I, Ye Chen, turned out to be a top expert

It seems that Li Mu praised him too much, and the praise was irrelevant, so others didn't believe it.

Ye Chen now understood everything completely, but he couldn't help but complain in his heart, "I'm just an ordinary mortal. Is it really okay for you to praise me like this? I won't believe it if you praise me like this."

"Sir, it's my fault."

Li Mu was a little frightened and said again.

"Stop it. It's my honor to participate in the literary gathering today. I'll just take a good look at it. It's also good to broaden my horizons." Ye Chen was a little excited. These people were all big names among the scholars.

As for Li Mu, Ye Chen simply ignored him. At this moment, Li Mu did not arouse Ye Chen's interest at all.

Seeing that Ye Chen was no longer paying attention to him, Li Mu felt much more at ease.

"Everyone, no matter what happens today, stay calm. Perhaps this is our chance, or perhaps it's the revival of the Southern Heaven Realm's culture. The young master is a celestial being, a supreme master of culture. He lives in seclusion in the mountains, transforming into a mortal. He must be tired of the life of a cultivator. This is his first time in the Great Tang Imperial City. No matter what we see, we must suppress our emotions and not displease the master."

Ouyang Jing's voice was extremely serious, and it echoed in the ears of every scholar in Wangyue Pavilion.

"Shh."

At this moment, a series of inconspicuous gazes instantly fell on Ouyang Jing, each with a look of confusion on his face.

"No need to ask, the best explanation is to look at it carefully."

"Reality will give you the answer."

Ouyang Jing explained again.

"Everyone, let's drink this glass of wine. The literary gathering begins. Use your greatest talent to write a stunning article!"

Ouyang Jing picked up the wine glass and said, Lang Sheng.

At this moment, Ouyang Jing's voice was extremely loud, like thunder. If you hadn't seen his true self, you would never have known that he was a dying man.

"Dry."

The Confucian scholars raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

Ouyang Jing took a big gulp, and his originally hunched old body instantly became straight. With a wave of his hand, a huge scroll instantly floated in the Moon-Watching Pavilion.

"Ok?"

“Is this a precious book?”

Seeing the floating book, Ye Chen was extremely curious.

"I'll go first."

A young Confucian scholar stood up and waved his hand, and writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone appeared in front of him.

He swallowed hard, picked up his pen and wrote quickly, "I've worn golden armor in a hundred battles on the battlefield, and I won't return until I defeat Tianxie."

The moment the pen fell, a palm landed on his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted onto the calligraphy and painting.

What was strange was that there were no bloodstains on the calligraphy and painting. The blood had actually been absorbed by the words on the rice paper.

Moreover, the words that absorbed the blood were now emitting a fiery light, as if they could dispel the coldness.

The next moment, the calligraphy and painting in front of him flew up and entered the suspended book, becoming the first page.

"Ok?"

Ye Chen took in all of this scene, and it was because he took it all in that he was shocked.

Ye Chen found it incredible.

It's just a few words, yet they are so powerful.

Ye Chen looked at the second person curiously.

The second person was an old Confucian scholar.

He is very old, in his eighties or nineties. If he were a cultivator, this age would not be a big deal, but because he could not condense the divine text, he was still a mortal. At such an age, as a mortal, he naturally would not live long.

The old man did not start writing immediately, but poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all.

While putting down the cup, he picked up the brush.

"puff."

He spurted out a mouthful of wine, and the pen in his hand moved frighteningly fast.

"In life, I shall be a subject of the human race; in death, I shall be a hero of the ghosts."

With just ten short words, he was now madly absorbing the spurting wine.

It instantly became dazzling, and on the rice paper, a phantom figure appeared faintly. It was a minister of the human race, who dedicated himself to the dynasty and turned into a ghost general after his death, guarding one side.

Looking at the illusory scene, Ye Chen took a breath.

"boom!"

But when Ye Chen was shocked, the old scholar actually fell to the ground.

"A rich burial."

Li Mu gave an order.

Soon several figures came in and carried the old scholar's body out.

"Ok?"

"Really dead?"

"Isn't it just a spit of wine?" Although Ye Chen didn't say anything at this moment, his heart was in turmoil.

There was confusion in his eyes.

Ouyang Jing, who was beside Ye Chen, had been paying attention to him the whole time. He also noticed his confusion and immediately explained, "Sir, this is my former classmate, named Jiu Shusheng. He drinks a very special kind of wine called the Soul-Returning Wine. The moment he drinks it, his talent explodes fivefold, but he also dies at the same time."

"Devoting everything to the end of one's life is the greatest value for scholars like me."

"Resurrection wine?"

After hearing Ouyang Jing's explanation, Ye Chen looked at the other party's wine gourd with great curiosity.

"Come!"

Ouyang Jing took a deep breath and uttered the word "come", and the wine gourd fell in front of Ouyang Jing.

"Sir, this is the soul-restoring wine."

Ouyang Jing pushed the wine gourd in front of Ye Chen.

"Thank you. I'll accept the wine. I'm very interested in wine." Ye Chen was very happy and put it away.

"It's okay. For many people, the soul-restoring wine is poison."

"Sir, don't drink carelessly. This is what we use when we are in desperate situations." Ouyang Jing said solemnly. He was really afraid that Ye Chen would drink carelessly.

After all, the effect of this Soul-Returning Wine is extremely powerful.

"Thank you for your advice, old man." Ye Chen smiled.

Even though one person died, the literary meeting continued as normal because everyone had expected it. Soon, several more elderly scholars passed away.

Articles, ancient poems, ancient lyrics, or even sentences are constantly integrated into the hanging book.

At this moment, as more and more things were absorbed into the book, its aura became extremely holy, as if it could purify evil.

“Is this the great spirit?”

"amazing."

At this moment, Ye Chen watched silently and couldn't help but marvel at it.

Today was the first time that Ye Chen felt the great aura so clearly.

"Sir, would you please try writing one?"

At this moment, Ouyang Jing looked at Ye Chen with anticipation.

"Shh!"

At this moment, these people were extremely curious because they had received Ouyang Jing's message before and now Ouyang Jing invited Ye Chen to write.

"me?"

"I'm just an ordinary scholar, but I don't have any talent." Ye Chen blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

These people are willing to do anything for the human race, but at this moment, I, a mortal, can do nothing.

Ye Chen knew himself. He had never written such a magical vision before. He was just a mortal.

"Sir, since you are attending the literary gathering, please write an article. Besides, your calligraphy is unparalleled, which is beyond the reach of the rest of us." Li Mu bowed and invited.