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Chapter 1990

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"Lord Gu Masters, please come in, please come in!" The waiter bowed as he welcomed Hua Song and An Chong into the shop.

"This is a famous teahouse in the capital, it is very lively, I have been here many times." Hua Song transmitted to An Chong secretly.

The two Gu Immortals disguised themselves as Gu Masters and came to Profound Literature grotto-heaven's capital.

An Chong would rather sit on a cloud and look at the capital. But since Hua Song had such interests, he could only go along with the host.

"I want a private room on the fifth floor." Hua Song was very familiar with the place.

The two came to the fifth floor and entered the room, opening the window, they saw a huge crowd on the street. The first venue was at the end of the street, the bronze door was filled with people.

"These are the current generation scholars of Profound Literature grotto-heaven, they are also the future hope of Profound Literature grotto-heaven. Please take a look. "Hua Song sighed as he gave An Chong a rank five investigative Gu worm, it could observe the target's talent qi.

An Chong looked at it and used it, his vision changed immediately. He saw that there were talent qi above the heads of countless scholars. These talent qi were colorful, they were of different shapes and sizes, it was an eye-opener for him.

"Since there is such a Gu worm that can detect talent qi, why is there a need to hold such a selection?" An Chong asked.

Hua Song chuckled: "You do not know. Talent qi is like cultivation level, even if you have a lot, it is useless if you cannot use them. Furthermore, in this selection, you have to compose poems on the spot, they cannot be faked. It also tests the attainment of the scholars, many scholars with high talent qi might not have the inspiration to compose poems of the highest standard. "

An Chong nodded: "I see that the formation here is not only connected, it can also nurture the scholars' creativity?"

Hua Song nodded: "That's right, venerable wisdom! In this immortal formation, scholars can often perform exceptionally well, they can display their talent and aptitude.

While they were talking, the door was knocked.

The waiter obtained Hua Song's permission and brought in a basin of delicious wine and food.

"Eight treasure wild duck, golden thread crispy sparrow, panda crab meat, these are our teahouse's signature dishes, please enjoy." The waiter said.

Hua Song casually rewarded him with an Yuan stone and sent the waiter away.

Hua Song introduced to An Chong: "Envoy, although the tea here is mortal tea, it was created by Old Man Hua Yu when he was young. Back then, he was a rank four Gu Master and became the top scorer, thus he named this tea as the top scorer tea."

"Oh?" An Chong's interest was piqued, this was the work of a young rank eight Gu Immortal.

"Then I'll have to taste it properly." An Chong drank a mouthful, closed his eyes, and savored it carefully. In a trance, a slight feeling of excitement rose up in his heart, as if he had finally succeeded after smiling bitterly for more than ten years, and the complacency of life was close at hand!

"Good tea, good tea." An Chong praised sincerely. "Although this tea is mortal tea, it actually has a trace of human charm!"

During the fate war, Central Continent's Celestial Court used several human path killer moves consecutively, each move had unparalleled power and shook the world. The might of the Human Dao could be said to be known to all.

While the two immortals were sipping their tea, the bronze door of the first venue slowly opened.

The crowd in front of the door immediately roared.

"It's open, it's open!"

"Don't squeeze."

"Quickly let me in."

The crowd surged into the door one after another.

Li Xiao Bai was also in the crowd, but he was at the back.

He followed the crowd while trying to figure out the rules of this selection.

"The world poetry competition has a total of eighteen venues, each venue has a question, everyone has to answer it at the same time. No matter how many people there are, it will depend on the quality of their work, only half of them can advance. "

"After advancing to the later venues, half of them will still be chosen. Only by advancing and clearing all eighteen venues can they meet the requirements of the selection. "

"If they fail midway, they will have to return to the previous venue. If they fail consecutively and leave the first venue, they will have completely failed. "

"However, the world poetry competition lasts for seven days. Everyone has three chances to fail completely. "

"This way, it is enough for Profound Literature grotto-heaven to select excellent Gu Immortal seeds. Even if they make a mistake, they can try again. But if any scholar fails to perform properly for seven days, it means that they are not qualified enough to become a Gu Immortal with the grotto-heaven's nurturing. "

Li Xiao Bai collected his thoughts, he had already arrived at the first venue.

The venue was spacious, it was filled with scholars.

There were men and women, old and young, there were so many of them that even if there were not ten thousand of them, there were at least several thousand.

