In the underground palace.
The Bat Ancestor opened its mouth and swallowed all the righteous energy that permeated from "Gallantry". After the time it took to burn a stick of incense, the Chant of Ghosts and Gods ended.
"Huff huff huff huff!"
Suddenly, a few small bats appeared strangely in the underground palace and slowly rushed into the Bat Ancestor's mouth.
The Bat Ancestor swallowed the small bats and narrowed its eyes, "Oh? It's really the Da Qian Emissary? Written by Gu Hai? "
"Hmm?" Ram Saint also suddenly opened his eyes.
Da Qian Emissary?
"My Da Qian Emissary? Ha, hahahaha! Gu Hai? I didn't expect that in the years that I wasn't in the Da Qian, the Da Qian produced such an outstanding person. What a good poem, "Gallantry", what a good calligraphy! "Ram Saint said with a smile.
"Don't be complacent. My messenger bat sent the news that he's the only calligraphy person. Gu Hai? I've never heard of him. Who is he? How many years has it been? What kind of calligraphy cultivator could the Da Qian have? Although "Gallantry" is amazing, it seems that you can also write poems of this level. You're imprisoned here, what about Gu Hai? A single "Gallantry" is already his limit! "Bat Ancestor sneered.
Bat Ancestor had just finished speaking.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the Chant of Ghosts and Gods sounded again, louder than before.
It was from the Wuyue Academy, Gu Hai reciting "Bringing in the Wine".
The Chant of Ghosts and Gods was several times louder than before, resounding throughout the entire underground palace.
"There's more? How can it be? Without the righteous energy, how can there be a Chant of Ghosts and Gods? "Bat Ancestor said in surprise.
"No, this article is not finished yet. The righteous energy is still brewing!" Ram Saint's expression suddenly changed.
"Hmm?" Bat Ancestor raised its eyebrows.
"Extreme? Bat Ancestor, it seems that you have guessed wrong again. One must enjoy life to the fullest. Don't let the golden cup be empty against the moon. I was born to be useful. How can a thousand pieces of gold come back after being spent? Good, haha, good! "Ram Saint burst into laughter.
Bat Ancestor's face was gloomy.
In the outside world, Gu Hai read out the words word by word. The cries of ghosts and gods grew louder and louder. It was a majestic feeling of impact.
It was like a demonic tune in his mind. After hearing it once, he could not forget the verse.
"Five Flower Boats, Thousand Gold Fur Coats, Hu 'er will come out to exchange for fine wine, and with you, we will dispel the worries of the ages! Good! What a good Gu Hai! What a good Wine Song! "Ram Saint's eyes lit up.
"So what if there's no Awe-Inspiring Righteousness, but there are ghosts and gods weeping?" the Bat Ancestor said coldly.
Boom!
Suddenly, the final stroke was finished in the outside world. A blazing sun rushed into the sky. An endless amount of Awe-Inspiring Righteousness gushed out from the blazing sun.
Within tens of thousands of miles, the world was as bright as day. The light rushed into the underground palace in the blink of an eye.
Bam!
As if forming a white wave of air, it instantly dispersed all the blood mist in the underground palace.
The underground palace was illuminated in an instant.
Roar!
Bat Ancestor's face changed. He opened his mouth and inhaled. However, the sudden influx of Awe-Inspiring Righteousness was too large. He did not have time to absorb all of it. A part of it rushed into Ram Saint's head again.
"Buzz!"
Ram Saint's body emitted bursts of white light, as if he was trying to break free from the blood water chains on his body.
"Hmph, even with this Awe-Inspiring Righteousness, it's not enough. Blood, come!" Bat Ancestor snorted.
Boom!
The entire blood pool in the underground palace suddenly set off a huge wave of blood. In an instant, Ram Saint's body was wrapped up.
"Bat Ancestor, I, Da Qian, am here, hahahaha!" Ram Saint laughed and was submerged in the blood pool.
"Hmph, so what if you're here? So what if you wrote this poem? In the Capital, everything is mine. Roar! "Bat Ancestor snorted coldly. He rushed out of the blood pool and suddenly turned into a man in a black robe.
There was a cross-shaped scar above the man's right eye. His face was cold. His figure flashed and suddenly rushed out of the underground palace, heading toward Wuyue Academy.
Wuyue Academy.
Gu Hai asked Heokkang Of Silla to correct "Bringing in the Wine". Everyone looked at Heokkang Of Silla.
Correct? What a joke. Even a fool could see that Heokkang Of Silla's level was not even fit to carry the shoes of "Bringing in the Wine", let alone correct it?
This was clearly a slap in the face.
Almost everyone looked at Heokkang Of Silla's face with a sense of heartache.
Of all the people you could provoke, why did you provoke Mr. Goode? Of all the things you could compete with Mr. Goode, why did you compete with him in poetry? Wasn't this sending your face to be slapped?
It was fine if it was a private duel. Why did you do a live broadcast?
Now, two hundred million people saw your face being slapped swollen. It was very, very swollen.
Daewon's Imperial Dynasty's face was lost because of you!
Heokkang Of Silla's face suddenly turned red and white.
The ghosts and gods were still crying in all directions, and it was even more grand than "Ode to Gallantry". The white light shone, making Heokkang Of Silla unable to find a place to hide.
Gu Hai looked coldly at Heokkang Of Silla.
"Bringing in the Wine", one of Li Bai's best works in the past. If this piece can't let you live in peace, I'm sorry for Li Bai.
How can a mere mortal like you compare to the peak of the immortal poet?
Gu Hai believed that after this piece of "Bringing in the Wine", his road to the capital would be much smoother. At least in the field of poetry, no one would dare to provoke him.
"You, you, you, you are only in your seventies, how is it possible …!" Heokkang Of Silla looked at Gu Hai with a hint of despair in his eyes.
