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Chapter 120 Picture Scroll Secret Realm
Seven feet of gold, this kind of achievement has overwhelmed the audience, and the Ningjiang Dragon King immediately swaggered and walked around in front of all the dragon kings.

For hundreds of years, in Dingzhou where he is located, there is no talented scholar who can meet with other Neizhou.

Now that he is finally proud, he can straighten his back and get the first place in the poetry meeting. Even if he fails in the next secret realm assessment, the interests of Dingzhou Dragon Palace can be basically guaranteed.

Dai Ning Dragon King was speechless, shrank back and had no face to speak out again. At this time, everyone except Zhou Bai had finished writing, and the Qi Chi Jin Qi was unshakable.

Not to mention, there is also Long Ling.

buzz~
When the dragon's walk was fully displayed, the four dragon pillars immediately buzzed and roared, and the dragon's chant came and went one after another.

Hundreds of light spots flew out, like moths, plunging into the "burning" boiling golden pillar.

In an instant, the seven-foot golden energy grew to nine feet nine, which is a limit, the limit of Qingshi.

However, with the approval and help of the dragon spirits, Zhou Bai's golden pillar broke through nine feet nine and reached a height of ten feet.

And the original normal golden color became extraordinarily bright at this time, like pure gold.

This scene made the old man in Confucian uniform who was sitting at the head unable to maintain a calm posture. He said in a daze: "It's not like there were no great talents who wrote green poems here before, but breaking through the nine-foot-nine literary style with the golden poem style The limit is No.1."

The dragon kings in the other hall were also talking about it.

"Zhou Bai's dragon walk this week really suits the appetite of our dragon clan."

"The dragon spirits of the past dynasties are highly recognized, and it is not incomprehensible to break through the boundaries of literary spirit."

"Ningjiang Dragon King is lucky. It just so happens that such a great talent appears in Dingzhou."

……

With the magic weapon of the literary test, the rankings are almost clear at a glance, and the old man in Confucianism simply announced the results of the poetry competition.

"The winner of this poetry competition, Zhou Bai of Dingzhou! Award the young man with a ray of luck, and help him go straight to the blue sky!"

"The rest of the kings all have rewards, which will be distributed by the dragon kings."

Zhou Bai stepped forward and bowed in all directions, and then calmly accepted the gifts from the other scholars. They were all sincere, and the difference in strength lies here.

Then the old man in Confucianism pointed at the magic weapon of the brush again, and suddenly a strong wind of ink color was blown in the hall, without blowing anything, only the calligraphy that the scholars had just made was swept away.

The previous feast of spiritual food was not for nothing. These treasures of dragon poems and calligraphy are still of great use, which can keep the luck of the ancestors from falling.

"In the second competition, we will draw a little bit of your spiritual thoughts to go to my clan's secret realm, where you will be responsible for teaching the young dragons how to be a dragon."

"The dragon king who brought you here must have explained the specific matters, so scholars who are unwilling to participate now, please come out of the hall by yourself, and the secret realm assessment will start in a quarter of an hour."

Accompanied by the announcement of the rules of Confucianism and obedience to the elders, the scholars in the hall looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one would move lightly for a while.

The involution of the human race is everywhere, from the upper elite to the lower civilians, they are always comparing and competing with each other.

It wasn't until the time limit of fifteen minutes was almost up that a few scholars left sadly, and it was the first poetry meeting just now, and it was they who wrote the poem of white qi.

Right now, they really don't have the energy to participate in the second competition. If they lose a series of disastrous defeats, they are afraid that it will affect the spirit of Chunwei's imperial examination.

You can't turn a chance into a disaster. When you break it, you break it.

Therefore, no one has the meaning of ridicule to the losers who leave. They are all smart people who know how to choose.

When the time was up, the old man in Confucian uniform walked into the hall again. He looked solemn and bowed to the square dragon pillars.

