NIP Chapter 196
Chapter 196
As soon as the system finished speaking, Zhang Zifan, who was about to make a move, was slightly taken aback.
Wen Quxing was alive, he didn't expect Own to be so lucky.
What is Wenquxing?
Wenquxing, one of the constellation names, is the fourth star of Northern Dipper.
Wenqu star dominates literary movement, and Wuqu star dominates martial movement, and the two correspond to each other.
Wenquxing is the star in charge of literary movement, and the person who wrote a good article and was hired as a high official by the court is Wenquxing.
Zhang Zifan never expected that in the small Wenyuan Continent, apart from Chen Sheng, the son of destiny, there would be a person reincarnated from Wenquxing.
There is no doubt that whether it is Chen Sheng or the so-called Wenquxing, in this world of great changes and great conflicts, they will surely rise strongly, even surpassing those so-called ancient Supremes.
If these two people are accepted as disciples, not to mention other things, he Zhang Zifan is the one who gathers great luck.
Luck is a wonderful thing, which can be understood as the symbiosis of fate and Karma.
To put it simply, air luck is luck.
It sounds illusory, but in fact, like Karma, time, space, etc., it fills every corner of the world and affects every creature.
You have to admit that some people are born with luck, so lucky that they are so lucky.
You can pick up treasures when you go out, and if you are blasted off the cliff by the enemy, not to mention if you don’t die, you can also pick up a certain martial arts secret realm or a peerless Divine Armament under the cliff.
Every time he emerges from a desperate situation, he can rise strongly again and fight back all the way. Even novels dare not write like this.
This is luck!
On the contrary, some people are moldy to the bone.
I can wrestle wherever I go, either being cheated or being fooled.
To sum it up in one sentence, what can't be done, seems to deviate from the whole world.
This is obviously bad luck, accompanied by bad luck.
And people like Chen Sheng, the son of destiny, including those who descended from the Wenqu star, are all accompanied by great luck. If they can subdue this kind of chosen son, it means that these lucks will be added to themselves.
Zhang Zifan can not only help them grow up quickly, but when they become stronger, they will also feed back their luck to Zhang Zifan.
No matter how strong a person is, he will always be alone.
And when a group of people is strong, with mutual help and mutual help, the luck is superimposed, which is even more terrifying.
Once Chen Sheng enters the imperial realm and masters the avenue of destiny, he will be able to gain the insight small destiny technique.
And Zhang Zifan, with the blessing of the system, can gain the great fate of Insight, and the benefits he has obtained are even more than Chen Sheng.
Because he, Zhang Zifan, also has good luck.
The same is true for Wenquxing.
As long as Zhang Zifan finds and accepts him as a disciple, it will be a good fortune for both of them.
"system
, Who is this Wenquxing? "
The power of the soul came out through the body, instantly covering millions of souls in the entire Star Picking Building.
With Zhang Zifan's strength, not to mention these ordinary creatures, even Master Cen and Dan Qiusheng, two Supremes, cannot escape his detection.
But the power of the soul searched it several times, but still didn't find anything, so I had to ask the system.
[Master host, this little one can’t say anything. 】
[The little one can only say that there is Wenquxing descending from this place, but whether he can be found and accepted as a disciple depends on the host's own ability. 】
As soon as the voice fell, the system fell into silence.
Obviously, the time to test Zhang Zifan has come.
Zhang Zifan drank the fine wine in the glass in one gulp, regained his composure, and looked around with great interest.
The so-called son of fortune, before the awakening of luck, is no different from ordinary people, even inferior to ordinary people.
Chen Sheng is the child of destiny, but his own destiny is extremely rough.
The qualifications are worse than pigs, waste of waste.
If he hadn't met Zhang Zifan, Chen Sheng might not be able to activate his luck for the rest of his life.
Thousand Li Horse still needs Bole's insight, and this Wenqu star thinks the same.
It is difficult to find out only by the naked eye and the power of the soul, which involves the so-called "fate method".
But Zhang Zifan is not in a hurry. If he is in other places, he may not have the information to find Wenquxing.
Don't forget, this is the Zhaixing Building, and this is the Wenyuan Conference!
