Not to mention that Zhuang Yichen is just a martial artist, even if he is a scribe, there is no doubt that he will be defeated this time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"The name of the word card is the head of the song!" Zhuang Yichen said Lang Lang at this time, and everyone looked awe-inspired, and it seemed that there was no such word card that had ever been published. In other words, Zhuang Yichen wants to create his own word cards, and if he succeeds, the bonus will be higher.

"Arrogance!" Inspector Yao said in a low voice, his face twitched. But when Zhuang Yichen first said it, he froze.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky!" Zhao Xuejian immediately felt amazed, the first sentence has a moon and a sky, and this idea faintly contains some mysterious meaning of the law of the Great Dao.

The writing came out immediately, and the paper was full of anger, but it didn't spew out.

"Hey, the talent condenses but doesn't develop, could it be that this poem failed at the beginning?"

"This is also very normal! The name of the word plate implies the number of avenues, how can it be increased at will!" At this time, many professors and doctors also discussed.

Even the doctoral professors who supported Zhuang Yichen at this time were complicated in their hearts, because if Zhuang Yichen really became the dean, the faces of the people in the Wendao would be slapped very loudly.

"Haha, we won!" Chen Wenquan and the ten sons of Shangshe were very happy, and they almost high-fived and congratulated. Only Fang Zihong's face was solemn, and he faintly felt that something was wrong. Influenced by Chen Wenquan and others, many students have made ridiculed voices.

Zhuang Yichen still read as if he didn't realize it: "I don't know the heavenly palace, what year it is tonight." I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?" He sped up slightly, but Zhao Xuejian was immersed in the extremely beautiful poetic realm, and his talent gradually thickened. But strangely, it still didn't gush out.

"Good words, good words!" Liu Yutao was stunned at this time, and muttered to it. Although he has a strong idea of power in his heart, after all, he is still a strong man at the peak of the literary giant, and he has a faint touch in his heart at this time.

And those ridiculing voices have disappeared unconsciously, and in the auditorium of more than 4,000 people, only Zhuang Yichen's quiet voice remains.

Just when everyone wondered why they were not angry, Zhuang Yichen happened to finish reading the word "world".

In an instant, a bright light surged up from in front of Zhao Xuejian, and Zhuang Yichen continued to chant after a short pause: "Turn Zhu Ge, low Qihu, shine without sleep." There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?" The talent qi was surging like a great river at a terrifying speed, and even the four feet and six inches of Zhenguo talent next to him became eclipsed.

"Bang!" Under the huge earthquake, it has already broken four feet! And Liu Yutao, Yao Xuejian and the others all came to their senses, looking at Zhuang Yichen with complicated expressions.

The closing part only reads out that the upper rung has already broken the four-foot town, and if the next lower rung has the same level, it may reach the level of spreading the world. Unless Zhuang Yichen is unsustainable, he will fail later.

Zhuang Yichen showed a shallow smile at the corner of his mouth, Su Dongpo's water tune song is a swan song for the ages, the absolute first in the poetry of Yinyue, and there is nothing that can be surpassed.

Even in the Shenlong Continent, where the Dao of Literature is so prosperous, no one can surpass it! This has already pushed the artistic conception of words to an indescribable height.

He lowered his head, and his heart flashed with longing, many of the things that appeared in his life but never saw them later, and even some people who would never see them flashed one by one, some were as cold as frost, Cheng Dieyi also had Fan Shihao and those relatives and friends on the earth.

There seemed to be bitterness spreading around his mouth, and he whispered the last rhyme: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

"Boom!" The talent could no longer be suppressed, Zhao Xuejian almost couldn't hold his pen, and all the talent around him exploded, barely finishing the last stroke of Juan's words.

"Boom, boom!" After the loud noise, I saw that the talent qi on the paper instantly broke through five feet, and it continued to rise at the limit speed until it stopped at five feet and seven inches.

Liu Yutao lost his temper and stood up, secretly screaming in his heart that it was a pity! This water-tune song should be expected to be a work of shocking saints, if it is written by Wen Ru! Even if he writes it, there is a fifty percent chance of shocking sainthood.

Although he didn't make it himself, but being able to ghostwrite such a peerless poem, the benefits that Zhao Xuejian gained were not half a star.

At this time, a vision suddenly appeared. I saw that the churning talent suddenly turned into a full moon, and a pretty face appeared in the full moon.

"Father!" the pretty face in the full moon called to Zhao Xuejian coquettishly, extremely pleasing.

"Ning'er!" Zhao Xuejian suddenly burst into tears, and the emotions that had been suppressed for more than ten years suddenly couldn't be controlled and poured down.

"How can this be, this is the life of Inspector Zhao!" At this time, Inspector Qian shook his head in disbelief and looked at everything in front of him, the delicate girl in the full moon was clearly the daughter of Inspector Zhao who had been dead for many years?

"Poetry illusion! I actually saw poetry illusion!" Liu Yutao's body couldn't help but tremble, this is an extremely rare wonder even among the world's poetry!

When the world's superior poetry reaches a certain level, it can have the power to temporarily transcend time and space, and reproduce the person or scene you desire most in your heart, which is also a kind of celestial induction.

It's just that even if it is the pinnacle of a writer like Liu Yutao, the third grade of the imperial history doctor is the first time to see it.

At this time, Zhao Xuejian's talent suddenly began to rise, and the bottleneck that had besieged him for many years was broken in such an instant.

was originally a Confucian who had no desire or desire to read poetry and books, but if he hadn't become a demon because of the events of the year, he would have been trapped at the peak of the literary teacher.

And after that father, Zhao Xuejian was like a dusk drum and morning bell striking the deepest part of his soul, and he suddenly woke up. This accumulation of strong talent is like a river bursting its banks, all the way up.

The peak of the writer, the beginning of the writer, and then the talent continues to surge, and he almost sees the peak of the writer.

It all happened so suddenly that everyone was speechless!

Spread the world's poetry, the wonders of poetry and fantasy, and Zhao Xuejian made a rocket-like breakthrough on the spot. Any of these things is enough to become a rich conversation after dinner.

Fang Zihong looked at Zhuang Yichen with blank eyes, extremely ashamed in his mind, and felt that the poems made by the ten people were like garbage, which made people feel extremely tasteless.

"A swan song for the ages!" he muttered, his face looking extremely strange! For a high-minded genius of a family, seeing someone who is n levels better than himself, especially a martial artist, is a big blow.