The room became quiet for a while.

Bai Yishan gave him a meaningful look, without saying anything more, took out a few scrolls from his sleeve robe, handed them to him and said, "Read these articles first."

Luo Qingzhou quickly took it and unfolded it carefully.

Bai Yishan took out several more scrolls from the other sleeve of his robe and whispered: "There are also a few poems written by you."

Luo Qingzhou was reading the article on the scroll carefully and was stunned when he heard this.

Bai Yishan unfolded one of the scrolls and sighed with a complicated expression: "If I hadn't accidentally heard your song "The Wine Will Enter" in the main hall, I'm afraid I would still be stuck in that bottleneck and unable to break through..."

Luo Qingzhou finished reading one of the scrolls in his hand and suddenly asked: "It requires the first draft of the author to be useful?"

Bai Yishan nodded and said: "Yes, the first draft has the greatest effect. Even if it is read in person, the audience cannot absorb the literary spirit and can only rely on it to gain some insights. When I listened to your song "Give a Toast",

I suddenly had a lot of insights, and I had a breakthrough after I went back."

Luo Qingzhou secretly thought, no wonder at the Jinchan Temple, Prince Duan and the people in the temple were all competing for the first draft he wrote.

There was a pause.

He asked again: "Senior, how confident are you in fighting against Yueyang Tower?"

Bai Yishan was silent for a moment and said: "If Zhou Yuanshan signed a life and death contract before, he should still have some confidence. As for Yueyang Tower, I'm afraid it will be difficult. The other party has already broken through to the realm of Guiyi more than ten years ago. I'm afraid that it is at least the same now.

It's the middle stage of Guiyi, or even the late stage. My Great Yan literary energy has been exhausted. Over the years, I have searched all over the Kyushu continent and found a few ancient books containing literary energy, which I use to practice. I also added the insights from your song "Toast a Wine"

, I was lucky enough to break through to the realm of unity..."

At this point, he sighed: "We were not prepared for the sudden collapse of Confucianism and Taoism. It is too late to switch to other practices. We can only bite the bullet and continue to walk hard. Compared with the training of a warrior

, the cultivation of the soul is naturally more difficult, and there is no future at all."

"As for our skills, although they are miraculous, many of them have become ineffective due to the lack of cultural energy in the world. The other party is the peak master of the Piao Miao Xian Sect. No matter the skills or the magic weapons on his body, they are beyond my comparison."

"so……"

Luo Qingzhou nodded and said: "It is indeed a bit difficult."

Bai Yishan suddenly smiled indifferently, his eyes sparkled, and his aura changed instantly: "But despite this, I will naturally not admit defeat. This time I came with the intention of dying for the country, as long as I can do something for the great

Yan strives for some opportunities, even if I, Bai Yishan, die fighting on the stage, I have nothing to fear!"

Nangong Huoyue, who was on the side, frowned and said: "Dean, it doesn't have to be like this. We have won five games. If this one is in danger, the dean will just admit defeat. Only with the dean here, can I, Dayan, have the backbone."

, I won’t let anyone bully me.”

Bai Yishan was silent for a moment and said: "We still need to win one last game. This last game..."

"Dean."

Nangong Huoyue interrupted him, glanced at someone at the door, and said, "There is still her."

Then he said quietly: "Our competition this time is not only for Dayan's benefit, but also for her. She will naturally have to put in some effort. Although someone has already helped her a lot."

When talking about someone, she glanced at someone else who was looking at the scroll.

Bai Yishan looked at the cold girl at the door.

Nangong Huoyue's eyes flashed with light, and she said: "Dean, please don't think she is a fool. Since she dares to go out to fight, she will naturally not be afraid of the constraints placed on her by the Piaomiao Immortal Sect. If she goes to fight, the Piaomiao Immortal Sect will naturally send out

A disciple, not the most powerful big shot like Yueyang Tower, comes on stage. In that case, we may still have a chance."

Bai Yishan paused, looked at the girl at the door, and asked warmly: "Miss Yueyao, can you tell me what kind of cultivation you are now?"

Luo Qingzhou also raised his head and looked at the door.

Yue Yao was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly.

Nangong Huoyue suddenly frowned and said with a cold face: "It's already this time, do you still want to hide it?"

