Sword Venerable Ling Tian

Some were quick and some were slow, like Yue Qingcang and Yun Yang, they were all extremely serious. Not only were they pondering over the words, even the words that were written were extremely detailed, striving to be perfect.    

    

In just the time it took to brew a cup of tea, people had already finished filling out the words for the submoon hum.    

    

"The west wind has come to persuade the cool clouds to go, and the east to let go of the golden mirror. "Congealing by the frost in the fields, wetting the river ?"    

    

"The geniuses of the Eldest Brother, all the junior brothers are untouchable!"    

    

"Tonight, Eldest Brother's submoon hum is truly peerless. It must be able to enter Jade Head's eyes!"    

    

"Hehe, it's just a matter of luck, but it's really too much to look at. We still need all of you junior brothers to be righteous in your judgement!"    

    

"Eldest Brother is too modest, who in this Qing Yun Sect can have such talent? Whether it is in terms of martial arts talent or comprehension ability, we are all far behind in terms of talent!"    

    

On a profound beast that was not small, there was a group of Qing Yun Sect disciples filling in the form of a letter.    

    

The crowd around him gasped in admiration, and after Yang Lin said a few words, he could not help but reveal a complacent expression.    

    

Qing Yun Sect put down the jade pen in her hand, her expression indifferent, and did not look at Yang Lin at all.    

    

"Will you come to such a grand occasion today?" Ye Fan muttered, he looked left and right, but did not see that person.    

    

Although the Qing Yun Sect was not as powerful as the Qingtian Sect, her strength was not weak either.    

    

Hearing the praises of the people around him and the ashamed expressions of the Sect Cultivator on board of the ship, Yang Lin was still relieved. If a song really entered Yu Xuanji's eyes in a while, his vanity would be greatly satisfied.    

    

"Hmph, with just this poem, you still dare to spout nonsense?" What a bunch of ignorant bumpkins! "    

    

Amidst all the praises, there were suddenly waves of cold snorts, which were especially ear-piercing.    

    

The Qing Yun Sect disciple's face was sullen and angry, she looked towards the direction of the voice, only to see the Disciple of the Mighty Heaven Sect above the Qingtian Sect's pleasure boat looking towards him.    

    

"Qingtian Sect!"    

    

When the group of angered Qing Yun Sect disciples saw that it was Qingtian Sect's taunting, they frowned, and their aura died out quite a bit.    

    

After all, the Qingtian Sect was the current Sect's cow-wielder. The number of geniuses in the sect was simply too many, and they were also too strong.    

    

But the disciples of the Qing Yun Sect did not have good expressions either.    

    

"Humph, our Eldest Brother writes it well, could there be a problem!?"    

    

"That's right, don't think that just because you're the number one Sect, you can be arrogant. Your submoon hum paraphrase might not necessarily be better than our Eldest Brother!"    

    

A group of Qing Yun Sect disciples said unhappily.    

    

"Hehe, there's no need to argue with them."    

    

Disciple of the Mighty Heaven Sect was about to mock him, but she was stopped by Yue Qingcang who had already stopped.    

    

On the Desk in front of him, he had finished filling in the form of a "submoon hum".    

    

Dressed in a black gown, Yue Qingcang's demeanor was graceful. He shook his wrist and admired his own poem with a face full of gratitude.    

    

"Senior brother Qing Cang really has a good writing skill!"    

    

"That's right. No matter what kind of poem it is, just the word 'unyielding' is sufficient to attract the attention of others!"    

    

"Senior brother Qing Cang's sword art is extraordinary. This word is like a sharp sword, truly frightening!"    

    

Before the group of Disciple of the Mighty Heaven Sect had even seen what was written, they had already started praising him.    

    

"Hmph, all you know how to do is to put on an act. Read out what words you have written for everyone to hear!"    

    

The Qing Yun Sect disciple jeered.    

    

"Humph, hold up your ears and listen!"    

    

One of the Disciple of the Mighty Heaven Sect cleared her throat, looked at Yue Qingcang's words, and slowly muttered.    

