Seeing this scene, some people who had not completed it suddenly had fine beads of sweat on their foreheads, and some even turned red. When they stopped thinking, the tip of the pen in their hands was paused, and a big ink dot was immediately left on the snow-white paper, which was very dazzling.

Although the Dragon King of Lijiang was not clear, everyone knew in their hearts that this was a disguised urging. This situation was like taking an exam, and the exam time was about to end, so those who did not complete it would naturally panic.

Moreover, those who have not started writing or have not completed their poems yet are actually people with poor literary talent. In addition, the previous masterpiece with literary spirit has become a picture, the pressure is even greater. In this way, the literary thoughts in my mind are suddenly broken. Not to mention the wonderful sentences, it is a problem whether it can continue.

Among these unfinished people, those Confucian disciples are better. Although they are under pressure, they are still within their tolerance. Because the one who wrote the poem "Mencius", the genius of their Confucian sect, was Meng Zihao. Although they are not in the same academy, they are both Confucians and prosper together. Therefore, they have little requirements for themselves and cannot write a masterpiece "Mencius" that can lead to literary style. However, it would be good if they could write a poem that could lead to literary style.

Especially today, there are not many opportunities like this. Although such poems cannot attract the attention of the Dragon King of Lijiang, don’t forget that in addition to the Dragon King of Lijiang, there are more than a dozen water gods in the Lijiang River Basin. If your literary talent is lucky enough to be taken by these water gods, it will be an opportunity.

The morale of the sect has fallen sharply. It was already difficult to resonate with the infinite ruler. Now a more powerful literary painting has been produced. It is simply a dream to win like them. Many people are irritated and put their pens down and give up.

In the entire hall, in the empty and silent state, the voices of human speech were gradually heard. The Confucian disciples who completed the poem began to whisper and communicate with each other, while the disciples on the sect all had their faces as heavy as water.

Ximen Jian turned a blind eye to this situation and still wrote slowly.

But Ximen Jian was not anxious, but he was extremely anxious about Yan Xin not far away. The Wudi Ruler was of great significance to her and she must get it no matter what.

"I have to go and see if it doesn't work."

After making up her mind, Yan Xin stood up from her seat, flashed slightly at Ximen Jian, and appeared behind Ximen's house in a blink of an eye. She bent down and looked at the white paper on the desk. There were only four words on the paper, "Tianmen interrupted-"

Seeing that there were only four words, Yan Xin frowned and was anxious, but she didn't make a sound to interrupt Ximen Jian, but she was inevitably disappointed.

Gradually, the palace began to hand over more and more books, and the beautiful maids were like butterflies, constantly collecting the papers with good poems.

The person who finished the poem also relaxed his mind and sorted out his demeanor. He tried his best to maintain his demeanor regardless of whether he performed well or not, and secretly looked at the seats in the hall.

Ximen Jian glanced slightly in the hall and saw that everyone handed in the paper one after another. He was not anxious. He held up his pen and fell three words on the paper - "The Li River opens!"

As soon as the last word "open" was written, Yan Xin, who had been watching the paper, suddenly her pupils shrank. She seemed to see a big river rushing out of the paper. The river water roared and roaring, with the magical power to break through all obstacles, and also seemed to see the surging river water turning into a giant standing tall, struggling to open two huge sky gates.

Yan Xin was stunned for a moment before coming to her senses. All the scenes in front of her disappeared, as if she had just seen an illusion. Her eyes fell on the poem on paper again. Even if she was not a disciple of the Confucian scholar, she could feel the extraordinaryness of this poem, with a broad artistic conception and a majestic atmosphere, like a magnificent and magnificent painting.

Moreover, there is a flow of white air in the seven words of this poem. These white air are obviously literary. However, these literary air are trapped in the characters and cannot be manifested, which feels like a hidden dragon in the abyss.

Seeing this poem, Yan Xin suddenly turned worries into joy. Just seven words could give people this feeling. If the whole poem is finished, what would it look like? And she has a feeling. If the whole poem is finished, the literary spirit trapped in the font will inevitably flourish.

"Haha, it's all well written. Well, especially this song, which brings together literary style into a painting. It can be said to be a rare and excellent work. I like it very much. Have you finished the rest?"

At this time, the voice of the Dragon King of Lijiang came from the hall again.

When Yan Xin heard the question from the Dragon King of Lijiang, he felt anxious. At this time, most of the people in the hall had handed in the paper. Even if the people who had not handed in the paper gave up the competition, they were still struggling to support only a few people. There was a large blank space on the paper of Ximen Sword, with only one sentence, "The Li River was opened during the Tianmen Gate, and the clear water flowed eastward to return here."

"Dragon King, I don't need to read the rest of the people. If someone is really capable, it's time to complete it now. If someone has not completed it, I think even if you give me more time, you won't be able to write it out, so there is no need to waste everyone's time."

A great scholar sitting in front of him stood up and stroked his long beard and said.

Yan Xin was anxious when she heard this. It would be fine if Ximen Jian’s poem was mediocre, but she felt that the poem in front of her was obviously not worse than that of Meng Zihao, so she couldn’t care about so much and immediately replied loudly: “Mr. Luo’s words are bad. Now there is not even a stick of incense, and the Dragon King has no limit on time. How could he easily reject the remaining people? This is very unfair!”

The hall is very vast, with at least tens of thousands of guests inside, reaching tens of thousands, boundless. In addition, Ximen Sword is in the corner, Yan Xin directly used his true energy to let the Dragon King of Lijiang hear his words. The sound was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

"Um!"

Luo Zhongming didn't expect someone to come out to refute his words, and his face suddenly sank and he looked at Yan Xin.

Not only this Confucian scholar, but everyone's eyes suddenly gathered together.

Next to the Dragon King of Lijiang, Moke Yunna was stunned when she saw Ximen Jian: "It turned out to be him? Interesting!"

Looking at Ximen Jian's extraordinary handsome face, a faint smile appeared on her face, but her eyes were filled with a deep chill.

In addition to Mahayunna, the prince Liu Heng, Taizhu Ling Zhao Changjun and others who were originally sitting next to King Wuling also noticed Ximen Jian, and their faces were all dark.
Chapter completed!