
This was the first time in his life that he felt a great sense of helplessness!
Xu Chunbo read out this poem in a cadence.
Everyone's expressions were stunned by Sun Mo's heroism.
Everyone was a great teacher and their literary attainments weren't bad. This poem was about Sun Mo comparing himself to a chrysanthemum. When my flower blooms, the fragrance of the other flowers will wilt. The soaring fragrance will definitely fill the nine provinces.
This was saying that Sun Mo was confident and proud, that he would definitely become the Saint Gate's sect leader.
The fragrance soared into the sky and filled the entire city. This scene immediately appeared, and they also experienced a sharp sense of oppression.
"The effect of this great teacher halo is similar to 'perseverance', but compared to it, it has more vigor and heroism!"
Wei Ziyou commented.
After students were augmented by perseverance, they would be able to study non-stop for months as if they were injected with chicken blood. The effect of this poem was even better.
Everyone was discussing this poem, being subdued by its magnificent concept. They chewed on it carefully and their mouths were filled with fragrance.
"Sigh, Sun Yasheng's performance in all three rounds was perfect. How can others compete with him?"
"I've long since said that he is an expert in both calligraphy and painting. This round is a waste!"
"Forget it. Even if he is an expert in both calligraphy and painting, it's impossible for a great teacher halo to appear every time he composes a poem. I can only say that Sun Yasheng is too strong."
Everyone looked at the six quasi-saints and felt that they were very miserable. It was as if they were being hung up and beaten ruthlessly.
"Alright, everyone has appreciated Sun Yasheng's famous poem. Who's next?"
Xu Chunbo asked.
Chen Zhiming rubbed his teeth and wanted to retreat. The others also looked unlucky.
It was naturally not a problem for them to compose a poem that was above average. But compared to Sun Mo?
That would be asking to be humiliated.
"I forfeit!"
Fang Hong gave up decisively.
"I also forfeit!"
Gao Ning shrugged. "It's not embarrassing to lose to Sun Shuangjue!"
The other quasi-saints also expressed their stance one after another, all of them giving up.
For this round, Sun Mo won without a fight.
Pa pa pa!
Sun Mo's group of friends and relatives immediately started to applaud. After three rounds, his performance was the best and his position as the sect leader was stable.
"Don't be hasty, I didn't say there would only be three rounds!"
Xu Chunbo reminded.
"Ah? What else? "
Qin Yaoguang felt depressed.
"That's only natural. How can such an important position like the sect leader be decided through just three rounds?"
Xu Chunbo rolled his eyes and wanted to announce the contents of the fourth round, but he was interrupted by Bao Dewei.
"Saint, please wait a moment!"
After Bao Dewei stopped him, he cupped his fists toward Sun Mo.
"Sun Yasheng, I'm thick-skinned and would like to request for a poem!"
Bao Dewei smiled awkwardly. "I'm going home. I can't possibly return empty-handed, right? Sun Yasheng, please grant me my wish! "
Sssss!
Everyone understood Bao Dewei's unspoken words. This person wouldn't be participating in the subsequent rounds.
Had he been beaten into submission by Sun Mo?
"It's still unknown who will emerge victorious. Why must Yasheng Bao do this?"
Sun Mo counter-asked.
"Sigh!"
Bao Dewei shook his head and laughed. "I'm already an old antique with one foot in the grave. The reason I came to fight for the position of the sect leader was because I wanted to give myself pressure and see if I could touch the threshold of a saint. Now, it seems that I'm just being delusional."
Since Bao Dewei had already said this, Sun Mo also felt embarrassed. He looked at Bao Dewei and thought of a poem.
"Then I'll display my incompetence!"
Sun Mo picked up the brush again and dipped it in his blood. He then wrote a poem on the fine paper that the female clerk had already laid out.
Although the divine turtle's lifespan is long, there's still an end to it!
...
Old steed in the stable, aspiring to move a thousand miles!
...
Fortunately, I can sing a song to express my aspiration!
Bao Dewei was stunned when he saw Sun Mo finish writing. His gaze was blank and his voice was trembling. "What... what's her name?"
" !"
Sun Mo looked at Bao Dewei. "When a person dies, he doesn't stop breathing. Rather, he loses his dreams and the courage to fight!
"Yasheng Bao, don't you feel that to us great teachers, dying in bed is the greatest misfortune?"
After Sun Mo finished speaking, everyone fell silent.
The spectators in the hall were all high-star great teachers and naturally weren't young. Quite a number of them had already given up on improving and started to enjoy the rest of their lives.
They were either greedy for enjoyment or had the heart but lacked the strength. But now, after seeing Sun Mo's poem, they felt that they were still young and could still fight!
"Haha! Haha! "
Bao Dewei suddenly laughed uproariously. After that, he lifted his hand and fiercely slapped himself a few times.
(That's right!
So what if I'm dying of old age?
This isn't a reason for me to feel discouraged!
On the contrary, I should use the remaining time I have to make it more meaningful.)
"A martyr in his twilight years is filled with lofty aspirations!"
Bao Dewei mumbled, "Well said!"
BOOM!
Bao Dewei's body suddenly burst forth with golden light. They transformed into the form of a galloping steed and galloped into the distance.
