Reborn as Cthulhu Statue

The enchanting succubus smiled and said: "Little handsome boy, you think things too simply.

If you want to open the temple, you need not only two keys, but also enough literary and martial luck.

Without the latter two conditions, the temple still cannot be opened. "

"Wen Qi and martial luck?" Yu Yi suddenly realized.

No wonder the major forces recruited some literati from the Zhuxia Empire to participate in the adventure.

Yu Yi was not ashamed to ask: "Wu Yunwu understands it very well, but what about the literary spirit?

The desert temple was handed down from the barbaric era, when humans still lived a life of raw hair and blood.

There are not even many monks, and the writing has not yet appeared, let alone scholars.

The opening of the temple, why use the human spirit? "

Attil shook his head and said: "I don't know about myself, the records about the temple are too long, who knows what's going on?"

Yu Yi continued to ask: "How to use Wen Qi and Wu Yun?"

Attil explained: "It is necessary for the scholars present to inject literary energy into the white jade plate, and the monks to inject martial energy into the golden jade plate. The door will not open until the two types of energy reach a certain level."

"Huh? How to extract Wen Qi and Wu Yun?"

"Hehehehe... Extracting cultural energy and martial luck is the unique method of the Zhuxia Empire, and we can't do it."

Yuyi looked at Zixin and the others in surprise.

He thought of the poetry and martial arts conference held by the Zhuxia Empire to gather literary spirit and martial arts.

The methods of the Zhuxia Empire are indeed endless.

Zixin shook his head and said, "Brother-in-law, you don't need to look at me. Only the royal elders know about the selection of literary and martial arts. I don't know it at all."

Yan Qingqing also shook her head: "Me neither."

These two guys are hopeless.

Yuyi had no choice but to turn his gaze to the eldest prince Zihong.

Zihong stepped forward and said, "This matter is on the king's shoulders."

He gestured to the eighth-rank powerhouses around him.

Judging from their clothes, those eighth-rank powerhouses were obviously members of the elders of the Zhuxia Empire's royal family.

One of the elders of the royal family said: "All scholars, please write poems on the spot, and we will be responsible for extracting the literary spirit from the poems with secret methods.

From the lowest township poems to the top handed down poems, there must be none, otherwise the gate of the temple will not be opened. "

A monk couldn't help asking: "What about the martial arts? How to extract it?"

"Martial Luck requires various forces to send monks to compete for lessons before they can be drawn."

Yuyi was speechless, he just opened the door, why did it have to be so complicated?

Yuyi is not interested in composing poems or competing in competitions.

Anyway, he has already provided a key, which is considered a contribution.

He retreated to the edge of the square with his own team, and left the venue to the major forces, letting them decide who would write poems and who would compete in martial arts.

Soon.

The forces of all parties discussed the results.

The square is divided into two areas, and the left area is the literary examination area.

Scholars recruited by various forces are either writing hard, or thinking hard.

Zuo Xu, Chen Qiusheng, Sun Wang, Yu Wenhuan, Liu Shixue, and other talents from the Xia Empire are among them.

Gu Tianming was also immersed in writing poetry.

In the area on the right side of the square, several arenas were jointly arranged by many forces.

They dispatched their own subordinates to enter the arena to compete in battle.

Several royal elders of the Zhuxia Empire were scattered in front of the arenas, holding special crystal balls and chanting.

Liu Yunyue whispered: "Mr. Yu, you have a great literary talent, why don't you write poems? Didn't the elders of the royal family of the Zhuxia Empire say that there must be poems handed down from generation to generation?"

Xue Weihan nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, Xue really wants to see Brother Yu show his talent."

Yu Yi asked back: "Didn't Princess Yue and His Royal Highness Xue also write poems handed down from generation to generation? Why don't you two go?"

Xue Weihan waved his hand and said: "Brother Yu, don't hit Xuemou, Xuemou was able to write a poem handed down at the poetry conference because he guessed the title in advance.

And it took a long time to prepare before it could be made.

For Xue to come up with a song on the spot, being able to compose a national poem is considered an extraordinary performance. "

Liu Yunyue nodded and said, "My situation is similar to that of Brother Xue, Mr. Yu, let us see your literary talent again."

Yuyi was very helpless.

He was able to write handed down poems, all of which were copied.

If Yuyi is really allowed to write poems by himself, Zixin is a good comparison.

Liu Yunyue and Xue Weihan have real skills, and if they are thrown into the Tang and Song Dynasties, the level of literature can be ranked at the forefront.

For the teasing of the two, Yuyi refused without hesitation.

"I don't have any inspiration right now, and my main energy is on cultivation. I believe that with Zuo Xu and Gu Tianming around, it should be no problem to gather enough literary energy."

Qu Hanyan covered her lips and smiled secretly.

My own elder brother also has a day when he is embarrassed by others.

"Oh... what a pity." Liu Yunyue sighed.

She was looking forward to Yuyi's literary talents.

Yuyi rolled his eyes.

More than an hour passed, and the scholars who entered this place basically wrote poems.

Each scroll exudes a different color of Wenqi.

