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

Chapter 53 Talent moves the heavens, can you prove the emperor with poetry?

The trial of the two disciples was not Xiao Chen's own intention.

The system opened a new task and arranged apprentice trials. The more the apprentice improves, the more the master will return.

"No Way, if you get the title of Killing God, I will take you out as a teacher."

Xiao Chen's voice came from across the air, and the creatures in the Slaughter City only felt that there were a pair of eyes overlooking everything staring at them.

"Lord, please lift the curse, I don't want to be stuck here forever."

The creatures in the Slaughter City mistook Xiao Chen for the God of Slaughter.

This place has existed for 10,000+ years, and the legend of the God of Slaughter has been circulating.

It is said that the ultimate destination of these slain creatures is to become the nourishment of the God of Slaughter. Only by obtaining the title of God of Slaughter can they become envoys of God and be pardoned.

Ye Wudao understood that the master has unpredictable means.

Can connect the two worlds.

"Master, don't worry, with the body of Pluto, I will kill even the gods."

But in the next second, a tyrannical divine sense struck, blocking Xiao Chen's peeping, and issued a warning.

"The Holy Land of Slaughter is not allowed to be desecrated by anyone. If you want to get your hands on everything in the City of Slaughter, just come in."

The terrifying sound of Ming Yin lingered in his ears, Xiao Chen just smiled coldly.

The killing system is restricted by the peerless emperor, and anyone who enters will be suppressed and cultivated.

For Xiao Chen, this is tantamount to opening a big hook, completely reducing dimensionality.

"It's not the time yet." Xiao Chen waved his hand, and stopped staring at the killing capital.

In the Eight Diagrams Furnace, Lin Yan has become an out-and-out Burning Man.

The whole body is filled with flames, and even the eyes are bursting with golden lights.

The sacred body of Diyan is flawless, and with the addition of seven to nine days of tempering, the day when the furnace breaks, it will definitely shake the heavens and the earth.

The two senior brothers were working hard to level up, while Hu Tutu and Luo Li were playing with each other.

"I heard from the master that the water in the lotus pond comes from overseas fairy mountains. Ordinary people can immediately become enlightened if they drink a drop. Isn't it a waste to use it for bathing?" Hu Tutu murmured.

There is no specific bathhouse on Xiaoyao Peak, Xiao Chen used to insist on taking a bath.

Since accepting apprentices, Xiao Chen seldom took a bath, and the lotus pond was also blessed by the Supreme Restriction, and he was given to two female apprentices to serve as bathing pools. After all, girls like to be clean.

"Senior sister, why is your... different from mine, you are pink?"

Luo Li looked at her snow-white muddleheaded body and asked suspiciously.

He obviously didn't wear rouge and gouache, but there were always two pink eye shadows in the corners of Tutu's eyes, which were so beautiful that people were enviable.

Hututu chuckled, raised his jade arms, and made a splash of water.

"What's the matter, I'll draw one for you after I clean it up. I learned a lot during my travels in the world, especially the art of pink and black used by concubines in the court."

"The Art of Fendai?" Luo Li asked in a daze, "Senior Sister, is the earthly world really as colorful as you said?"

"Of course, mortal women are not as beautiful as we are, but they can still become beautiful with the help of this technique."

"The most important thing is a mortal man, who is much more interesting than Master."

This interesting refers to versatility. These days, Hututu has been telling Luo Li anecdotes about the world, such as scholars rushing to take exams, martial arts contests to recruit relatives, drinking and singing, etc...

This made Luo Li, who was ignorant and ignorant, feel yearning all at once.

"I thought Master was the most perfect man in the world, but I didn't expect..."

The two girls were talking in the water, looking like a beautiful picture, but Xiao Chen, who was sitting in meditation a hundred meters away, sneezed suddenly.

"Ah Chirp! Old Niu, are you scolding me again!!!" Xiao Chen opened his eyes.

Seeing the old cow playing the xylophone, he played a few times right in front of him.

"Moo~" translation: Don't spitting blood, I don't have time to spare.

"Oh...stinky girl, she actually said bad things about my teacher behind her back, I need to deal with it."

After deduction, Xiao Chen recalled what Hu Tutu said just now.

"How dare you say that being a teacher doesn't understand sentimentality and has no talent? When I was a teacher and I didn't time travel, I was recognized by the whole school as a pigeon."

I went to school for two and a half years, singing and dancing club, basketball club, and rap club.

Half of the clubs in the school have left a strong mark on Xiao.

"It is said that there are people in this world who become holy through books and can prove the Tao. If I compose three hundred poems, can I open the way for scholars?"

Just do what you say, Xiao Chen stepped forward and came to the top of Wanyue.

When luck was exhaled, thousands of talents began to emerge from him.

One word down!

"boom!"

The stars outside the territory flickered, and streaks of glare pierced the starry sky.

And that word, looked at alone, is plain and unpretentious, just a word for "wind", but it makes the sky and the earth howl, and the wind blows up.

Then the second character fell, which was the word "urgent", and there was an instant thunderbolt on a sunny day.

At this time, everyone in the world raised their heads, startled by this scene.

"What a strong talent, could it be Wang Sheng? Only he can use his talent to move the heavens and cause such a terrifying phenomenon."

Wang Sheng, the sage of calligraphy, No. 1 proving the Tao with talent, the leader of scholars in the world.

But even Wang Sheng himself was staring at the sky, staring at the third word that was about to be engraved: "Could it be... the sky?"

"It's really a word of heaven!"

Wang Sheng was startled, because the mere three words condensed the beauty of poetry, which is simply unprecedented.

You must know that he can hold back a colorful poem for at least half a year.

"No matter what, we must find this person." The Taibai Academy shook.

As the founder of Taibai Academy, Wang Sheng has always been the god of scholars all over the world.

At this moment, Wang Sheng even rejoiced, "Made! Fortunately, I became a saint early."

Otherwise, if there is only one stone in this world, this person will definitely be able to monopolize the eight fights.

Because the other party wrote down the seventh character, the seven stars linked together and turned into a galaxy, pressing down on the hearts of scholars all over the world.

"It's terrible. I read it over and over again, getting deeper and deeper. It's obvious that my talent is like a torrent in the abyss, but I can't realize the true meaning."

"Feng Ji Tian Gao Yuan Xiao Ai, Feng Ji Tian Gao Yuan Xiao Ai, ah! You are so talented!"

"I have been studying for a hundred years, but in front of this poem, I am a fucking illiterate!!"

Countless scholars were crazy about it, picked up the bamboo scroll and smashed it on the head.

Only now did Xiao Chen notice, "If you're not careful, you've overplayed it."

Originally, I wanted to test whether the poems in that world could be followed by words, so I chose a seven-character quatrain with the highest style.

As a result, only the second half of the sentence was written, and it crushed the Taoism of scholars all over the world.

"Let's say goodbye, give the world's scholars some leeway." Xiao Chen sighed.

But a voice came from outside.

"I implore the sages, don't hesitate to teach me, and write down this unfinished masterpiece."

The person who came was Wang Sheng. Although he was called the sage of calligraphy, he had actually entered the realm of the Supreme.

There is no one who can read the supreme realm from reading.

"Really want to write?"

Xiao Chen turned his head and asked.

"Write!"

At this moment, Wang Sheng doesn't have any desire to compare, but only piously seeks knowledge.

Because he knows that half a sentence is enough to shock the sky, and if the next sentence comes out...

Absolutely surpass the poetic achievements of the Huangtian Continent for tens of thousands of years!