Super Villain Summoning

"Hey~~~"

"What on earth did I expect?"

Feng Xianwu sighed deeply and gently stroked her forehead with her hand, looking like she had a headache!

Fengxianwu should have anticipated Fengyang's poetry and shouldn't have had any expectations at all. After all, this was not the first time she had seen Fengyang write poetry!

"It seems like I'll have to discipline him after returning to the dynasty!"

Feng Yang's talent was not in literature, but in martial arts, but he just liked to write. All this was due to his father.

Because Fengyang's father was a scholar in the dynasty, and his father had deceived Fengyang's mother with a poem. As a result, the child dreamed of using poetry to deceive his wife all day long!

"Maybe it's not just Fengyang who needs to be disciplined, his father should be disciplined as well!"

If it weren't for the influence of his father, with Fengyang's talent in martial arts and the resources of the royal family, he would probably have already stepped into the Divine Vein Realm!

Among the many royal children of this generation, Fengyang's dancing talent can definitely be ranked in the top three, and it can be said that he will reach the realm of creation in the future!

"What's going on? Where's this prince's literary luck?"

After finishing the poem, Fengyang waited for the reaction of the Wen Dao Stele with an assured look on his face. However, three minutes had passed and there was no reaction at all from the Wen Dao Stele!

"That shouldn't be the case! This poem is something I spent two months studying and researching to create a masterpiece!"

Feng Yang couldn't help but pout and mutter, "Could it be that because the poem I wrote was so earth-shattering, the Wen Dao Stele was so shocked that it was speechless?"

"......"

Hearing Feng Yang's whispered words, everyone present couldn't help but twitch their lips slightly;

I was so shocked that I couldn't speak.

We are the ones who are so shocked that we are speechless, okay?

However, no one present dared to laugh at or question Feng Yang. After all, he was the prince of the Great Feng Dynasty!

"Alright! Yang'er!"

Feng Xianwu's voice reached Feng Yang's ears: "Is what you wrote a poem? If this can trigger the luck of the Wendao Stele, then there really is something fishy!"

"Come back quickly! Don't embarrass yourself!"

Under Fengxianwu's pressure, Fengyang returned to his seat unwillingly, feeling a little depressed for a while!

"Aunt! Give me another two months, I will definitely be able to..."

"Almost done!"

Feng Xianwu glared at Feng Yang and said, "When you return to the dynasty, you will completely abandon the path of literature. This path is really not suitable for you!"

"Don't talk back! And don't even think about running away!"

Seeing Feng Yang wanted to say something, Feng Xianwu interrupted him: "If you dare to sneak away, I will lock you up in the small dark room again!"

Hearing the words "small dark room", a trace of fear instinctively flashed across Feng Yang's face, but soon it changed into a flattering look and he came to Feng Xianwu!

"Auntie! It's not necessary! It's really not necessary!"

Obviously, this small dark room is definitely not a simple small dark room, otherwise Fengyang's face would not become so fearful!

Although Fengyang's poem was not very good, it gave everyone a start. Afterwards, many literary masters began to show their literary talents in front of the Wendao stele!

All of a sudden, all kinds of poems and articles emerged;

All the people present were students from the imperial dynasties. They had quite a bit of knowledge, and the articles and poems they produced were also remarkable!

It’s a pity that their poems and articles are difficult to be recognized by the Wendao Stele, and some of them are just a pile of words!

"Look, the Wendao Stele has changed!"

Suddenly, a golden light flashed on the Wen Dao stele, and then a stream of Wen Dao luck rushed out from the Wen Dao stele and finally landed on Qiu Yue!

He was the first cultivator to be recognized by the Wen Dao Stone Tablet at this Wen Dao Exchange Conference, which made everyone envy him.

Qiu Yue took off the jade pendant from his waist, and then the luck of literature and art entered the jade pendant. Suddenly, the jade pendant was surrounded by golden light, and a golden word "wen" appeared on the jade pendant!

"Is this the ultimate treasure of the Way of Literature blessed by the destiny of the Way of Literature?"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Xiao Chenfeng showed a hint of surprise on his face, and then he winked at Murong Yan'er beside him!

The latter nodded to Xiao Chenfeng, then stood up and slowly walked towards the Wen Dao stele with the support of Yu Rou!

"Hey~~Who is this woman?"

"There's no trace of literature or Taoism on him, so he shouldn't be a cultivator!"

"Then what is she doing here? Is she trying to recite poetry?"

"He's not even a cultivator. I guess he's just here to join in the fun!"

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe someone else is extremely talented in literature!"

"No matter how talented you are, if you haven't entered a school to practice and cultivate literary energy, you won't be able to write good articles!"

"That makes sense!"

.......

Seeing Murong Yan'er appear, everyone couldn't help but show surprise, but because she didn't have any literary aura, everyone just treated her as joining in the fun!

"Have you not seen! The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns!"

An ethereal voice sounded in everyone's ears. This voice made everyone shudder, and then they all looked towards Murong Yan'er!

"Have you not seen! My white hair, black as silk in the morning, has turned to white snow in the evening!"

"If you are happy in life, you must have all the fun, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon!"

"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent!"

........

As Murong Yan'er recited, the entire Fengxue Pavilion fell silent in an instant. Everyone's eyes widened with astonishment!

"Wow~~~"

At this moment, in the void of Fengxue Pavilion, a stream of Yellow River water poured down from the sky, with such a huge momentum!

Everyone even felt that they were extremely small under the water of the Yellow River, just like a small boat!

Then, on a high hall, a young man was seen entering old age with the passage of time, his hair turning white in a single day...

One strange vision after another continued to evolve in Fengxue Pavilion. Everyone was completely shocked by the strange visions before their eyes, and their expressions when looking at Murong Yan'er also changed drastically!

As these strange phenomena occurred in the heaven and earth, the Wendao stele became even more agitated, and the golden light burst out, making it as dazzling as the sun!

A large amount of literary luck surged towards Murong Yan'er like a wave, and these literary lucks directly enveloped Murong Yan'er completely!

"A horse with five colors, a fur coat worth thousands of gold! I'll call my son to go out and exchange it for good wine, so that we can share our eternal sorrows!"

When Murong Yan'er read out the last sentence of the poem, a golden light flashed in the void, and then a huge golden scroll appeared!

"The Golden Book of Literature? How is that possible?"