White, cyan, blue, purple, orange, and other colors complement each other.

Unfortunately, no gold appeared.

The best ones are only orange township poems, not even a single poem that is close to handed down, let alone authentic handed down poems.

Several royal families were enshrined on those scrolls, and the spirit was extracted by secret methods, and stored in special crystal balls.

Zihong, Zuo Xu, and Gu Tianming, the three scholars with the best poetic talents, have an ugly face.

Without the golden literary spirit of handed down poems, it means that the gate of the temple cannot be opened.

The eldest prince Zi Hong thought for a while before walking in front of Yuyi's team: "His Royal Highness Xue, Princess Yue, and Mr. Yu, please three of you write a poem handed down from generation to generation, otherwise we will all be turned away."

Xue Weihan and Liu Yunyue looked at Yuyi one after another.

Yu Yi shrugged, "You two go, my literary thinking is exhausted, and I can't write poetry now."

"..." x2

Yuyi directly played tricks, which made Liu Yunyue and Xue Weihan very helpless.

The two pondered for a while, and began to write quickly on the table set up.After Xue Weihan and Liu Yunyue finished their poems, they handed them to the eldest prince Zihong.

The literary talents of the two are really indescribable.

After their poems are read out, they are all orange with gold, which is close to the level of handed down poems.

"Alas... Xuemou tried her best in a hurry, and she was still a little short of handing down the poem." Xue Weihan sighed softly.

Liu Yunyue nodded: "My palace's is similar, and it's not far from the handed down poems."

The eldest prince Zi Hong couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

Can you two leave Versailles?

The poems written by other people, but no one has reached this level.

Xue Weihan looked at Yuyi, and said helplessly: "Brother Yu, you have also seen it, it's not that Xue didn't work hard.

Without a month or two of contemplation, Xuemou really couldn't make a poem handed down from generation to generation. "

Liu Yunyue's beautiful eyes stared at Yuyi with a clear meaning: it's your turn to play.

Yuyi got up helplessly and went to copy the poem.

He suspected that the two guys did it on purpose.

Liu Yunyue immediately turned into a star-chaser fangirl and rubbed ink for him.

Yuyi chose the ancient Qixi poem.

"Magpie Bridge Fairy Xianyun Makes Qiao" by Qin Guan in Song Dynasty.

As soon as this word came out, no one dared to write Qixi Ci.

Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortals: Slender Clouds Make Qiao", Su Dongpo's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou: When Will the Moon Come", and Xin Qiji's "Sapphire Case: Yuan Xi" are called the eternal treasures of the three major festivals of Qixi Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and Lantern Festival by later generations swan song.

Once these three poems came out, no one dared to write the poems for the three major festivals of Qixi Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and Lantern Festival.

It is no problem for "Magpie Bridge Immortal Xianyun Make Qiao" to become a poem handed down from generation to generation.

When Xue Weihan and Liu Yunyue saw the lines of text appearing on the scroll, their eyes became brighter and brighter.

After Yuyi finished writing, he put down the brush.

Liu Yunyue held up the scroll and couldn't wait to read it out.

"Magpie Bridge Fairy and Slender Cloud Makeover"

Xianyun is clever, Feixing spreads hatred, and Yinhan looms dark. When Jinfeng Yulu met, it won over countless people on earth.

Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, to bear with Gu Queqiao to return home!If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in their turn.

Following Liu Yunyue's chanting, a bright golden light appeared on the scroll.

There is no doubt that "Magpie Bridge Immortal Xianyun Nongqiao" has reached the level of handed down poems.

Xue Weihan exclaimed: "Well, well... what a 'Golden Wind and Jade Dew meet, they will win but there are countless in the world'. Brother Yu is really a genius."

"If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the day and night..."

Liu Yunyue muttered to herself, her eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Mr. Yu can easily write the best sentences through the ages. I am ashamed of myself. I am worthy of being a talented person who can win the championship of the Poetry Competition."

The eldest prince, Zi Hong, had a complicated expression, but unexpectedly, Mr. Yu pretended to be like that again.

As the saying goes, there is no first in writing, and there is no second in martial arts.

But to say that Mr. Yu's literary talent is the first, I am afraid no one would dare to object.

Just now when Zihong came to see Yuyi and the other three and asked them to compose a poem on the spot, he probably wanted to slap his face.

He only wrote the poems for the country, while Liu Yunyue and Xue Weihan successively wrote the best poems that are close to handed down poems.

Afterwards, Mr. Yu made another poem handed down from generation to generation.

Zihong felt his face was slapped again and again, and his face was almost swollen.

"The talents of the three are really admirable." Zihong said with a complicated expression.

"Your Highness, the First Prince, praised you." Yu Yi waved his hand indifferently.

Zihong bid farewell to the three of Yuyi, took their scrolls of poetry, and handed them over to the elders of the royal family to extract their literary spirit.

There are poems handed down from generation to generation, and the literary conditions are already met.

You only need to wait for the martial arts to be drawn before the temple can be opened.

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Chapter 399 Shrine Examination

The poetry writing conference on the left side of the square came to an end.