I am a winner with Chinese poetry

Once these people are selected to enter the supervision of the Holy Sea of ​​Book Mountain, it means that they will completely sever all ties with the past and will no longer be allowed to have any personal interests.

They must always stand by the human race and work wholeheartedly for its well-being. Although everyone has different personalities and occasionally disagreements arise, everyone can stick to the facts and not have other distractions.

Some have attempted to exploit the elders' positions for personal gain, either for their own country or their own family. After all, the Holy Sea of ​​Books is a magical place created by the saints of the human race, and every saint is buried there after death.

This land holds endless opportunities, making it a sacred place coveted by all scholars on the Tianxing Continent. However, those who can enter here are almost all exceptional geniuses.

Sixth-rank Confucian scholars in their twenties can be seen everywhere here. You know, in the outside world, reaching the eighth-rank realm in their twenties is already considered a genius, and reaching the seventh-rank is even rarer.

However, such qualifications were nothing compared to the Shushan Holy Land, and they were not even eligible to enter. Only the most outstanding elite talents of the human race were accepted here.

Although some people harbored selfish desires in the past, these petty thoughts were exposed in the Holy Land of Books. The reason for this was an ancient bronze mirror hanging outside the Council Pavilion—the Mirror of the Heart!

Only those of noble character, selflessness and fearlessness can pass its test and enter the Council Chamber. Those with strong selfishness will be rejected by the powerful force of the Book Mountain Holy Land.

Therefore, although the twelve people who can stand in the council hall have different personalities and backgrounds, they are absolutely flawless when it comes to the issue of justice for the human race.

At most, it was just a disagreement, not a major issue. Everyone could discuss it more. As long as they always kept the interests of humanity in mind, even the most powerful of the lowly Confucian scholars present wouldn't have a major problem. After all, no one is perfect, and minor flaws are human nature.

"The most important thing now is to find this author. You, Eighth Elder, will be responsible for this matter. Pay special attention to the spies lurking in the demon tribe. Be sure to protect this person!"

An elder spoke again, bringing the meeting to an end.

An old woman with a kind face bowed and accepted the order. She was one of the few two women among the 12 elders. Because of her character and ability, she was specifically responsible for handling such matters.

As for Jinzhou County, it has now fallen into madness, not for anything else, but because of the sound that resounded throughout the entire Jinzhou County.

Countless people emerged from their homes and saw a vast, sky-blue light blazing from the direction of the government office, illuminating the dark night. Countless phantom figures were reciting the Song of Righteousness.

At that moment, it seemed as if only the blue light and the sound of recitation remained between heaven and earth. Attracted by this spectacular sight, people flocked to the government office, eager to find out what was going on.

As they approached, a rich aura of culture washed over them. This aura was so dense it was practically atomizing. This aura-like atomization phenomenon was only seen in rare and blessed places.

Practicing in such an environment can be said to be a thousand miles a day, and the effect is equivalent to ten times that of normal times! Even more amazingly, when those lines of poetry entered his ears, countless Wen Palaces actually began to automatically expand and repair.

Although the pace was quite slow, it was already enough to shock and amaze. You know, the Wen Palace is the foundation of a scholar. Once the Wen Qi enters the body, the Wen Palace is initially formed. In the days to come, it will need constant polishing and additions.

It can be said that one's initial qualifications determine the size and quality of a cultural palace. Most people can only own a small building, and only those with better qualifications can afford a slightly larger area. As for the favored ones, they not only have a main hall and cultural palace, but also side halls.

However, no one had ever heard of anyone being able to expand their Wen Palace again after Wen Qi entered their body. While increasing their cultivation level might make their Wen Palace stronger and more magnificent, allowing them to store more Wen Qi, or perhaps developing various special magical powers due to their innate talent, no one had ever been able to expand their Wen Palace even a little bit.

What does this mean? It means a higher ceiling, more possibilities for the future! So, after being shocked, countless people began to rush towards the place where the light was. The entire Jinzhou County fell into a frenzy!

"Hurry up, if you're any later you'll just have to stand on the periphery. The further you go in, the richer the literary atmosphere will be!"

"Oh my god, my Wen Palace is slowly expanding!"

"Stop pushing, there's no room to get in!"

Countless people from Jinzhou County blocked the government office. It was only when one of the officials saw that the situation was not good that he quickly activated the government's own defensive formation, which barely kept the fanatical crowd out. But even so, the official was frightened and broke out in cold sweats.

The scene just now was truly terrifying, horrifying. The dense, thronged crowd surged toward them like a tide, the aura and oppression suffocating. If the defensive formation hadn't been activated in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable, a horrific disaster.

At this time, Prefect Liang had already been alarmed, but the situation was very bad because he was not in the government office and could not take command in person, which made the situation even more tense and critical.

He was rushing from a secluded courtyard towards the government office in a hurry, his heart full of anxiety and confusion.

Behind him, there was a mysterious man wrapped in black clothes. His figure was hidden in the night and his existence would be easily overlooked if one was not careful.

At the same time, the major families in Jinzhou County all used their own methods and magical powers. Since the traffic below was already so congested, they decided to find another way up to the sky. After all, the sky was not so crowded.

However, ideals are full, but reality is very skinny. When they flew into the air, they found that the positions around the light column had already been occupied by various powerful gods.

Those who arrived late had no choice but to choose a seat further back. Although the literary aura there was also quite strong and the Wen Palace was slowly expanding, who wouldn't want to be closer to that magical pillar of light? Everyone longed for more opportunities and advancement.

"What on earth is going on? Could it be that some powerful being has visited our Jinzhou County and, inspired by poetry, has come up with such astonishing poetry?"

A somewhat serious middle-aged man stroked his beard and looked cautiously toward the center of the storm. He was Fang Youxi, the patriarch of the Fang family, the largest family in Jinzhou County.