There seemed to be a hint of discomfort on Yue Yao's cold cheeks. She paused and said, "I don't know either."

Nangong Huoyue was stunned and said, "You don't know what your current level of cultivation is?"

Yue Yao was silent again.

There was a trace of doubt on Bai Yishan's face, and he said: "Miss Yueyao, can you release some aura, or come up with a technique for Bai to see?"

Yue Yao paused, stretched out a slender jade finger, and pointed behind him.

Then, he put it away.

Bai Yishan was stunned and said, "Is it over?"

Yue Yao nodded slightly.

Bai Yishan had a suspicious expression on his face.

He didn't feel any fluctuations in the technique just now, nor did he even feel any breath.

Any warrior or soul cultivator will experience fluctuations in vitality or soul power when releasing their skills.

But when they, Confucian and Taoist practitioners, took action, their literary spirit fluctuated.

At the same time, their respective breaths will also be emitted.

But this girl just...

It's not a lie, right? In fact, she didn't release any power at all?

Bai Yishan showed a suspicious look on his face, and when he was about to ask again, Nangong Huoyue suddenly pointed behind him and said: "Dean..."

Bai Yishan was stunned for a moment, turned around to look, and suddenly froze.

Standing behind him, the young man who was reading the article on the scroll seriously suddenly turned into an ice corpse at this moment, standing there motionless, only his eyes were still blinking.

Bai Yishan: "..."

"Card!"

A flame rose from within, instantly melting the ice on his body.

Luo Qingzhou held the scroll, looked at the door and asked, "Miss Yueyao, am I easier to bully?"

The cold girl at the door actually nodded slightly.

Luo Qingzhou had nothing to say.

Bai Yishan became even more suspicious. He looked at the girl at the door again and asked: "What was used to activate the skill that Miss Yueyao just released? It shouldn't be soul power, right?"

If you use soul power to activate the technique, there will naturally be fluctuations in soul power.

But it didn't happen just now.

Yue Yao was silent for a moment, shook her head, and said, "I don't know either."

Bai Yishan was stunned when he heard this. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether she really didn't know or didn't want to say it.

At this time, Luo Qingzhou suddenly put away the scroll and said: "Senior, the time for the competition should be coming soon. I want to write some poems shamelessly. I would like to ask my senior for advice. Is it okay?"

As soon as these words came out, Bai Yishan was startled for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he said: "Please."

Luo Qingzhou did not dare to delay and returned the scroll to him, then took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, walked to the table beside him, and spread out the rice paper.

Nangong Huoyue immediately came over, picked up the ink block and said, "I'm here to help you grind the ink."

Luo Qingzhou raised his head, glanced at her, and said, "If His Majesty had his hands to study ink, these poems would definitely have a different style."

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Nangong Huoyue curled her lips while studying the ink: "Flattery."

Luo Qingzhou picked up the wolf brush, pondered for a moment, then dipped it in ink and started writing.

A poem, completed in one breath.

He picked up the rice paper, handed it to Bai Yishan, and said, "Sir, please take a look. I, this junior, will continue writing the second poem."

Bai Yishan took the rice paper, looked at it seriously, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

But after reading the entire poem, his eyes sparkled, and then he slowly closed his eyes, and the poems on the rice paper emerged in his mind word by word.

"Senior, this is the second song."

At this time, Luo Qingzhou handed him the second piece of rice paper.

Bai Yishan came back to his senses, quickly and carefully took it in his hand, then held his breath and looked at it impatiently.

"Raise your head to the floating clouds in the northwest, and lean against the sky thousands of miles away with a long sword..."

Just the first sentence made his heart flutter, and his blood surged up instantly!

When he was in a state of excitement and read the entire poem, he suddenly felt that he was filled with pride for a moment and melancholy for another moment. His emotions were complex and indescribable, and his literary spirit was endlessly agitated.

At this time, Luo Qingzhou finished writing the third poem and handed it to him.

Bai Yishan suddenly seemed to be in a state of despair. He was stunned. Fang reached out to take it and looked down.

Upon seeing this, he immediately focused his eyes again and woke up.

At this moment, Jia Xun's voice suddenly came from outside: "The time is up, both sides are ready to play!"

Bai Yishan quickly read the words that were still inked on the rice paper, and it was deeply imprinted in his mind.
To be continued...