Signing into Emperor Cheng, being a teacher is really not a person in the Tao

Xiao Chen looked at Wang Sheng, who was dressed in white and had a hat on his head.

Such a gentle and refined person hides a supreme level of cultivation.

Whoever said that he was a scholar who was useless, looked weak and weak, but in actual fights, he was no more ambiguous than Mang King Kong.

"Forget it, in the poetry circles of the world, there should be a poem handed down forever."

Xiao Chen is not bragging, as soon as "Climbing the High" came out, all the literature and ink in the world paled.

High above the sky, Xiao Chen swayed the rhyme of poetry again, and the heaven and earth met.

The second sentence of the divine poem fell, and two rays of divine light fell from the depths of the sky in the barren land. Scholars all over the world were thirsty for talents, and they all showed piety and recited this poem repeatedly.

"It's such a good sentence. I have imagined the second half of the sentence countless times, but it is still less than one ten-thousandth of the truth."

Wang Sheng was ashamed of himself, his heart was surging, and he didn't dare to continue listening.

Afraid of inferiority complex.

But the allure of this masterpiece is far more seductive than all the beauties he has seen in his life.

"Boom!"

The sky is paper, Xiao Chen took Caixia and wrote two sentences respectively.

"Boundless Fallen Tree Xiaoxiao down."

"The Endless Yangtze River is coming!"

As if the heaven and the earth couldn't bear this kind of poetic rhyme, the void began to collapse inch by inch.

Too advanced, beyond the limits of what this world can bear.

The nine-character mantra can be called the emperor's law, and thousands of living beings will worship it, not to mention climbing high.

Scholars all over the world are almost crazy. They worship the book sage and the master, but they never think that all the talents in this world will be added to another person.

"This is the real Confucian sage, the reclusive Confucian sage, who is a blockbuster."

"Who is he? Where does he teach, and I want to be his student."

The sage king, holding ten thousand volumes of books in one hand, said excitedly that his talent was second only to Wang Sheng.

He is the second person under Confucianism and Taoism.

Xiao Chen stood proudly above the Nine Heavens, his appearance was covered by Taoism, and he couldn't bear it after all.

"Enough is enough. These four sentences and seven words are enough to suppress the literary world for [-] years. When future generations of talents can write comparable quatrains, I will write the next four sentences."

No matter how hard Wang Sheng begged, Xiao Chen remained indifferent.

Myths are never complete, leaving half is enough.

【Ding!The successful sign-in at the god level shocked the scholars all over the world, and obtained the supernatural powers of the emperor: talent, wisdom and Taoism, words can be followed by words]

[Explanation: As long as there are talented words and sentences, no matter if they are poems or songs, they can all resonate with the world and turn them into Taoist attacks]

Xiao Chen really didn't expect that he would complete the sign-in after improvising.

"Speak out the way you want? Isn't it always possible?" The corners of Xiao Chen's mouth twitched.

So, the Tang poems and Song Ci poems that I used to be familiar with, become the supreme skills in seconds?

Immediately afterwards, he found a place where no one was around, and chanted "The water of the great river comes up from the sky", and then the waters of the four seas flowed upstream and merged into a large river, rushing straight to the sky.

"Why is it the other way around?" Even so, Xiao Chen was still delighted.

It seems that reading is still useful.

After one night, legends of Xiao Chen spread everywhere in the Huangtian Continent.

"The person who can make such a divine poem must be a man like a fairy.

"It's a pity that there is only his short-lived poetic talent in the world, but he can't be found anymore."

In Dao Tianzong, the disciples set off a wave of advocating literature, and even thought that everyone can enter the Tao with talent like Wang Sheng, and reading is also a kind of practice.

Xiaoyao Peak, Hu Tutu and Luo Li were also driven mad by this startling person.

Three days later, Xiao Chen sent another "Peach Blossom Ode" to scholars all over the world.

"What kind of man can write such charming poems."

Hututu held a picture scroll and began to recite intoxicatedly:

"Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu,"

"Peach Blossom Immortals in the Peach Blossom Temple,"

"The Peach Blossom Fairy Plants Peach Trees,"

"Picking peach blossoms again for wine money."

Then he ran in front of Xiao Chen in a daze, and begged: "Master, do you have any spells to trace back to the source, help me find this person out, I promise, I will practice crazily in the next month, and I will improve at least one realm."

Luo Li also stood beside her, showing a look of expectation.

Just because this poem is so beautiful.

Xiao Chen covered his mouth and coughed lightly, "Tu Tu, have you fallen?"

"Well, yes, Master. This is a knot in my heart. Tu Tu will regret it for the rest of his life after hearing such a beautiful poem but not being able to meet the person who wrote it. Let me beg you for a moment as Tu Tu."

Hu Tutu suddenly discovered that being handsome is not enough to support long-term happiness.

The key is to look at the content.

The master is handsome enough, but apart from his strength, he has no sentimentality at all, and it will be boring after a long time.

Luo Li couldn't help but said, "Master, could it be that you know this person?"

Xiao Chen nodded.

"Since you have this wish, then you don't have to pretend to be a teacher. Yes, the person you are looking for is a teacher. Including the previous climb, it was just a small poem that the teacher wrote casually when he was drunk. "

After the second daughter heard this, she paused first, then pouted her lips in disgust.

"Master, don't brag. If you have this talent, you will accompany an old cow every day, except drinking and eating meat."

Hututu knew that Master had a good temper and would not get angry, so he had nothing to hide.

At this time, the old cow can't do it anymore: Little vixen, I was shot while lying down?

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Xiao Chen didn't bother to defend himself, he just smiled in his heart.

What is poetry, isn't it talent?Sing and dance rap casually for the teacher, don't let you two be fascinated.

"Don't think about these things, and practice hard, that's the right way."

As he said that, Xiao Chen threw out a purple gold foil scroll, with densely packed characters carved on it, which was obviously an ancient heavenly skill.

In fact, the cultivation of the two girls is already high enough, one in Dao Palace and one in Nirvana, according to their age in this life, excluding the age of their predecessors, they are only in their teens or 20s.

In his teens and twenties, he has reached the height of most sect ancestors.

Talking about it can scare a person to death.

The life in Xiaoyao Peak is always so boring, the time is in a trance...

A month passed.

"Boom!" The Eight Diagrams Stove had been under the Enlightenment Tree for more than a month, and the Jiumei True Fire inside had obviously weakened a lot.

Just as Xiao Chen pinched his fingers, a terrifying flame shot into the sky.

The top cover of the eight trigrams furnace was directly pierced by two golden lights, and the originally impoverished sky was suddenly marked with golden marks.

Dao Tianzong's disciples didn't know why, they thought it was another enemy attack, and reported to the Peak Master one after another.

The peak master on duty this month is Xie Xuan. Seeing the movement on Xiaoyao Peak, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Xiaochen, Xiaochen, can you take it easy, I've disturbed the old man."

After Xie Xuan sighed, he held the same volume of poems in his hand and read them over and over again.

"Going to the Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu...wonderful, no wonder that kid Wang Sheng is crazy."

Xie Xuan has been deducing, trying to find out the owner of these divine poems.

It's a pity that under the cover of heaven, even his heaven-defying cultivation base cannot be peeked at.

In an instant, a wave of talent burst out from Xiaoyao Peak, and he suddenly realized.