Those who were affected by the halo felt that they could continue fighting for another 500 years!
"This... is this an epiphany of a great teacher halo?"
Ji Xiangdong was envious.
"Moreover, it's a halo that has never appeared before!"
Many people were so envious that they were drooling. After the golden light vanished, they sensed the effect of this great teacher halo while staring at Sun Mo.
If it wasn't for the fact that their statuses weren't high enough and they were in the hall, they wouldn't dare to act rashly. Otherwise, they would immediately surround Sun Mo and beg him for a poem.
"Thank you, Teacher Sun, for your guidance!"
Bao Dewei bent his waist and bowed 90 degrees to Sun Mo.
Sun Mo accepted this bow calmly.
After that, everyone clasped their hands in unison and congratulated Bao Dewei.
"Congratulations to secondary saint for obtaining a new great teacher halo!"
There were quite a number of secondary saints in history, but not many of them left their names behind. However, Bao Dewei had comprehended a brand new great teacher halo, so he would definitely be able to do so.
"Thank you!"
Bao Dewei was very reserved.
After a round of greetings, Xu Chunbo announced that the fourth round would begin.
"Speaking of which, it's quite a coincidence. The fourth round is to climb the Sacred Mountain, and the location of the Sacred Mountain is on the back of a divine turtle."
This time around, Xu Chunbo personally took action. 15 minutes later, he brought over a turtle that was carved from white jade. It was roughly the size of a basketball.
Everyone exchanged mutual glances. What was this?
"This is a secret treasure of darkness that the first generation saint brought back from the Darkness Continent. Look into the eyes of the turtle, and your soul will be cast onto its back. After that, you will be able to see a stairway to the heavens. What you have to do is to climb all the way up to the peak of the Sacred Mountain!"
Xu Chunbo explained.
"The time limit for this round is seven days. At that time, those who can't reach the peak will be eliminated. The last person who reaches the peak will also be eliminated."
Xu Chunbo explained.
"What if no one reaches the peak?"
Someone asked.
"Then these people won't have the qualifications to inherit the position of the sect leader. A new round of selection will be held!"
Xu Chunbo looked at them and said in a strict tone, "Our Saint Gate's objective has always been to rather have nothing than to have something substandard."
"Everyone, you guys can start at any time!"
After Xu Chunbo said that, he reminded, "The flow of time in the turtle shell is different from the nine provinces. One day here is equivalent to seven years inside."
"Huh? Wouldn't seven days be 49 years? Moreover, it's possible that we won't be able to reach the peak? "
Everyone was shocked.
After Bao Dewei gave up, Second Saint Qian also gave up. It was because even if Sun Mo made a mistake, it wouldn't be his turn. After all, Second Saint Zhou and Fang Hong's performances were very outstanding.
Therefore, the fourth round was a competition between five people.
They followed the method Xu Chunbo taught them and stared into the eyes of the white jade turtle. After that, a phantom image flew out from the center of their brows and cast itself onto the turtle's back.
"Eh, quickly look. There are people on the turtle's back."
The five people were miniature versions of Sun Mo's group of five. They were even smaller than sesame seeds.
Only then did everyone realize that the tiny, almost undetectable horizontal lines on the tortoise shell were actually steps.
"Everyone, you guys can disperse now. You won't be able to see the battle situation even if you stay here!"
After Xu Chunbo said that, he sat down cross-legged. As the referee, he had to constantly monitor the competition's progress to prevent people from cheating or causing damage.
An Xiaoxing stood up.
"Grandpa!"
An Xinhui was startled. "Are you not going to watch anymore?"
"There's no need!"
An Xiaoxing said and left.
When everyone heard this, they were filled with admiration. How much confidence did he have in Sun Mo?
Only An Xinhui could sense that An Xiaoxing was distant and cold toward him.
"Everyone, I'll take my leave too!"
Bao Dewei had comprehended a new great teacher halo and had to hurry back to stabilize his mental state.
Very soon, Bao Dewei returned to the courtyard he was staying in.
As a secondary saint, he could afford to buy such a place. It was just that he didn't like luxury. Therefore, other than an old servant, there was no one to serve him. It was inevitable that he felt a little lonely.
Bao Dewei walked into the study and was about to record his insights when he was suddenly stunned. It was because An Xiaoxing was standing before the bookshelf with his hands behind his back.
"Saint An?"
Bao Dewei bowed, but he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Wasn't it a little too rude to enter the owner's study without permission?
However, when he thought of the favor he owed Sun Mo, Bao Dewei didn't have any complaints.
"You have no hope of becoming a saint in this lifetime!"
An Xiaoxing went straight to the point.
"What do you mean by this?"
Bao Dewei was unhappy. Now that he had been enlightened by Sun Mo, it was time for his lofty aspirations to erupt. He couldn't tolerate such contempt.
"What I mean is that even if I leave you alive, you won't mature and will rot instead. So, why don't I just pluck you?"
An Xiaoxing turned and looked at Bao Dewei.
"'It' is very hungry now and needs to eat!"
"Who?"
Bao Dewei didn't know what this fellow was talking about.
An Xiaoxing didn't have the mood to explain anything.
An instant later, there was no one left in the study. Only a great teacher robe was left. However, it soon turned into dust and dissipated into the air.
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