peerless teacher

"All right!"

Sun Mo didn't care, he walked to the altar, looked at the rice paper laid out by the female clerk, and handed over a small knife.

Sun Mo took it, cut off his finger, put the blood into the inkstone, and picked up the sage pen.

What should I write?

"Teacher, come on!"

Li Ziqi waved his fist.

"teacher!"

Lu Zhiruo clasped her hands together and prayed to Sun Mo.

An Xinhui, Gu Xiuxun, Mei Ziyu and the others, everyone's faces were full of hope, trust, and admiration.

In their hearts, Sun Mo is the best!

The beauty is on the side, the beauty is like jade!

A man, how can he not disappoint the girl who admires him!

This time, I want to win!

Do not,

I will be the master of the Holy Gate!

A poem burst out in Sun Mo's mind. He picked up a pen, dipped it in blood, and splashed ink on the clean white rice paper.

When autumn comes on September [-]th, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom!

The fragrance of soaring sky penetrates Kyushu, and the whole city is full of golden armor!

boom!

When Sun Mo expressed his feelings directly and finished writing the last character 'Jia', the entire poem suddenly burst out with golden light, illuminating the entire hall, resplendent and resplendent.

The room is full of pride!

Chapter 1322 A new master teacher halo is born!

"I am..."

Looking at the golden light shining on the rice paper, let alone an uneducated person, even a person full of knowledge, at this time, there is only one sentence left to express the shock in my heart.

Sun Mo has written a famous teacher's poem!

What is a famous teacher's word?

That is, the emotion of a famous teacher is very strong. After writing this poem, the poem will have the effect of a famous teacher's halo, which will remain forever.

When people read this poem, they will be blessed with the aura of this famous teacher.

Without exception, this kind of work is the treasure of the world of famous teachers.

Xu Chunbo's eyes widened suddenly, and he walked quickly to the altar.

"Haha, I'm sure I've won!"

Gu Xiuxun was overjoyed.

As for reading poetry?

Not urgent!

This is my man's work, I can have sex with Sun Mo while looking at it every night.

Wait, these people should be able to grab it, right?

Plum fish and a few gourd babies looked at Sun Mo adoringly.

After Zhou Yasheng was shocked, he was deeply depressed. How the hell can he win?

For the first time in his life, he experienced a huge sense of powerlessness!

Xu Chunbo recited the poem in cadence.

Everyone's expressions were shocked by Sun Mo's arrogance.

Everyone is a famous teacher, and their literary literacy is not bad. This poem is about Sun Mo comparing himself to a chrysanthemum. When my flowers bloom, all the flowers will wither, and the fragrance that soars into the sky will surely fill Kyushu.

This means that Sun Mo is confident and proud, and will definitely become the master of the holy gate.

The fragrance soaring into the sky is everywhere in the city, and the feeling of this picture comes out all at once, and I also feel a strong sense of oppression.

"The effect of this famous teacher halo is similar to 'persistence', but compared to it, it has more vigor and pride!"

Wei Ziyou commented.

After the students are blessed with perseverance, they can study continuously for a month or ten days, just like being beaten with chicken blood, and this poem is even more effective.

Everyone was talking about this poem, and they were overwhelmed by its magnificent and magnificent artistic conception. They chewed carefully, and their mouths were full of fragrance.

"Hey, Sun Ya Shengju performed perfectly in the three games, so how can others play?"

"I said earlier that he is a master of calligraphy and painting, this one is for nothing!"

"Come on, even if you are a master of calligraphy and painting, it is impossible for every poem to be born with the halo of a famous teacher. It can only be said that Sun Yasheng is too strong."

Everyone looked at the six sub-sages and felt that they were so miserable that they were hung up and beat hard.

"Okay, everyone has appreciated Sun Yasheng's famous poem, who will come next?"

Xu Chunbo asked.

Chen Zhiming rubbed his teeth, retreated, and the others were also full of bad luck.

It's no problem to let them write a poem above the standard, but compared with Sun Mo?

