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Chapter 619 Silver Seal
In the hall, the Dragon Lord's eyes were deep as he swept his gaze across the hall. Others might not notice it, but he could see wisps of white mist rising from the table. Seeing this, even he couldn't help but smile.

"So, great things are in store. My centuries of accumulation are finally bearing fruit!"

Then Long Jun turned his gaze to Li Ming, and saw that he had picked up the pen but did not write anything. He was a little curious in his heart. After all, both the poems from last night and the poems on today's painting were top-notch. He thought that he was the most literary person, and the quality of his works should be excellent.

At this time, some people had already finished writing. There was white paper on the table with marks of black ink on it. The bits of literary energy radiated brilliance and were reflected in the eyes of Long Jun.

He didn't need to look at the content of these poems, he could get a general idea just by looking at the brightness of the literary style on the paper.

"If any talented person has finished writing, please present it to me first and I will give you a pot of wine!"

Following the order, a maid immediately came over and carefully took away the written poems. Long Jun just took a quick look and nodded, showing a look of satisfaction.

As these people handed in their answers, the sound of human voices gradually became audible in the originally empty and silent hall.

Some people who had not picked up their pens before started talking after seeing that nearly half of the people had put down their pens, and the atmosphere in the hall became more lively.

The Second Young Master sneered at Li Ming, who was unable to lift his pen, and said, "What's the difficulty? Your pretense really disappoints me!"

Li Ming just turned a deaf ear and smiled faintly, but he saw the bright lights, pearls and corals in the hall, and the guests toasting each other. Then he raised his head and looked outside the hall, and started writing. His pen flew like a dragon and he finished it in one go, which showed that his inspiration was indeed flowing.

The west wind blows the waves of Dongting Lake.

Overnight, Xiangjun's hair turned white.

After getting drunk, I didn’t know the sky was in the water.
The boat is full of clear dreams and the galaxy is filled with dreams.

As these four sentences flowed from the pen, the Dragon King was immediately moved. Although he had not yet seen what kind of poem was written in it, he could already see the green air rising up, and then turning into golden splendor, with five colors flowing, which was truly extraordinary.

Such behavior was somewhat unexpected. Some people discussed it in private at the moment. Naturally, they did not dare to speak nonsense, but what they said was full of sarcasm. However, they were concerned about Li Ming's strength and identity, so they did not say it bluntly.

In just a moment, most of them changed the subject and chatted and laughed with the people around them. It seemed that few people were still paying attention to Li Ming.

However, Ao San hurried forward and asked in a low voice, "Brother Li, have you finished writing?"

Li Ming nodded calmly, then handed over the white paper and said, "That's enough."

Ao San also liked literary talent. A look of joy appeared on his face after he took it. He then read it again silently, and could not help but feel even more happy. He nodded and said, "It is indeed enough."

Meanwhile, sitting at the head of the table, there was an undisguised joy in the eyes of the Dragon King. Everyone was just celebrating and feasting as if it were a day of celebration, so the Dragon King was overjoyed. Only Long Yue noticed that her father's smile grew wider after Li Ming put pen to paper.

Ao San took another closer look at the scroll, and the more he read, the more he liked it. He couldn't help but say to himself, "After getting drunk, I didn't realize that the sky was under the water. The boat was full of clear dreams, and the stars were overshadowing it. Isn't this the scene of last night?"

After a while, most people had finished writing, and the remaining few people didn't need to write anymore. Even if they were given another three days and three nights, they probably wouldn't be able to come up with any good poems. They all covered their faces and pretended that nothing had happened.

Everyone's poems were placed before the Dragon Lord's desk. Long Yue stood up and said with a smile, "People say there's no first in literature and no second in martial arts, but my father has a rare treasure that can manifest literary aura, allowing you to compare your literary talents. Long Yue dares to ask my father to use this treasure."

"I've heard for a long time that the Dragon Lord has a silver seal that can reveal the level of literary talent. Is that true?"

"Of course it's real. The Dragon King loves literature and calligraphy, so he went out of his way to find this seal to prevent anyone from passing it off as genuine!" There was a lot of discussion in the room, and even Li Ming was a little surprised. He had just arrived in Dongping, and although he had heard of the Dragon King's deeds, he didn't necessarily know the details. This was the first time he had heard of this silver seal.

"Showing literary aura? Isn't that somewhat similar to the rules of the world of literature and Taoism?" Li Ming muttered in his heart, and his expression changed slightly.

The Marquis of Dingyuan laughed and said, "This silver seal is indeed genuine. I borrowed it once before, hoping to use it during the imperial examination. But Old Dragon was so stingy and refused to give it to me. He even suggested that we bring the scholars' papers here for him to judge. Of course, I disagreed. This is the first time I've seen it before, and he usually treasures it very much. Take a good look at it."

The Dragon Lord pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's as it should be."

After saying this, he raised his hand and a stream of light shot out, hanging in the middle of the hall, and then emitted a faint glow.

But when Li Ming looked at the silver seal, there was something else on his face besides surprise, and he gently rubbed his eyebrows.

As the Dragon King cast his seal, white mist emerged from the scrolls, illuminating the hall in an instant. Then rays of light shot up, flowing like the tide... The hall was suddenly filled with a riot of colour, and the aura of literature surged forward.

Everyone had never seen such a scene before and was stunned for a moment.

"I have only seen such brilliant writing today. It is worth my life," murmured an older man.

In the blink of an eye, the literary spirit on the scroll was fully revealed, and its brilliance was stable, but the difference in quality could also be seen.

Long Yue couldn't help but smile and said, "Father, three golden scrolls were issued this time."

The Dragon Lord nodded and said, "There are different levels of literary aura. The most common is white. After a few years of study, you'll have some of it. If you learn a few principles from books and make them your own, you'll see a green aura. If you further grasp the wisdom of the predecessors, you'll see a golden aura. Of course, if it's expressed in poetry, calligraphy, or paintings, a work that retains a literary aura is considered excellent. A work with a green aura will be famous throughout the prefectures, while a work with a golden aura can spread throughout Great Xia."

"What about this volume?" Ao San suddenly asked, pointing at another one.

The Dragon Lord gazed at the scroll emitting a faint five-colored brilliance and said word by word, "The five-colored brilliance will be passed down through the ages!"

Then a faint literary aura spread and turned into clouds and mist.

Everyone was stunned, not knowing what was going on, and someone asked.

"What is Lord Long going to do?"

"Could it be!" Long Yue exclaimed, covering her cherry lips with her left hand and said, "A famous work handed down from generation to generation, imprinted and revealed!"

Someone asked in confusion: "What does this mean?"

Long Yue explained: "When the literary flavor of the poem reaches a certain level, the imprint will have its own unique vision, which is also very extraordinary. In these years, only my fifth brother-in-law Ye..."

At this point, Long Yue seemed to realize that she had spoken out of turn and quickly shut up.

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