Chapter 1191: Mo blood clothes, find you!

In the North Cang Academy, there are many means of suppressing magic power. For example, the three scholars who had previously escorted the team took out a master painting of the mountains and rivers, and suppressed the famous eight-point master.
Because he may encounter many enemies who practice magical powers in the future, then at that time, these magical powers of the North Cang Academy can come in handy.
However, it is at this time.
"Everyone came to see, the nobles in the lake proposed that each person write a poem. If he was selected as the top three, he would get at least 300,000 hearts."
Suddenly someone shouted.
When the words came out, the surrounding scholars and students were all bright, turned around and found that the speaker was an old scholar in the inner court.
This old scholar is a secluded eight-pointer and very powerful.
After his voice fell, there were many people who had gathered together and had thousands of people.
But the real beginning of poetry, but only dozens of people, even hundreds of people are not.
Kill, I will!
What kind of ghost is poetry?
Among these people, even some people can't recognize the words, how to make poems?
"In addition, the inner school scholars are not allowed to join." The old scholar reminded me.
The inner school scholars are the original students of Bei Cang Academy. These people learn the rich five cars and are full of economics. They can make poems and lyrics casually. If they participate, they will not have to play.
At this time, after seeing this, Ye Xuan also came to interest.
"At least 300,000 hearts can be obtained? This is a good opportunity!"
Ye Xuan’s eyes lit up.
Writing poetry, he won't!
However, I haven’t eaten pork yet. Have you ever seen a pig run?
Even if he is a student, he can't forget a poem.
At the moment, he took out a piece of paper and quickly wrote it on it. Of course, he did not forget to write his own name.
"Brother, this is mine!"
Ye Xuan plucked the past and handed the paper to the old scholar.
"Oh?"
This old scholar is very surprised. He feels the murderousness of Ye Xuan, but he did not expect that Ye Xuan could make such a poem. It is really unappealing.
"Not bad."
The old scholar nodded slightly.
Among the thousands of scholars in the foreign academy, there are many sons of the family who were born. They also had to learn when they were young, so they can make some poems, but it is not very good.
Ye Xuan is very confident in the poems he wrote. Although this is not his work, it is now possible to steal it in a different world.
The poem he took out is the work of Shi Xian Li Bai - quiet night thinking.
Soon, the old scholars finished all the works and then swept to the island of the lake.
Everyone is curious, so many works, who can win the top three and win the reward of 300,000 hearts?
After a while, the old scholar was back.
It seems that the results have come out, do not know who is these three good luck?
"Well, the top three have already appeared. This is chosen by the nobles in the lake."
The old scholar did not say anything, and began to read: "The third place, the embarrassing Anle Fu."
Then he just gave it to him.
"Second place, Li Yiyang's Tianbei tour."
The old scholar said again: "The third place, 300,000 hearts, the second place is 400,000 hearts, and the first place, it is 500,000 hearts!"
After listening to it, everyone was boiling.
500,000 hearts and devils, this is not a small amount, enough to create a master of the seven heavens.
This first place, in the end, who is the flower?
"It's me, it must be me. Li Yiyang's Tianbei Tour has been compared with me. The family elders said that I am better."
A scholar thinks in his heart.
At this time, the old scholar in front of the slowly opened: "First place, Ye Xuan's quiet night thinking!"
When this was said, everyone’s gaze was gathered on a white figure in the air not far away.
The people who went up, they all remembered, and Ye Xuan’s murderousness is strong, and they don’t want to be remembered, so they all know Ye Xuan.
Unexpectedly, this murderous person ranked first in the audience, actually won the first poem, it is incredible.
"Haha, it really is me, the poet is blessed!"
Ye Xuan couldn't help but laugh three times. Of course, he said this in his heart.
"Quiet night thinking!"
"Before the bed, bright moonlight, suspected frost on the ground, look up at the moon, look down on your hometown!"
The old scholar gave the verse a reading and sighed: "Good poetry, good poetry, I am afraid that even I can't do it, and Ye Shidi is very powerful."
"The brothers have won the prize!"
Ye Xuan said with some shame, what he wanted most at this time was to let the old scholar quickly give him the reward.
500,000 hearts and devils!
But at this time.
"The trough, this poetic, just listened to it again, my mood is improved."
"Right, I have improved, it is incredible."
"Fast, write down, read it every night, you can speed up your mood."
"Haha, I made a profit, and the effect is not as low as that of the one."
A group of people boiled again.
The old scholars were deeply surprised when they heard this. They said: "This poem has this effect. Brother, don't know where your hometown is?"
"Oh, my hometown is in the earth...village, far away." Ye Xuan replied casually.
"What about the global village? If you have the opportunity in the future, you can go and have a look."
The old scholar smiled and nodded. Immediately, his face suddenly became dignified. He said: "This verse has no effect on me, but it can enhance their state of mind and have spirituality. If it is written on special paper, maybe it can be Make a heavenly device for a town."
"I rub, can I still do this?"
Ye Xuan’s brow was a pick, and he was really scared.
A poem, you can be a master of the town, this is too powerful, right?
He suddenly remembered the picture of the mountain and river that the three scholars had sacrificed on that day. It was also a very special device.
However, he knows that the person who painted the map of the mountains and rivers, the strength must not be weak, I am afraid that it is a master of the mood.
"Teacher, this is your reward. As for your poem, I want to hand it over to the academy. I don't know if I can."
The old scholar asked.
"Yes, you can take it. However, I hope to write Li Bai, Mu Zi Li, Bai Yun's white." Ye Xuan said.
The old scholar gave a slight pause. Even if the reaction came over, he smiled and said: "No problem!"
He suddenly remembered that the literati had two names, Ye Xuan should be just his real name, so he did not ask much.
"Thank you brother!"
Ye Xuan took over the bag of the heart of the magic, the feelings of joy in the heart are all on the face, but at this time, his face suddenly condensed.
He sensed that there was a familiar atmosphere that entered his range of perception and then disappeared.
"Mo blood clothes, find you!"