The country is unparalleled, I have achieved hundreds of millions

Talent soared into the sky, gathered Jackie Chan, rushed into Yun Yongan's eyebrows, and built a palace there, a palace full of books.

"It turns out that this kind of power is called talent. It uses poetry and songs to control the power of heaven and earth. It is a very interesting power. The system has no warning. It seems that it will not harm my body. Let's keep it for now."

Opening his eyes and withdrawing his mind, Yun Yongan looked around, looked at the audience who were lying all over the ground, and was stunned for a moment. He saw the faintly glowing scroll floating in the air, and then realized that they also Accepted a test similar to his own.

"Cruel war, extreme enjoyment, this test is not easy."

Yun Yong'an stretched out his hand and put it on Lin Nianqiao's shoulder, with a thought, he entered her illusion.

There is no sword, light, sword, bloody killing, the test of war, Lin Nianqiao has passed.

This was also within Yun Yong'an's expectations. A girl whose father had passed away and had lived a strong and independent life for 12 years could not be crushed by a mere breath of war.

Moreover, Lin Nianqiao has already started to practice under the leadership of Yun Yongan.

In the end, what Yun Yongan entered was the part of enjoying later.

There, Yun Yong'an and Lin Nianqiao were outing together, reciting poems against each other, Xia Baitao was cooking barbecue beside him, Su Jiaoyue looked at Jiang Xiaoai who was secretly swallowing her saliva, to prevent her from stealing food.

Looking further into the distance, Sandy Green is sleeping soundly while hugging Han Weixue's tail, Qi Taoyao is busy working with a laptop, Lin Jing is beside her talking from time to time, there are many illusory figures behind, men and women, Looking at Yun Yongan affectionately...

After quietly admiring Lin Nianqiao's entire illusion, Yun Yong'an suddenly felt guilty.

Yun Yong'an originally thought that in the dream, Lin Nianqiao would live happily with his father and find many handsome husbands, but the best result would be that he would be with a devoted self.

Yun Yongan never imagined that in Lin Nianqiao's dream, he was still a philandering radish, and still recruited many harem, and even, because he didn't know how many lovers he had, Lin Nianqiao specially prepared many shadowy faces .

And what Lin Nianqiao expects is that Yun Yong'an will spend more time with her, and accompany her to recite poems and be right.

With a thought, Yun Yong'an occupied the body of Yun Yong'an in Lin Nianqiao's dream. He just got used to it, and he hasn't opened his mouth yet.

Lin Nianqiao was already beaming, "Yong'an, you're here! Have you finished writing? I'm going to break out of the dream and go out."

"Don't worry," Yun Yong'an hugged Lin Nianqiao, "The flow of time in dreams and reality is different, I don't have enough time here."

"really?"

Lin Nianqiao's eyes lit up.

"Really," Yun Yongan lowered his head and kissed Lin Nianqiao's forehead lightly, "Hey, give me half of the authority, and I will take you to travel around the world."

"Ok."

Lin Nianqiao very cooperatively transferred the control of the dream to Yun Yongan. After Yun Yongan obtained the authority, he snapped his fingers, and a bizarre world centered on him unfolded rapidly.

The clothes on Lin Nianqiao and Yun Yongan also changed accordingly...

From fairy tales to cities, from survival in the wilderness to cyberpunk.

Yun Yong'an took Lin Nianqiao to play happily in various worlds.

Satisfied, Lin Nianqiao lay in Yun Yongan's arms with blurred eyes.

"Husband, let's go back, it's almost time."

Yun Yongan released his divine sense to scan, and found that the others had basically recovered, so he nodded, "Indeed, let's go back and play with you when we have time."

The consciousness returned to the body, and Yun Yongan walked in front of Du Moye holding the "Mulan Poetry" that automatically turned into a scroll.

"I'm done, how about you?"

Du Moye reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at the rice paper on his desk, stained with ink and saliva, which was already a blur. Unwilling to admit defeat like this, he pinched his thigh hard to cheer him up.

"I'm willing to bet, I'll give you [-] million, but you have to explain why your work is floating in the air? Why are we falling into an illusion?"

"That's right," a man with a wet crotch and the smell of urine stood up sternly, "The comparison is poetry. What are you doing with these heresies?"

"Ok?"

Yun Yongan swept over with a cold gaze, the man didn't dare to look at each other, his two short legs alternated quickly, retreated into the crowd, shrank behind an old man, Yun Yongan's eyes followed.

The old man sighed, took a step forward, walked to the front of the crowd, and saluted Yun Yongan with his hands clasped.

"Mr. Yun, I don't intend to offend you, but the dream just now was too realistic. Please give me an explanation, Mr. Yun."

Yun Yongan frowned slightly, he didn't know how to explain it, this force suddenly appeared, and he hadn't had time to figure out its origin.

Just when Yun Yongan was thinking of finding an excuse to fool him, a majestic voice came from the main entrance.

"I'm here to give you this explanation!"

Li Zhengmin strode in wearing a dragon robe.

The crowd hurriedly bowed.

"See the emperor!"

"Ai Qing is free of courtesy! Everyone please come up."

Yun Yongan also bowed his hands and saluted. Only at this time, he could realize that he was in an empire, not the country in his previous life.

Li Zhengmin walked to the main seat in the center and sat down, waved his hand, motioned for everyone else to sit down, and then spoke slowly.

"Everyone is a pillar of the country and a well-known talent. I don't hide anything anymore. The world is about to change drastically. The supernatural power that was expelled, sealed, and covered up in history is gradually returning."

"Just now, what Yong'an talented scholars showed is a supernatural power called talent, which is a power that belongs only to scholars. This time, the poetry competition is held again, just to find a literati who can truly inherit this power."

"It's just," Li Zhengmin sighed, "I didn't expect Yun Yong'an to be so talented. According to the information I have, the quality of poetry is divided into five grades, Chuxian, Dafu, Mingzhou, Zhenguo, and spread to the world. "

"This "Mulan Poem" has directly reached the level of Zhen Guo. In the future, with the spread of everyone, it is not impossible to spread it to the world."

Du Moye stretched out his finger, and pointed at the scroll tremblingly: "Just this short poem can rule the country? How is it possible!"

"Why is it impossible!"

Linghu Youyi stood up, "After the appearance of this poem, it can effectively enhance women's fighting spirit, improve their spirit, and make them have the courage to fight. This alone is not enough."

Du Moye couldn't refute, but his eyes were full of disbelief.

"My dear gentlemen."

Li Zhengmin took a deep breath, and changed his name back to "Zhen", fully displaying the majesty that belongs only to the emperor.