"Oh, it's gone again."

"But my mood has improved a lot. After a while, I can reach thirty pages."

"So fast, I haven't finished my twenty-five pages yet."

A group of scholars shook their heads and seemed very helpless.

The most helpless one is Zhao Feng.

These scholars from the outer academy probably have ten times more murderous people, but his murderous aura ranks second, which made him puzzled.

"Forget it, I'm just here to investigate anyway. When the time comes, I will pass the assessment and enter the inner courtyard, and then use my soul-sighted eyes to secretly learn some magical techniques..."

Zhao Feng thought to himself.

In Beiyou Academy, there are many ways to suppress magic skills. For example, the three scholars who escorted the team before took out a treasure map of mountains and rivers drawn by a master, and suppressed the eighth level master of the Taoist Soul Realm.

Because he may encounter many enemies who practice magic skills in the future, then these magical techniques from Beiyou Academy will be useful.

However, at this time.

"Everyone comes here to take a look. Hu Guiren suggested that everyone write a poem. If they are selected as the top three, they can get at least 300,000 Heart Demon Pills."

Suddenly someone shouted.

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the scholars around him lit up. When they turned around, they found that the speaker was an old scholar in the inner courtyard.

This old scholar is at the eighth level of the Taoist Soul Realm and is very powerful.

After he finished speaking, many people came over, thousands of people.

But there were only a few dozen people who actually started writing poetry, less than a hundred people.

Kill someone, I will!

What the hell is writing poetry?

How can these people write poems, and some people can’t even recognize words?

"In addition, scholars from the inner academy are not allowed to join." The old scholar reminded him.

The scholars of the inner academy are all original students of Beiyou Academy. These people are well-educated and knowledgeable, and can write poems and lyrics at will. If they participate, no one else has to play.

At this time, Zhao Feng became interested after hearing this.

"Can you get at least 300,000 Heart Demon Pills? This is a good opportunity!"

Zhao Feng's eyes lit up.

He won’t write a poem!

But, have you never eaten pork, have you seen pigs run away?

He is a poor student and he can't forget a poem.

At that moment, he took out a piece of paper and quickly wrote it on the surface. Of course, he did not forget to write his name.

"Senior brother, this is mine!"

Zhao Feng flew over and handed the paper to the old scholar.

"oh?"

The old scholar was very surprised. He could feel the murderous aura of Zhao Feng, but he didn't expect that Zhao Feng could actually write such a poem. He was really not good at being a good person.

“Not bad.”

The old scholar nodded slightly.

There are thousands of scholars from other colleges, and many young men from families born in families. They also had to learn when they were young, so they could write some poems, but it probably wasn't very good.

Zhao Feng was very confident in the poem he wrote. Although this was not his work, it was now in another world, so it was OK to steal it.

The poem he took out was the work of the poet Li Bai - Jing Ye Si.

Soon, the old scholar collected all his works and then rushed to the island in the middle of the lake.

Everyone is a little good. With so many works, who can win the third grade and win the reward of 300,000 yuan in the Heart Demon Pill?

After a while, the old scholar came back.

It seems that the results have come out, and I wonder who are these three good luck?

"Okay, the three-a-game has appeared, this was selected by the noble man Hu himself."

Without saying a word, the old scholar began to recite: "The third place is Kou Yao's Fun."

Then, he gave this happiness to me.

"The second place is Li Yiyang's Tianbei Tour."

The old scholar said again: "The third place is obtained, 300,000 Heart Demon Pills, the second place is 400,000 Heart Demon Pills, and the first place is 500,000 Heart Demon Pills!"

After listening, everyone was in a state of excitement.

The 500,000 Heart Demon Pill is not a small amount, it is enough to create a master at the seventh level of the Taoist Soul Realm.

Who will end up with this first place?

"It's me, it must be me. This guy Li Yiyang's Tianbeiyou once and mine, and the elders of the family said mine was better."

A scholar thought to himself.

At this time, the old scholar in front of him slowly spoke: "First place, Zhao Feng's quiet night thoughts!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes gathered in a white figure that was empty not far away.

They remembered all the people who had just gone there, and Zhao Feng was very murderous intent, so they couldn't help but not remembered, so they all knew Zhao Feng.

Unexpectedly, this man who ranked first in the audience actually won the number one in poetry writing, which was incredible.

"Haha, it's me, I'm blessed by the Immortal Poetry!"

Zhao Feng couldn't help laughing wildly, of course, he said this in his heart.

"Silent night thoughts!"

"The bright moonlight in front is suspected to be frost. I look up at the bright moon and think of my hometown!"

The old scholar read the poem and sighed: "A good poem, I'm afraid I can't even write it. Junior Brother Zhao is amazing."

"Senior brother has been awarded!"

Zhao Feng said with some shame. What he thought most at this time was to ask the old scholar to reward him quickly.

Five hundred thousand heart magic pills!

But at this time.

"Damn, this poem is so awesome. After listening to it once, my mood has improved."

"Yes, I've improved too, it's amazing."

"Quick, write it down and recite it every night to speed up the improvement of your mood."

"Haha, I made a profit, the effect is not that low in the song just now."

A group of people became boiling again.

When the old scholar heard this, he was also deeply surprised and said in shock: "This poem actually has such an effect. Junior brother, I don't know where your hometown is?"

"Oh, my hometown is on the earth...the village, far away." Zhao Feng replied casually.

"Is the global village? If you have the chance in the future, you can go and take a look."

The old scholar nodded with a smile, and then his face suddenly became solemn, saying, "This poem has no effect on me, but it can actually improve their mood and be spiritual. If this is written on special paper, it may be able to make a magic weapon for demons to suppress demons."

"Damn, can this still happen?"

Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows and was really scared.

A poem can be used as a demon weapon to suppress demons. Isn’t that amazing?

He suddenly remembered the treasure map of mountains and rivers sacrificed by the three scholars that day, which was also a very special magic weapon of heaven and earth.

But he knew that the person who drew that mountain and river treasure map must be strong, and he was probably a master in the Xuanhun Realm.

"Junior brother, this is your reward. As for your poem, I want to hand it over to the college, I don't know if it's OK."

The old scholar asked.

"Yes, you can just take it. However, I hope to sign Li Bai, Mu Zi Li, Bai Yun's Bai."

Zhao Feng said.

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