"Master, it's our turn!"
While thinking, Chen Sheng suddenly said:
"Master, are we going to participate in this Wenyuan Conference?"
While Chen Sheng was speaking, the void in front of him condensed into a picture scroll, hovering in front of everyone, like a piece of pure white rice paper.
"What is this for?"
Xiaoyue'er blinked her eyes, curiously looking at the empty scroll in front of her:
"Can I eat it???"
"..."
Chen Sheng sweated wildly and waved his hands again and again.
Zhang Zifan smiled, looking around, in front of the millions of creatures in the Zhaixing Building, there was basically such a void picture hovering.
Someone closed their eyes and thought.
Someone bowed his head and pondered.
Some people, on the other hand, confidently picked up their brushes and ink, and began to paint on the spot.
This is......
"Master, we're running out of time, let's... shall we write poetry soon?"
Chen Sheng pointed to the increasingly blurred void scroll, and anxiously explained:
"The theme of this Wenyuan conference is "wine". We need to write a poem on it before the empty scroll becomes invisible."
"According to the quality of the poems, you can enter the second round and the third round until the champion of this Wenyuan Conference is selected."
Hearing Chen Sheng's explanation, Zhang Zifan raised his eyebrows, which was very interesting.
After a hundred years
However, the form of this Wenyuan Conference is innovative, and it is very different from the previous book sage.
"Then it's up to you to compose the poem, as a teacher... as a teacher, I will appear later."
There are three hundred Tang poems in my mind, and there are countless Song lyrics and songs. If you recite any one casually, it will be a masterpiece that will last forever.
Naturally, Wang Zha wanted to stay in the back, and leave the limelight to Wen Quxing.
After all, finding Wen Quxing is the most important thing right now.
"Okay, Master, don't worry, although this disciple has no hope of becoming the number one scholar, but if he advances to the finals, it should... be fine!"
After getting Zhang Zifan's approval, Chen Sheng picked up his brush and ink, and after a moment of meditation, he swayed on the empty scroll.
He was originally from the White Deer Academy, and he had read poetry and books since he was a child, so reciting poems and composing Fu was naturally not a problem.
And with the insight of "God-Level Enlightenment Fu", his own destiny also began to change, and a terrifying force revived in his body.
Xiaoyue'er looked at Zhang Zifan with a smile on her face while gnawing on the spirit fruit, and couldn't help but sneered in her heart:
"This big pig's trotter obviously doesn't know how to recite poems and compose Fu, so he said that he will appear later as a teacher."
"If you can compose poetry, this fairy... this fairy will wash your clothes for a lifetime!!"
"..."
Hearing the heartfelt voice of the little fairy, the corners of Zhang Zifan's mouth raised slightly.
The power of the soul came out through the body again, scanning the audience.
Swish!
Swish!
Swish! !
When the time came, the densely packed void scrolls suddenly disappeared into nothingness.
Millions of poems drifted to the depths of the Zhaixing Building at the same time, where a professional jury was set up.
The jury is mostly Great Emperor, and the worst is Saint Cultivation Base.
One thought of the Great Emperor can cover the entire Wenyuan Continent. Although there are millions of poems, they can be distinguished according to the merits and demerits within two breathless times.
call out!
call out!
call out! !
…
The golden light fell down, and the cultivator, which entered the second round smoothly, was covered by rich golden light, and the Tianzihao Pavilion where Zhang Zifan was located was also wrapped in golden light.
The golden light in the sky once again turned into a void picture scroll, and the second round of competition began, with poems and fuss still being written, and the theme of "wine" was still the same.
Zhang Zifan nodded, and his apprentice Chen Sheng picked up his pen again and began to brush it away.
With a sweep of his spiritual thoughts, Zhang Zifan found that there were only a hundred golden lights in the entire building.
In other words, only a hundred people successfully entered the second round.
From a million to a hundred people, the elimination rate is indeed a bit high.
Covered by the hundred golden lights, Zhang Zifan's eyes were slightly stern, and he quickly found the person who descended from the Wenqu star.
A thin and thin scholar with a proud face, the key is that there is a mole on the back of his hand.
It's called "Handwriting Ink"! !