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Chapter 192 The Birth of the Saint
Wuchao!

Don't you guys know that my calligraphy is awesome?

Is it the existence of the sub-sage?
Well, they really didn't know about this, and they thought they hadn't been out of school at all.

Bai Yu led everyone into the couplet checkpoint on the left.

And there was a group of people who kept staring at Ye Mosheng with puzzled faces, until they were dragged away by two teachers, and they regretted entering the calligraphy checkpoint on the right.

After thinking for a while, Ye Mosheng remembered that there were several familiar faces in it, such as the girl who was replaced by Ji Lao as "Ru Shuang".I have been looking at myself curiously.

These people, this is part of the calligraphy competition yesterday afternoon, did not expect to meet again so soon.

They also just discovered Ye Mosheng, the sub-sage, but this guy is too young. He was consecrated yesterday, and no one came up to say hello for a while. They were expecting him to take the lead to enter the calligraphy level, but they didn't expect the dignified sub-sage to be taken away by two old men. Yes, seeing that it is a poetry level, everyone is relieved. As a master, there is no doubt that passing the level, even if the writing is average this time, it doesn't matter.

Because as long as you become a grandmaster, you can enter the ancient world. Even in the ancient world, there are not many grandmasters, and the gap between the ancient world's masters and masters is even greater than that of the outside world.

Ye Mosheng followed the two masters into the front checkpoint, while the two Cinderellas stayed in the yard.

Ye Mosheng actually didn't understand why his master and the others hadn't passed the examination.

What Ye Mosheng didn't know was
In fact, for their age, it is even more difficult to pass the assessment, unless they break through to the realm of masters.

Because the level is for talents.

They can also take the exam, but compared with young people, the requirements are much higher.

The ancient world is not a place where you can enter if you want, or stay if you want.Passing the assessment is only about being able to enter the ancient world.

And if you want to stay there, you need to be amazing enough to be accepted as a disciple.Or break through to the master level by yourself.

Ye Mosheng and the two masters entered the hall, there is no doubt that the test in this test is poetry.

In the hall was that middle-aged man, a man who was very lucky.

Without waiting for everyone to sit down, and no matter how many people came in, he directly opened the topic range from the left hand side: Scenery!

Then take out a painting from the box on the right with the scene written on it.

Ye Mosheng looked at his father-in-law the same way.

Isn't this the same as the old man's way of teaching?It seems that the father-in-law is copying it.

"Everyone has a piece of paper on their desk for answering questions. Note that this level only needs to be poems and songs, regardless of length, regardless of ancient poems or modern poems. Of course, ancient poems will have some advantages. Finish writing"

After speaking, the middle-aged man has placed the painting in the frame in the center.

The moment Ye Mosheng saw this painting, he felt that the Emperor Ou was really possessed today.

I saw a desolation in the painting, a courtyard, a small bridge with a trickle of water, an official road in the distance leading to nowhere, and the shadow of horses on the side of the road was very long and long in the setting sun.

Everyone is admiring the painting.

"Ye Mosheng, this is a painting at the level of an eight-star master. The artistic conception is far-reaching and wonderful. If you observe and observe more, maybe you will have a flash of inspiration. As long as you reach the high-quality works, you can enter the ancient world. If it is the best, maybe you will Accepted as a disciple by the seniors of the ancient world."

"Aren't you my master?" Ye Mosheng said softly.

"Hey, I'm just a thick-skinned old man. I just made a bet with Old Man Liu. How can I delay you." Master Chen was a little disappointed, "According to this picture, there is no hope this year."

"Can you bring someone in if you pass the test?"

"Can"

"Then I'll take you in, Master!"

"I, why didn't I think of this? But contestants are not allowed to enter, but what if I pass?" Old man Chen swayed.

People around are also talking about it.

"It's actually this painting. This is the most difficult part. Do you know what to write?"

"You can write anything, the artistic conception of this painting is vivid in the painting, as long as you write these out."

"Pfft, notice that our topic is scenery, that is to say, we need to express the artistic conception in the painting by describing the scenery through a poem or word."

"To be honest, I personally feel a sense of bleakness and sadness from the painting"

"This question appeared once a long time ago. Unfortunately, no one has written a decent poem so far. Every time this painting is drawn, only one or two people can pass it."

The middle-aged man looked at the painting he had drawn out and felt a little emotional. This painting was the subject of his assessment when he entered the ancient world. Even after many years, he is still full of emotions now. This painting is the only eight-star painting in the ancient world. Zong Zong left, the best poetry is so difficult.

So many years have passed, including people in the ancient world writing poems to each other. This painting has a simple name but a clear artistic conception, but it has become one of the most difficult paintings. So far, there are only three excellent poems for selection.But after all, it was worse.

The painter of this painting is already 136 years old, and the most regrettable thing is that he has not found a poem that can complement each other so far.

At this time, Ye Mosheng felt that Tiantian was really an interesting little old man.

Write without hesitation

"Tianjingsha. Autumn Thoughts"

Withered vines, old trees, faint crows
Xiaoqiao Liushui Renjia
Ancient Road Westwind Skinny Horse
Sunset
Heartbroken people in the end of the world
Writer: Ye Mosheng
The works inside the picture frame in the hall suddenly vibrated violently, and the rice paper in Ye Mosheng's hand also began to undulate like waves.

Suddenly the poems on the table burst into dazzling golden light.

The middle-aged man's eyes were fixed, his hands were trembling, and his voice was a little trembling. He could only shout loudly: "Golden light is dazzling, the holy product is born! The holy product is born!"

Ye Mosheng was in a daze, and when he wrote a poem, a golden light appeared, what was going on.

The two masters next to me were taken aback. Don't you think with your brain?
I'm still trying to figure out my opinion on the painting, so you're done.

Listening to that middle-aged man's yelling, you have not only finished writing, but also a holy product that is even better than Chaopin, which is incredible.

The wind picked up under the middle-aged man's feet and floated to Ye Mosheng's desk in an instant, and Ye Mosheng almost threw a wind blade technique over.

The golden light became more and more intense, and golden characters began to appear in the sky.

In a simple ancient building somewhere in the ancient world, an elderly man looked at the golden characters in the air, and was shocked after reading every word.

"Tianjingsha. Autumn Thoughts"

There are only five sentences and 28 characters in the whole poem, and there is no word "autumn" in the whole song, but it depicts a bleak and moving picture of the sunset in the autumn suburbs, and accurately conveys the traveler's miserable state of mind.

Nine words, nine kinds of things, juxtaposed with scenery, combined into a picture of sunset in the autumn suburbs, let a wanderer from the end of the world appear on a bleak background on a thin horse, revealing a sad mood from it, expressing a wandering The wanderer in the world misses his hometown in autumn and is tired of wandering.

This is exactly the state of mind of the old man at that time, so he made this painting.

Looking at the direction, this poem appeared from the assessment place, and this time he had to go there himself.

Shengpin, he is now worried that his painting is not worthy.

At the same time, figures appeared from all over the ancient world, rushing towards the examination place.

(End of this chapter)