Cross To Be The Emperor

"Are you giving me a test?"

Li Hengxuan just laughed, this week Zhou Chong knew he had to take the initiative.

If Li Hengxuan keeps asking questions, he can guarantee that none of the people here can answer them. For more than 20 years in his previous life on Earth, how much knowledge he had in his heart was unknown to those natives of Kyushu.

But let them ask questions...

Li Hengxuan was not sure that anyone in the room could win the question.

But Zhou Chong!

Hehe, in the past thousands of years of Huaxia, the culture was brilliant, and there were so many famous quatrains, they would be stunned by any one of them.

You know, although Kyushu has a longer history of civilization than China.

But Kyushu respects martial arts, and everyone usually studies martial arts, and poetry and songs are just for fun. Can it compare to the cultural splendor of China, a civilization that emphasizes literature over martial arts?

Li Hengxuan laughed loudly: "Okay, then I'll let you come up with a question. Brother Zhou is known as the King of Shit, um, no, Brother Zhou is known as the King of Poetry, but I am a literary sage and I am not afraid of you, so I will compete with you in poetry!"

Zhou Chong said disdainfully: "Brother Long Xuan actually speaks so boldly, I'm not afraid that Feng Da will flash his tongue!"

"That's right, Brother Zhou is known as the Poet King of the City of the Sky! How could this title come for nothing!"

"The City of the Sky is the second largest city in Wuzhou after Dragon City, with a population of billions. Brother Zhou's title of King of Poems is worthy of the name!"

"Although this Long Xuan is eccentric and has a mysterious origin, I don't believe that he can win against Brother Zhou by comparing it to poetry!"

Everyone spoke up one after another.

Li Hengxuan's tone was really too loud, offending everyone, and now everyone here can't understand him!

With the support of everyone, Zhou Chong was immediately elated, and said loudly: "Kyushu regards martial arts as the most respected. Although we compare it to poetry, we can't break away from this point. Why don't we use martial arts as the topic and write a poem each. Finally How are your comments?"

"sure…"

Li Hengxuan laughed, and said again: "But it's not enough to just compare it to poetry, we have to add some color."

"Caitou, what do you mean?"

Zhou Chong was taken aback for a moment, then paused slightly, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

"Well, Caitou, whoever loses can just jump from here?"

After Li Hengxuan finished speaking, he pointed out the window. Bai Qing was forced to jump off the building by Li Hengxuan before. Long Zijun also jumped off the building in a panic and left here.

Seeing Zhou Chong's hesitation, Li Hengxuan said again: "Brother Zhou is not sure enough to admit that he is the king of shit, not the king of poetry?"

"Bi, Bi, I'm afraid you won't succeed?"

Zhou Chong smiled disdainfully, although the bet was a bit high, he was forced to jump off the building with a bad face if he lost the bet. But he is confident that he will never lose when he writes a poem, not to mention that it is still his task now. In fact, when he came up with a topic, he already had inspiration in his heart.

"Well, no rush..."

Li Hengxuan waved his hand slightly, and said again: "Although this lottery is a matter of face, it has no actual benefits. Why don't we add more? King of Poetry!"

Li Hengxuan's last "poem" was deliberately slowed down and his voice was unclear, making these two words sound like both "King of Shit" and "King of Poetry"! The meaning is very clear, if you agree to bet, you will be the king of poetry, and vice versa, you will be the king of shit!

Zhou Chong was so proud that he would not admit that he was the shit king, so he quickly said: "I bet, you can decide what to bet on!"

Li Hengxuan smiled and said, "Just a heavenly martial soldier."

"Heavenly-ranked soldiers!"

Everyone was stunned, this Long Xuan really dared to bet!

Magical weapons are extremely rare, so the general heaven-level military soldiers are the strongest military soldiers in the entire Kyushu.

As for the holy level above the heavenly level, ordinary people don't even think about it, even a top genius of the Tiandao League like Zhou Chong can't get it out. Because the most powerful forces in Wuzhou like the Tiandao League have at most one, or two, as the foundation of the sect.

Except for holy soldiers,

It's a heavenly soldier.

Even the leader of the Tiandao League is just a day-level military soldier, and a holy-level military soldier must not be used until a critical moment.

Long Xuan actually said that he was a sky-level martial artist!

"Why, are heavenly martial soldiers very precious?"

Li Hengxuan smiled slightly. In his imperial secret cache, there were piles of heavenly warriors, but he couldn't get them out. "Brother Zhou won't be unable to take it out, I think the sword in Brother Zhou's hand is a heaven-level martial soldier, and he wanted to use it to kill me before!"