"Please bear the witness of the dragon spirits of past dynasties, and the guardian of the ancestral land of the present, on February 47, [-]th year of Daxu Xiangxing, the secret realm of our family will be opened!"

Under the sound of vicissitudes and majesty, the four dragon pillars radiated golden light, and the ground in the center of the hall slowly cracked, and a giant picture scroll hidden inside appeared in front of everyone.

There is a white mist on the painting, and nothing can be seen clearly, only Zhou Bai can vaguely see some of the content by virtue of the great achievement of hope.

There are mountains and rivers, cities and countryside, and dragon palaces in the water, and mischievous and laughing children with long horns...

"You scholars are all mortals. It may be unbearable to draw your spiritual thoughts into the secret realm in the painting, so please sleep well." After the old man in Confucianism said, he waved his hand again, and the breeze came, and everyone immediately sleepy.

Zhou Bai's soul was tough, but he didn't resist. Instead, he fell asleep on the table like everyone else.

I only vaguely heard the last sentence: "Give full play to what you have learned, and don't hide your secrets. What you have experienced is just a dream, and you will not lose anything..."

……

When he woke up again, he didn't have a splitting headache or confused thinking, on the contrary, Zhou Bai was very sober now.

It was indeed just a ray of divine sense coming in, and he could even feel the sleepy soul body from the outside world.

The relevant information of the picture scroll world is all in the memory of Zhou Bai's current identity.

His name is still Zhou Bai, and he is the human master "invited" by Jiahu Dragon Palace, who is responsible for teaching the dragon sons and grandsons of Dragon Palace to be a good dragon.

Well, in the morning, I teach humanities common sense, how to be a dragon, and in the afternoon, I teach how to spread clouds and rain. Every day, the courses are full.

This is not to squeeze them dry and not let them go.

The winning condition is that whoever teaches the young dragon to be named the young master first will win the secret realm test.

The position of Young Master is the title given by Yi Gong Long Jun to outstanding descendants, which means that he is qualified to inherit the foundation of the Dragon Palace and is the Young Master of the Dragon Palace.

Of course, because there are too many dragon sons and grandsons, the Dragon Palace generally has a large territory and influence, so there will not be only one young master.

Among them, the status of the dragon girl in the Dragon Palace is different, so there are no hard and fast rules. Generally speaking, the princess is also considered to be the winner.

The Dragon Palace private school is naturally also in the Dragon Palace. It is strange to say that the Dragon Clan, who are obviously the best at controlling water, always deploy water-proof formations first when building the Dragon Palace.

Perhaps in this way, some habits after turning into a human form can be preserved.

This morning, Zhou Bai came to Longgong Private School as usual, ready to start a new day of classes.

Before entering the private school, Zhou Bai could hear all kinds of laughter and noise, but when he entered the private school, all the sounds disappeared immediately, and the naughty children ran back to their seats one after another.

Zhou Bai knew that these young children with red lips and white teeth were young dragons, and he also understood why he had such a great prestige.

Because in terms of identity setting, Zhou Bai has mana, otherwise how can he teach the young dragon to fly clouds and rain.

And he tried a little bit, and his mana is not weak, at least equivalent to a real Yinshen.

These young dragons dare to be mischievous, but they can't beat him, and the ruler in their hands is no joke.

Looking at the fifteen students who respected their teachers, Zhou Bai nodded slightly.

"Starting class now, it's not easy to be a dragon, and it's even more difficult to become a young master."

"Dragon can be big or small, it can rise or hide: the big one can make clouds and mist, the small one can hide its shape; the dragon can soar between the universe, and the hidden one can hide in the waves..."

When Zhou Bai was in class, he was already slowly observing and recording the characteristics of each student, and he wanted to find out the key training for self-motivated students.

After this class, two young dragons have become his training objects, Ao Lin and Ao Xia.

They were the only ones who showed excited expressions every time Zhou Bai mentioned such words as Shaojun and Zhenlong, and listened to the class very seriously.

(End of this chapter)