"Why are these two fellows here?"
Lu Changsheng was a little surprised.
He didn\'t expect the Party of Bliss of Jin Nation to have attracted the two of them.
At the foot of the tower, Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng walked together. However, they were not wearing the Daira elder robes, but were wearing embroidered clothes.
Liu Qingfeng was slightly better. He looked very delicate, but Wang Fugui was fat. How could he boast that his poems were good?
"In the past few years, they have been joining in on all sorts of activities, saying that they want to learn from Senior Brother and become mortals too."
Yun Rou chuckled.
This caused Lu Changsheng to fall silent.
You call this Mortalization? Glancing at Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng, Zhang Xuan noticed that they were dressed in luxurious robes, and they seemed to be extremely wealthy. There were five attendants beside them, and every single one of them was carrying a huge amount of items. How could they be called Transcendent Mortals?
Are you sure you're not here to enjoy life?
Sigh!
Sighing, Lu Changsheng knew that nothing good would come out of meeting these two fellows in a place like this.
"Senior Brother Qingfeng, I'm not bragging. Aside from Sacred Lord Daira, no one can compare to me in terms of poetry."
Wang Fugui said solemnly.
This made Liu Qingfeng even more surprised.
"Junior Brother Fugui, are you sure?"
Liu Qingfeng was very surprised.
"I'm sure. If you don't believe me, I'll show you what it means to reach the top when Wen Tower opens."
Wang Fugui was very serious.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the entire Tower of Words exploded with light and the voice of a saint rang out.
"As the heavens move vigorously, so must a gentleman ceaselessly strive to improve himself!"
"Even if the thousand gold is gone, it will come back."
"The fragrance of the plum blossom comes from the bitter cold."
The voice of the saint rang out, and it was all Lu Changsheng's words. The pagoda rumbled, and then the eight doors opened on their own, inviting the scholars of the world to enter and compose poems.
In an instant, countless geniuses and beauties walked in. Many cultivators followed suit.
The pagoda was a Dao artefact. It did not look very big from the outside, but after entering, it was very spacious.
It could accommodate 100,000 people.
"Senior Brother, are we going in?"
Yun Rou asked.
Lu Changsheng nodded. There was no harm in walking in to take a look. It was a good opportunity to see if Wang Fugui had improved over the years.
Very soon.
Lu Changsheng and Qian Yunrou walked into the tower.
On the walls of the pagoda, there were pieces of white paper. On the white paper, there were questions written, and poems were written based on the questions. If they were neat, they would gain the approval of the pagoda and could go up. If not, they could only wait.
"Junior Brother Fugui, hurry up and compose a poem. This topic is pretty good. Using the heavy snow as a poem."
At the side, Liu Qingfeng pulled Wang Fugui to compose a poem.
"Senior Brother Qingfeng, please wait a moment. Let me think about it."
Wang Fugui wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth and frowned as he looked at the question.
After a while, he slowly said.
"The snow is white, the grass and trees turn into ice. The poor roll up their blankets, the rich enjoy the snow."
At this point, Wang Fugui sighed. He felt like he was sharing the burden of the people.
Liu Qingfeng, who was at the side, was silent.
He was not the only one who was silent. All of the other candidates were stunned as well.
Only a few of the attendants were cheering.
"Good poem, good poem. The first two lines of Young Master's poem are simple, but the last two lines describe the poverty of the people. What a good way to roll up your blankets. It is both vivid and reasonable. I am impressed, I am really impressed."
"That's right, that's right. When it snows heavily, the poor can only shiver in their blankets, while the rich can admire the snowy scenery. This poem satirizes the disparity between the rich and the poor. What a great scholar."
"It is hard to imagine that Young Master Wang is not only handsome, but also good at composing poems. He is talented, truly talented."
A few attendants braced themselves and praised. It was not easy to exaggerate a soy sauce poem to such an extent.
"Senior Brother Qingfeng, what do you think of this poem?"
Wang Fugui's face was flushed as he asked Liu Qingfeng.
Liu Qingfeng thought about it. To be honest, he did not know much about poetry. Even though he felt that Wang Fugui's poem was not very good, the problem was that these followers had done a good job.
After some thought, Liu Qingfeng gave him a look of approval. "Not bad, it has the demeanor of Senior Brother Changsheng."
He said.
This caused Lu Changsheng to fall silent once again.
Indeed, Wang Fugui's ability to compose poems was as touching as ever.
He sighed.
Lu Changsheng did not know what to say.
However, as the candidates continued to compose poems, the stairs did not appear. This meant that Wen Ta did not approve of their poems.
Just like that, time passed bit by bit.
A full two hours passed.
A hundred thousand candidates had gathered, but no one had reached level two.
Outside of Wen Ta, all the citizens and cultivators in the capital looked at Wen Ta.
It had been two hours, but no one had reached level two.
This was rare. Usually, people would reach level two every fifteen minutes.
It had been two hours, but no one had succeeded.
It was hard to understand.
Just like that, another hour passed. It was already late at night. In theory, someone should have reached the tower by now.
It might be an exaggeration to say that they reached the top, but they should have at least reached level 30 or 40?
However, out of the hundred thousand candidates, many of them were talented. Yet, none of them could reach level two. It was hard to understand.
At this point, a voice rang out.
"Birds have disappeared from the mountains, people have disappeared from the paths. A lone fisherman fishes alone in the cold river."
The voice was calm and elegant.
Twenty words were enough to describe the lonely snowy scenery.
At this point, all of the scholars were silent.
This poem was a little too beautiful.
Within Wen Ta, a snowy scenery appeared.
On the surface of the snowy river, an old fisherman was fishing alone in a small boat in the middle of the cold river.
Not a single bird could be seen. Between heaven and earth, it was pure and silent. Not a speck of dust could be seen.
All of the candidates were shocked.
However, at this point, Liu Qingfeng and Wang Fugui were shocked as well.
The two of them turned around and looked at Lu Changsheng with incredulity in their eyes.
Although they could not recognize Lu Changsheng's face, they could recognize his voice.
However, at this moment.
The ancient Wen Ta shook.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The entire Wen Ta exploded with light. The terrifying talent turned into a beam of light that pierced through the clouds.
Within the Wen Ta, the painting of the Sage that was hanging on the wall also shone brightly.
Lu Changsheng was surrounded by an extraordinary aura of talent.
An illusory image of a palace appeared behind Lu Changsheng. Sages appeared one after another, showing their extraordinary prowess.
At this moment, everyone in Jin Nation was astonished.
Outside the Wen Ta Palace, there were four mirrors that allowed people outside to see what was happening inside.
At this moment, the wooden mask on Lu Changsheng's face disintegrated.
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