I, above the court, angrily rebuked the faint king

Although Zhengzhou can only reach the third floor at this time.

But the effect of deterrence is enough.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the trials of the first two floors in Zhengzhou are much more exciting than what some great Confucians have to go through in the fifth floor.

It was not easy for him to reach the third floor.

Chu Jue didn’t say a word, he was still waiting and watching, some people dared to kill in Xianmen, some people dared not in Xianmen, if Zhengzhou’s talent was really so high that both Confucianism and Taoism in the middle and wide area bowed their heads and called him holy, then Xianmen really didn’t dare Kill him.

But if Zhengzhou's limit is only the third level, then killing him is not difficult for Li You Daozong, it can be done easily with just one thought, and Confucianism and Taoism in the world dare not speak up for him.

In three days, Zhengzhou came all the way to the sixth floor.

By this time, Chu Jueqi finally panicked.

As he has seen the whole process of climbing the tower in Zhengzhou, he already has a rough judgment on Zhengzhou's talent.

"If this son is not eliminated, Confucianism and Taoism will prosper." Chu Jueqi spoke very highly of Zhengzhou.

Climb to the sixth floor to obtain the sub-sage qualification.

But is this really the end of Zhengzhou?

No one knew, and they didn't dare to make judgments. The surprise Zhengzhou gave them was too great.

Coming to the sixth floor, this time Chuanru Pagoda did not generate other illusory spaces. The first five trials were all carried out in illusory spaces. During these five times, Zhengzhou used various methods each time to complete the task. At the same time, the Song Dynasty was destroyed.

He did this because he wanted to leave a way out for himself. Every emperor, even a foolish emperor, would not entrust important tasks and protect a rebellious subject.

Zhengzhou didn't ask Zhao Xin to kill himself.

But don't deliberately make things difficult for him to beg for death.

The trial on the sixth floor, as Wang Wengong said, tests talent.

On the contrary, this is the most disturbing level in Zhengzhou.

He and the original owner didn't have much ink in their stomachs. Let him write some prose. If the genre was poetry, it would really make things difficult for Zhengzhou, a traveler.

However, the content of the trial happened to be poetry.

"lifetime."

These two characters are clues, and Zhengzhou needs to use them to make poems.

The civil servants in the Xuanzheng Building, who called themselves literati and poets, frowned and thought hard.

The limitation of "lifetime" is too broad, it seems that it can be improvised, but it can't cut into the main idea, so it is difficult to control.

Yunmo, the well-known servant in the poetry circle of the Song Dynasty, thought for a long time, but finally gave up.

It is difficult for a person to write poems to explain his life in a short period of time.

"I'm afraid Zhou'er is going to give up."

"He didn't even memorize the four books of Kaimeng, let alone compose poetry."

Zheng Linyuan didn't want to pour cold water, but he knew his son very well, and tried to make them give up waiting, so that Zhengzhou would receive less criticism.

"Zhengzhou is so good that he didn't even memorize all the four books of Kaimeng? It's a pity, it's a pity, Mr. Zheng, you can't absolve yourself of the blame for the training of Zhengzhou."

"I didn't expect that Zhengzhou would fall into the matter of literary talent, which is really regrettable."

"Well, after all, no one is perfect."

Feelings everywhere.

Is this the end of the three-day shock?

Zheng Linyuan was also heartbroken. If he had known that his son had the talent to become the supreme Confucianist, he would have cultivated it from an early age. He would pour all kinds of Confucianism and Taoism classics into his head as if he wanted to eat jelly beans.

Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now.

Zheng Linyuan believes that Zhengzhou will definitely withdraw voluntarily.

Although the sixth floor is not bad, compared with the seventh floor, there is a qualitative gap.

"Oh." Zheng Linyuan got up, planning to go downstairs to meet Zhengzhou.

In any case, he set the fastest record from the first floor to the sixth floor. With this alone, Zhengzhou can already be famous in history.

The threat to Li You Taoist Sect has also been achieved, and what happened today is not all a failure.

Just when Zheng Linyuan was about to resign, Wang Wengong shouted in shock: "Zhengzhou has begun to grind, you plan to face the sixth-level assessment!"

"Huh?" Everyone's eyes focused.

Chu Jueqi curled his lips in disdain. How wonderful a poem can a person who has not even completed enlightenment write?

"Poetry depends on accumulation, not talent. I think the sixth floor is already the limit of Zhengzhou. Don't have too much expectation." Chu Jueqi's rare opening made the Xuanzheng Building that had just been lit go quiet again .

Wang Wengong ignored the cold water that Chu Jueqi poured, and focused on Zhengzhou's poetry.

"Angry into the crown, leaning against the railing, Xiaoxiaoyu takes a break."

"Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement."

"Thirty years of fame and dust and soil, eight thousand miles of cloud and moon."

"Don't wait for a moment, white your young head, empty and sorrowful."

After finishing the whole poem, the Xuanzheng Building was completely silent, and everyone looked at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes.

"Master Zheng, is it true that Zhengzhou hasn't even finished Kaimeng?" Someone spoke with a hoarse voice, and the shock burning from the bottom of his heart made his voice hoarse.

Zheng Linyuan looked at the not-so-handsome words on the screen, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

The shock Zhengzhou gave him was too great.

Chapter 20 Let the Song poetry circle advance another 500 years!

Outside the Xuanzheng Building, Qiao Shihan looked at Zhengzhou in the picture, and felt that the place he touched that day was burning again.

"This word is really well done." Qiao Shihan stroked her left shoulder with her right hand, her brows and eyes full of reverie.

Poems and songs are the most touching.

The original Qiao Shihan only regarded Zhengzhou as an ordinary person with excellent talent who was very suitable for practicing his own skills.