"Hmph, just bet, I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

Zhou Chong shouted in a deep voice, the sky level is extremely precious, and he also used the earth level soldiers before.

It was this time when he came to Tianwu City for a trial, which was related to the spirit dragon of Tianwu City, so the Heavenly Dao League made an exception and gave him a long sword of a heavenly martial soldier.

Unexpectedly, it is used as a bet now.

However, he is sure of winning, so Zhou Chong is not afraid even if it is a bet.

Zhou Chong said loudly, "Which one of us will come first?"

Li Hengxuan smiled, and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter. As a literary sage, I can let you go. If you don't want to go first, I will do it first."

"Me first!"

Zhou Chong looked gloomy and said in a low voice.

Li Hengxuan is irritating him, writing poetry first must be at a disadvantage.

But he had to go first, because he was the one who came up with the title, and if Li Hengxuan was required to write the poem first, then he would lose face even if he won.

Say it!

Zhou Chong retreated to his seat, lowered his head, and closed his eyes to think.

When he came up with the topic, although he already had some inspiration in his heart, composing poetry is not so easy. He still needs to brew it up if he wants to fight neatly.

"Why, haven't you figured it out yet?"

Li Hengxuan just laughed, how could he give Zhou Chong time to brew and let him compose a poem above the level!

He went on to say: "If you haven't thought about it, why don't I come first, I've already thought about it, it's funny to say, but I think about the answer to the question that Brother Zhou asked."

"Nonsense, how could I not have thought it through!" Zhou Chong immediately said loudly, "I've already thought it up!"

"Well, that's good, I'm all ears!"

"Listen up...listen!"

Zhou Chong looked solemn, paused, and suddenly said in a deep voice:

"With a smile, the wind and thunder shake,

In a fit of anger, the sea is cold,

Break the sky with one hand,

Dance with one sword to the sky! "

"Okay! Wonderful! Brother Zhou's poem is so wonderful, it deserves to be called the King of Poems in the City of Sky."

"The beauty of this poem lies in the four sentences, each of which begins with the beginning of the first sentence, but it also expresses the domineering martial arts. Brother Zhou himself uses a sword, and the last sentence dances with a sword to the sky, which is simply saying Brother Zhou himself is the only one! You have spoken out Brother Zhou's ambitions, and the future is boundless!"

"This poem is enough to spread through the ages!"

"Long Xuan, I see you are crazy, once this quatrain comes out, I see how crazy you are! Now you can jump from here!"

As soon as these five-character quatrains came out, there was a burst of applause, and everyone praised them!

"Hehe, Brother Longxuan, I don't know how this poem is going to be? Do you have any better quatrains? If so, I must abide by the agreement and jump off from here!"

Zhou Chong laughed and looked at Li Hengxuan.

He was humble in his mouth, but he didn't feel that he would lose at all.

He is very satisfied with this poem, from inspiration, to brewing, to the final completion in one go, it can be said that it is the pinnacle of his life.

"Not bad…"

Li Hengxuan smiled slightly, but he couldn't underestimate people from Jiuzhou.

Although this poem does not reach the level of the previous Huaxia's fame through the ages, it can indeed be regarded as a top-notch masterpiece in a world like Kyushu that respects martial arts and does not value literature and art. If it were Li Hengxuan himself, maybe it would be okay to give him a little more time to prepare, but he won't be able to achieve this level in a while.

"Since Brother Long Xuan also thinks my poem is good."

Zhou Chong laughed loudly, pointed to the window on one side, and said proudly: "There, Brother Long Xuan, please!"

Li Hengxuan smiled slightly, and slowly...

Walking towards the window, he walked to the corridor and looked down. The clouds below were densely covered. Through the clouds, he could see the entire Thirty-Three Guards, a bustling scene.

Just when everyone thought he was about to jump down, Li Hengxuan suddenly spoke.

"The Zhanlong Fist is hidden, and the white sword is frosty and snowy.

The Emperor Dragon flies into the sky, flying 90,000 miles into the sky!

Kill a person with one punch, and leave no trace for thousands of miles.

Hello.

Idle through Tianwu City and destroy the rebels with a sword.

Chasing the alluring girl, accompany me on a trip to Kyushu.

Overlooking the bustling city, the spirit is born from the chest.

Who is the first in Kyushu, only I, Mr. Daxia! "