This was only the first day.

Li Xiao Bai waited in the venue for another incense's time before all the scholars in the first venue were accepted.

There was a sea of people, it was very noisy.

Thankfully, the first venue was an immortal formation space, it could expand at will, it could accommodate more scholars.

Dong dong dong!

With a series of drum sounds, the same voice entered the scholars' ears: "World poetry competition's first question — Spring, time limit is five minutes."

After saying this, the voice vanished.

"The first question is spring?"

Many scholars frowned, but there were also many scholars who were overjoyed.

Li Xiao Bai thought to himself: "There are too many poems in Wing Chun, this question seems very easy. After all, scholars have more or less created poems related to this topic before. Even though the world poetry competition requires us to create new poems on the spot, as long as we modify the original work, it can still be considered a new poem. "

"But in reality, this question is quite difficult." Li Xiao Bai had a solemn expression.

He knew that in order to create a poem, he had to compare himself with the people around him. Only by being stronger than half of the scholars would he be able to advance.

Quite a few scholars had realized this.

Many people began to think hard. Some people directly sat cross-legged on the ground, some people walked around with their hands behind their back, and some people lowered their heads and murmured softly.

Li Xiao Bai was thinking: "Which one should I copy?"

He had many Wing Chun poems in his memory, there were many classics that had been passed down for generations.

But it was not good to take out a classic for the first time. This would make it difficult for Li Xiao Bai to perform in the future. The scale of his talent did not belong to the first-rate level. If he were to take out a famous piece of work that had been passed down for generations, it would definitely arouse suspicion.

If he was lucky, Li Xiao Bai might be slightly more aggressive. But now that his luck was low, Li Xiao Bai decided to play it safe.

While Li Xiao Bai was thinking, many scholars had already created new poems.

All kinds of lights shone, the lights were colorful, strong or weak. Every time the halos dissipated from the bodies of the scholars, they would reap some benefits.

Some obtained Gu worms, some gained a breakthrough in cultivation level, some recovered primeval essence, some recovered their fatigue.

This was the killer move aid literary talents.

The creator of Profound Literature grotto-heaven, the original owner, had set up this killer move before he died. Because of this killer move aid literary talents, more and more scholars were encouraged to study hard, eventually forming Profound Literature grotto-heaven, which had a flourishing literary style.

Li Xiao Bai finally decided on his poem.

He coughed lightly and started to recite.

"Moonlight."

"Deeper in the night, the moonlight is half a house, the North Dipper is hanging down, the South Dipper is slanting."

"Tonight is the warm spring air, the sound of insects can be heard through the green veil."

Li Xiao Bai had just finished reciting when he heard a soft sound, his body started to shine with a green light.

Rumble rumble rumble.

The scholars around Li Xiao Bai all felt a formless pressure, the green light forced them to scatter, leaving behind a large empty space, only Li Xiao Bai was left standing in the center.

"Such, such a powerful light!"

"A classic has appeared!"

"To think that a classic would appear so quickly. I wonder who created it? "

Many scholars' thoughts were interrupted, they looked at Li Xiao Bai with envious and probing gazes.

Li Xiao Bai had a calm expression but he was internally conflicted: "Sigh, I copied too much, the effect is too good, I attracted a lot of attention."

He glanced around, hoping that some people would stand up and not let him be the only one in the limelight.

The green light continued to enter his aperture, causing his cultivation level to rise.

"Oh! A classic has appeared. Let me read it. "Inside the teahouse, Hua Song had some thoughts.

After reading Li Xiao Bai's work, Hua Song nodded in satisfaction: "Amazing, amazing! This Li Xiao Bai is so young but he is an experienced poet. "

"Normally, Wing Chun poems are mostly about green and peach blossoms. But this poem goes in the opposite direction, using the night sky to hide the spring scenery, it is truly ingenious. "

"The last line of the poem must have been dug up by Li Xiao Bai from his own life. It exudes a refreshing, joyous, and lively feeling. "

"Reading a poem is like reading a person, this Li Xiao Bai's state of mind is excellent!"

Hua Song praised as if he had tasted the best delicacy in the world. He looked at An Chong and smiled: "I wonder what esteemed envoy thinks of this poem?"

An Chong felt a headache coming on as he complained: "If you did not mention it, I would not have known that this poem had so many benefits. Sigh, now that you want me to comment, what should I do? "

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