    

"Tens of thousands of water return to yin, so the tide believes in the lack of due to the month. It was only a matter of time, but it was still a matter of time before the both of them reached a stalemate. "Something that grinds the golden mirror clean, who has the Milky Way Art ?"    

    

Halfway through the reading, the expression of the Qing Yun Sect disciple led by Yang Lin slightly changed, and became unnatural.    

    

"It has a very high style, very sad and beautiful, a good poem, but this poem is a level better than Yang Lin!"    

    

Those who were able to come to this place were all somewhat talented. At this moment, when they compared Yang Lin and Yue Qingcang's words, no matter if it was words or intent, they were all a level higher than the former.    

    

This kind of battling poetry was often like this. Perhaps good words had appeared, but if one was outclassed, then it wouldn't be worth a single cent. And because of this, someone was able to create a masterpiece that would turn the tide and make a name for himself. Not only would he earn fame, he would also be able to improve his comprehension ability.    

    

This was the charm of poetry in this world.    

    

After being defeated by Yue Qingcang's spell incantation, Yang Lin led the disciples behind him down the Desk, and entered the pleasure boat s, not having the face to appear again.    

    

As for the Qingtian Sect, they had high aspirations, as if they were proud to be on their side.    

    

Yue Qingcang did not mind using one word to defeat Yang Lin at all. Instead, he picked up the top-grade talisman paper which was used to transcribe submoon hum, wrapped it in a layer of luck and sent it over to the Array in the middle of the river.    

    

It was not only Yue Qingcang who felt this. At this moment, all those who had finished filling in their words, wrapped their own words in Yuan Qi and sent them over.    

    

As for the talisman papers that were filled with Yuan Qi s, after they were mixed with the Array, they enlarged and lined up one by one, and appeared on top of the four Hologram s on the platform.    

    

The quality of the paper used to write words was extremely decisive for the brightness displayed above the Array. The higher the level, the more conspicuous and eye-catching it was.    

    

Standing on top of Brocade Pavilion, as long as Yu Xuanji turned around and looked around, she could see everything clearly.    

    

Singing Immortal Bian Yujing walked out of the pavilion, she raised her head and looked up, a light smile appearing on her face.    

    

He followed the stairs to the top of the pavilion, walked to the side of the jade fence, and smiled at the girl who was leaning on the railing, "Why, are you still staring at me? There's no one else in my eyes, right? But I can see a few new faces. They are all very handsome, and their words are all pretty good. Why don't you take a good look? "    

    

The lady was Yu Xuanji who had just returned to Brocade Pavilion.    

    

She turned his head slightly, revealing his absolutely beautiful face, and smiled: "It's fine if I don't want to look, but the words I used were all 'dismal and sorrowful', without any new meaning, and I could almost hear the words' cocoon '. I can't move it, how could I let my zither play, and move the heaven and earth?"    

    

Bian Yujing laughed bitterly: "Sigh, I am truly sad for those young masters outside. I didn't know that our Zither Immortal hearts have long belonged to them.    

    

"Aiyo, listening to my sister's tone, I feel really sad. How about, big sister find a talented person and betroth her to him for life? " Yu Xuanji turned around and joked around.    

    

"Tch, Crown Prince Yun Yang has fallen under your skirt. I, your sister, have found such a good person, how can you compare to me?"    

    

Bian Yujing looked into the distance, but before she could finish, her gaze suddenly froze, and her voice became serious.    

    

The young master who was wearing a dragon veil had finished writing and used the Yuan Qi to deliver the ordinary piece of white paper.    

    

Because the paper was very ordinary, it was naturally not very dazzling. No one paid it any special attention; it was as if the paper had fallen into the snow and disappeared in an instant.    

    

"What's wrong, sister? What are you looking at?"    

    

Yu Xuanji was startled. She followed Bian Yujing's gaze, but did not discover anything.    

    

"Oh. "No, nothing."    

    

Bian Yujing quickly retracted her gaze, and laughed: "Don't worry about me, look, that Crown Prince Yun Yang seems to have finished his selection."