"Ha! Like I said before, when it comes to writing poems, it does not depend on how old you are. It depends on your talent. Even if you are just a child, those with high talent can still write great works for eternity!" Gu Hai sneered.
Gu Hai wasn't talking nonsense. Back on Earth, Luo Binwang was only seven years old, and his piece of "Goose, Goose, Goose, Song to the Heavens …!" had been passed down for eternity.
There were many Elementary Scholars and High Scholars who died of old age without leaving behind a masterpiece. That was talent.
"Talent?" Heokkang Of Silla looked at Gu Hai, his eyelids twitching.
"That's right, you don't have the talent!" Gu Hai nodded very honestly.
You don't have talent!
You don't have talent!
You don't have talent!
…
…
…
Gu Hai's words echoed in Heokkang Of Silla's mind like a demon's voice.
I don't have talent? No. Impossible.
But there was a vivid example in front of him. Gu Hai had just entered the world of cultivation from the secular world. How old was he? How could he compare to "Gallantry" and "Bringing in the Wine"?
Compared to him, did he really have talent?
In an instant, a halo of "no talent" suddenly appeared above Heokkang Of Silla's head.
Both the surrounding officials and the people in the capital seemed to agree with Gu Hai's words at this moment.
Yes, Gu Hai was right. He could write poems easily. Even if he had talent, he could do the same as him.
"Puff!"
Heokkang Of Silla suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Gu Hai's words "you don't have talent" echoed in his mind.
"Your Highness!" The group of officials suddenly exclaimed.
Long Wanyu, however, clapped and cheered. You dared to scold my brother-in-law just now.
Binghime, Li Shenji, and Sima Kong all looked at Gu Hai with complicated expressions. Who would have thought that Gu Hai's calligraphy skills would be so amazing?
He could write so easily? He could crush Heokkang Of Silla until he spat out blood? Is there anything you don't know?
"It's fine if you don't have talent! Is there a need to spit blood? "Zi Wei said disdainfully.
"He didn't want to pay to treat us to meat and wine. You're stingy. Admit it. Is there a need to spit blood to pretend?" Chang Sheng also said disdainfully.
"Puff! You, you …! "Heokkang Of Silla looked at the two rice buckets and spat out two more mouthfuls of blood.
Am I such a stingy person? Where did these two come from? They speak so harshly.
"The two of you, forget it. Don't be angry with Heokkang Of Silla. After all, we are guests from afar. A strong dragon cannot crush a snake in its own territory!" Gu Hai said to the two in a low voice.
However, at this moment, everyone's eyes were on Heokkang Of Silla and Gu Hai. Although he said it softly, everyone heard it.
The faces of the surrounding officials immediately darkened again. What do you mean by a strong dragon cannot crush a snake in its own territory? Are you a strong dragon? Heokkang Of Silla is a snake in its own territory?
If Heokkang Of Silla's gaze could kill, Gu Hai would have died many times over.
However, they could not refute. They were the ones who put their faces forward to be slapped.
For a moment, all the officials had mixed feelings.
Mo Yike, Chang Sheng, and the others smiled bitterly and did not jump out at this time.
Gu Hai was writing poems now as if he had the help of God. If he suddenly had an inspiration and wrote a few more poems, then the Daewon Imperial Dynasty's face would be completely lost.
"Alright, since Heokkang Of Silla does not want to correct my 'Bringing in the Wine', then put it away!" Gu Hai shook his head and said.
Obviously, Gu Hai also understood that it was enough to not overdo it.
Binghime stepped forward and gently rolled up the 'Bringing in the Wine'.
"Boom!"
The boundless righteous Qi in the sky suddenly seemed to be absorbed into the piece of paper. The sun in the sky also instantly fell into the paper. Binghime slowly rolled it up.
At this moment, suddenly, a cold wind blew in all directions. Under the strong wind, rolling blood clouds suddenly appeared in the sky.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!"
The blood clouds suddenly exploded and turned into countless bats in an instant, covering the entire Five Mountains Academy.
"Buzz!"
In mid-air, a black-robed figure suddenly appeared.
The black-robed figure stood in mid-air, and a wave of panic spread in all directions.
"Boom!"
As if a strong wind blew, the banquet was suddenly in a sorry state.
Everyone looked up.
Chang Sheng's expression suddenly changed, and he was the first to stand up.
"Greetings, Ancestor!" Chang Sheng bowed respectfully.
Following Chang Sheng, a group of officials also stood up and suddenly bowed respectfully.
"Greetings, Ancestor!"
Those who bowed respectfully to the black-robed figure were a group of vampires, and the identity of the black-robed figure was obvious.
"Bat Ancestor?" Li Shenji suddenly narrowed his eyes.
"Greetings, Bat Ancestor!" Mo Yike and Qin Zibai bowed slightly. A large number of officials followed suit and bowed.
"Bat Ancestor!" Heokkang Of Silla wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said bitterly.
Bat Ancestor was a man in his fifties with a cross-shaped scar above his right eye.
The moment Bat Ancestor appeared, Binghime's expression suddenly changed. She grabbed the scroll in her hand and immediately walked toward Gu Hai, a trace of panic flashing across her face.
"Hmm?" Gu Hai saw Binghime's panic and showed a trace of doubt.
However, Bat Ancestor ignored the others and looked at the unrolled chapter of "Ode to Chivalry"!
"Oh, not bad, what a good" Ode to Chivalry ", what a strong sense of righteousness!" Bat Ancestor showed a trace of a sneer and reached out to grab it.
"What are you doing? This was written for us by Gu Hai! "Zi Wei grabbed" Ode to Chivalry "and stared at the Bat Ancestor in mid-air.
"Hmm?" Bat Ancestor's face turned cold.
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