If Su Xuan cultivated the 'water element cultivation technique', he would naturally be like a fish in water.
It was a pity that he cultivated the Back Earth Elemental Technique!
The five elements were mutually reinforcing and restraining each other on the basis of the same amount. Now that the water was three hundred miles wide, he would lose fifty to sixty percent of his power in an instant.
"That's why we need to lure Ao Tong out of the water.”
"How?"
Even if he lured them out, wouldn't Ao Tong hide back into the water when he saw that he was no match for them? Monsters like Lang Hua had simple and pure thoughts. Most monsters were like that, so when they were evil, they were usually pure--for example, they would eat people in different ways.
In the eyes of the demons, eating humans was eating, no different from eating other wild animals.
Putting that aside, Su Xuan scanned the area and found a stone pavilion by the Qingsha River a few kilometers away.
" That's a good place?" Su Xuan pointed.”
"Huh?" Lang Hua widened his eyes in confusion.”
Su Xuan smiled and walked over with his hands behind his back.""Tonight, there will be a moon-admiring poetry gathering here.”
Lang Hua shook his head.”
……
At night, there was only a waning moon in the sky, and the stars were shining brightly.
It had been a long time since he had seen such a magnificent and brilliant Xing Han. He could not help but mutter to himself,"There are two things in the world that can deeply shock people's hearts. One is the noble moral code in our hearts, and the other is the brilliant starry sky above our heads.”
Lang Hua turned into a human with a spiritual aperture and rolled his eyes."This kid must be crazy."
What nonsense are you talking about!
Su Xuan smiled and didn't mind.
Su Xuan had already started planning this afternoon. He took out some silk, candlesticks, and books to decorate the stone pavilion by the shore into an elegant place. Under Su Xuan's command, a few female ghosts transformed into talented scholars and spread the news of the " Moon-admiring Poetry Meet, the champion under the moon ".
There was a Qingsha County near the Qingsha River. The "Qingsha Inkstone" made from Qingsha Mud was famous far and wide. Therefore, there were many scholars in Qingsha County.
After Su Xuan's operation, those self-proclaimed romantic scholars naturally could not hold themselves back. In addition, the Moon Appreciation Ci was rather elegant. If they could produce one or two famous works here, they would naturally rise to fame! Therefore, at night, nearly a hundred scholars came together.
Sensing the large number of visitors, Su Xuan had no choice but to set up many tables by the shore.
Lang Hua was a little confused.”
But why?
Lang Hua didn't quite understand.
When everyone gradually arrived, Su Xuan, who was dressed in his usual attire as the host of the poetry meet, came out and said a few words,""I am Su Xuan, honored to host this poetry meet.”
After saying that, he cupped his hands and bowed. It was the standard etiquette of a scholar.
The decoration here was exquisite, the atmosphere was elegant, and a solemn and humane atmosphere arose spontaneously. The scholars in the row returned the salute one after another, and even the thoughts of fighting for fame and fortune faded a little.
Su Xuan went straight to the point." Since it's a moon-admiring poetry gathering, I would like to invite everyone to compose poems for everyone to comment on. I have a generous gift for the champion of this poetry meet.”As he spoke, Su Xuan raised his hand and took out a wooden box. After opening it, the luminous pearl inside shone brightly, dazzling everyone's eyes.
Those scholars couldn't help but be attracted. Infatuation and greed appeared in their eyes.
"Wait a moment!"
Suddenly, an old man stepped forward and bowed. Then, he asked,"I wonder who are the people who comment on poems in this Poetry Association?”
Su Xuan didn't show off." It's up to the elders."”
The old man smiled and nodded. He turned around and invited a few famous elders to be the commentators of the poetry meet. They were all university students of Qing Sha County and had a deep knowledge. Everyone was convinced that they would be the commentators.
Soon, the poetry meet began smoothly, and the atmosphere gradually became more intense. Other than the initial guidance, Su Xuan retreated to the side and watched quietly. There were a few well-known scholars participating in this poetry meet, so their poetry standards were quite good.
Of course…
It was just not bad.
After all, this was a hastily prepared poetry recital, and some of the poems even Su Xuan couldn't bear to read. Even the best of them were far inferior to Su Xuan's predecessor. However, the intense and rich literary aura here gradually gathered into a ball, covering the sky around the stone pavilion.
In the corner, Su Xuan's eyes flashed as he observed the presence of the literary aura.
"Could it be that we can rely on many scholars to condense their literary qi and create a method to become a saint?”
When the time came, scholars would open their literary palace, condense their literary courage, refine their literary qi, write poems that could kill enemies, write poems that could produce flowers, and use their tongues as swords. When they finished their poems, they would come to the country. Whoever was not convinced would have their literary palace explode at a glance, and whoever they scolded would have their heads explode. It was quite interesting to think about it, but it was just a thought.
There was also Civil Star in the world of the West, but Civil Star was only a relatively powerful Heavenly God of the Upper Realm. He was far from the level of a Saint in the novels of his previous life.
Moreover, the "literary spirit" was probably a type of "noble spirit"--as the saying goes,"the world has righteousness, and the miscellaneous forms are formed."
Although the level of this poetry meet wasn't high, it still depended on who he was competing with.
Compared to the demons, it was simply too high.
The "literary aura" formed by the interaction of the scholars naturally attracted the attention of the flood dragon spirit at the bottom of the river. An obscure spiritual sense fluctuation came from the bottom of the river and swept across the shore. Lang Hua had restrained his aura. He was bored to death by the side. He did not understand the beauty of human poetry.
However, when that spiritual sense appeared, his eyes suddenly widened and he became spirited."That kid was right!"
Su Xuan smiled and narrowed his eyes.""Heh, it's time to show off my real skills.”
He stepped out of the crowd and cupped his hands to everyone."This one has been watching for a long time and is itching for a fight, so I'll make a fool of myself.”
As the host of the poetry gathering, it was not a problem for Su Xuan to be in the limelight. It was even necessary for him to support them.
Therefore, the literati were all in high spirits.
"The poem of the owner is definitely extraordinary!”
"We can't wait!"
Su Xuan smiled faintly and walked to the table. Nie Xiaoqian, who was beside him, obediently handed him a brush, ink, and paper. Of course…everyone's gaze was focused on Xiaoqian. She had been hiding in the shadows previously, and her talent as a ghost had prevented everyone from noticing her. However, when Xiaoqian appeared in front of everyone, her stunning appearance immediately attracted the attention of most people.
Su Xuan stood in front of the table. After pondering for a moment, he dipped the brush in ink and waved it!
Beside Su Xuan, there were naturally famous elders reading along.
Su Xuan was a Qi Refiner to begin with. He had a strong spirit and body. Coupled with his previous Jinshi background, not only was he proficient in knowledge, but he had also dabbled in the four arts. Furthermore, he had recently achieved success in Qi Refinement and was good at killing. His calligraphy was in high spirits and his strokes were sharp. The sword intent was even more penetrating!
By the time Su Xuan finished writing, the legendary figure, who had been unable to contain himself, was already extremely excited!
"Good poem! Good handwriting!"
"Why don't you read it out for everyone to hear?”
The old man's expression turned solemn as he read," Heaven and earth are not free when they fall, and it is difficult to control the momentum of dragons and phoenixes. A hall full of flowers intoxicated three thousand guests, a sword chilling nineteen continents!”
After he finished reading, the old man was so excited that he was shaking. His ravine face was filled with an intoxicated expression of " wonderful ".
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