That would be self-defeating.

"I abstain!"

Fang Hong gave up decisively.

"I also abstain!"

Gao Ning shrugged his shoulders: "It's no shame to lose to Sun Shuangjue!"

The other sub-sages also expressed their opinions one after another, and all abstained.

This time, Sun Mo won without a fight.

clap clap clap!

Sun Mo's relatives and friends immediately began to applaud. After three games, he performed the best, and his position as sect master was secured.

"Don't worry, I didn't say it was only three matches!"

Xu Chunbo reminded.

"Huh? And"

Qin Yaoguang was depressed.

"This is natural. How can such an important position as the door owner be decided in only three games?"

Xu Chunbo rolled his eyes, Dang even wanted to announce the content of the fourth match, but was interrupted by Bao Dewei.

"Saint wait a moment!"

After Bao Dewei stopped him, he cupped his fists towards Sun Mo.

"Sun Yasheng, Bao has a cheeky face and wants to ask for a poem!"

Bao Dewei smiled embarrassingly: "I'm going home, so I can't go home empty-handed, can I? Please also ask Sun Yasheng to help me!"

hiss!

Everyone understood Bao Dewei's subtext, this one will not participate in the next competition.

Was it because he was defeated by Sun Mo?

"Who wins the game is still unknown, why should Bao Yasheng do this?"

Sun Mo asked back.

"Hey!"

Bao Dewei shook his head and laughed: "I am an old antique who is dying. I came to fight for the position of sect master just to put pressure on myself and see if it is possible to touch the threshold of a saint. Now it seems that I am wishful thinking."

People talked all about this, and Sun Mo felt embarrassed. Looking at Bao Dewei, he thought of a poem.

"Then I'll be ugly!"

Sun Mo took up the pen again, dipped it in his blood, and wrote a poem on the rice paper that the female clerk had laid out.

Although the tortoise lives long, it still has its time!

……

Old Ji Fuzheng, ambition is a thousand miles away!

……

Fortunately, even zai, sing to sing!

Bao Dewei watched Sun Mo finish writing, and was stunned. His eyes were blank, and his voice trembled: "She...what's her name?"

""Turtle Lives Long"!"

Sun Mo looked at Bao Dewei: "When a person dies, it's not when he stops breathing, but when he loses his dreams and the courage to fight!"

"Bao Yasheng, don't you think that for us famous teachers, dying on the bed is the greatest misfortune?"

After Sun Mo finished speaking, the audience was silent.

The onlookers in the main hall are all high-star famous teachers, and naturally they are not young. Many of them have given up progress and started to live their lives.

Either they are greedy for enjoyment, or they are powerless, but now, after seeing Sun Mo's poem, they feel that they are still young and can still fight!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Bao Dewei suddenly laughed loudly, then raised his hand, and slapped himself hard on the face several times.

Yes!

So what if you're dying?

That's not why I should be discouraged!

Instead, I should use the remaining time to make more sense.

"In the old age of a martyr, he is full of ambition!"

Bao Dewei murmured: "That's really good!"

boom!

Bao Dewei's body suddenly burst out with golden light, and they turned into the appearance of thousands of miles of horses, galloping away towards the distance.

Anyone affected by the halo thinks that I can fight for another 500 years!

"This... is this the halo of a famous teacher who suddenly enlightened?"

Ji Xiangdong is envious.

"And it's one that has never appeared before!"

Many people were drooling with envy. When the golden light disappeared, they felt the effect of this famous teacher's aura while looking at Sun Mo eagerly.

If it wasn't for their lack of status, and they were still in the hall, they wouldn't dare to make a fuss, or they would immediately surround Sun Mo for poetry.

"Thank you Teacher Sun for pointing out the maze!"

Bao Dewei bent down and bowed to Sun Mo at a full ninety degrees.

Sun Mo accepted the gift calmly.

Then, everyone cupped their hands together and congratulated Bao Dewei.

"Congratulations to Yasheng, you have realized the new halo!"