Chapter 383: Show your talents

If I am Emperor Wu in his year, I will open it with Taohuā

At this moment, Xiao Fatzi's whole temperament has also changed, and his eyebrows inadvertently flow out of self-confidence.

Although my qualifications are ordinary, but I am not willing to be ordinary, in this place where geniuses gather, I will definitely use my sword to cut out a piece of heaven and earth.

Emperor Wu, as the name suggests, is the emperor of martial arts, Xiao Ziyun swore in poetry today, his eyes were closed, and a confident smile appeared at the corner of Xiao Ziyun's mouth.

This confident smile is that Qianchuan Yan has never seen Xiao Ziyun before, at this moment, Qianchuan Yan seems to have fallen into a stupor, and Xiao Ziyun's poem is still surrounded in front of her: If he is the martial emperor, he will repay the once familiar figure of Tao Huā and never see it from Xiao Ziyun again, and in his body, there is no cowardice and inferiority complex, but these changes in Xiao Ziyun make Qianchuan Yan feel inexplicably panicked.

Everything that was once familiar gradually became strange, and the only thing left was the memories of the past, and Qianchuan Yan knew that her relationship with Xiao Ziyun was gradually drifting apart, until she became a stranger.

The rice paper fell to the ground, and Mo Che, who was sitting in the center, also flashed an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth, and the smile disappeared in an instant, so no one noticed.

There was rice paper all over the ground, and from a distance, the entire platform seemed to be a pile of snow, and Xiao Fatzi's chic departure also stabbed the people who were still struggling.

The leading force is incomparably great, and under the drive of Xiao Fatzi, those who are still struggling also abandon their pens and leave, jumping towards the stage with a relaxed face, and their figures are also chic.

"There is a specialization in the art industry, I know that I can't do it and give up, I know how to make trade-offs, this class of freshmen is good," Chu Sanjian held his chin and said with appreciation.

"En" Hearing this, Zi Ning responded softly, his beautiful eyes like water were motionless, and his eyes were always staring at the thin figure on the stage, would he continue to create miracles?

And everyone who was still struggling saw that their hearts were inexplicably nervous, and they waved their pens one after another, and their splendid articles swayed out, but the result was the same as the previous ones.

In this regard, these people only sighed, and their figures also jumped towards the bottom of the stage, and in an instant, there were only three figures left on the entire stage, Ye Chen, Feng Yunxiao, and Situ Fang.

The incense ash was sprinkled all over the ground, and at this moment, Situ Fang suddenly got up, and a trace of ecstasy welled up at the corner of his mouth.

Holding the pen, without the slightest hesitation, Situ Fang's right hand holding the pen waved like a cloud, and its ink was also thrown out according to a certain trajectory, and when it fell on the paper, it became the handwriting of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing.

Situ Fang looked like he was ready, without any pause on the way, in one go, and after a few breaths, a complete poem jumped on the paper.

When he stopped writing, his rice paper floated out strangely, suspended in mid-air, and everyone saw the poems written by Situ Fang.

"The sky is full of rain and frost, and the back of the neck is cold and cold. I hold my sword and smile to the sky, and the grace of the sword should be remembered. ”

The pen fell from Situ Fang's hand to the ground, and at this moment, Situ Fang's eyes were also motionless looking at the rice paper.

Only four short lines of poetry vividly reflect the picture of a warrior's gratitude and retribution, yù repay kindness, why not kill for you?

Confucianism advocates benevolence and righteousness, so killing is a matter of righteousness, while killing in Situ Fang's verses is because of repaying kindness, killing people in retribution, and being worthy of heaven and earth.

The killing intent that faintly emerges between his handwriting is moving, and the actions of the warrior also make people admire the killing, not for himself, but only to repay the favor

At this moment, Mo Che, who had been keeping their eyes closed, also opened their eyes rarely, and their eyes were also staring at the rice paper motionlessly, and after a few breaths, a flat voice floated out of Mo Che's mouth: "Not bad"

Mo Che's voice fell into Situ Fang's ears as pleasant as fairy music, and a relieved look appeared on Situ Fang's face.

Among the hundreds of contestants, only Situ Fang's poems can make Mo Che and the three of them open their eyes, and only his poems can be commented on by Mo Che and the three of them, to a certain extent, Situ Fang is also proud enough.

And Mo Che's comment caused an uproar among everyone, at this moment, this Situ Fang is undoubtedly the most promising candidate to win the championship of the Wendou Club, if Ye Chen and Feng Yunxiao made better verses than Situ Fang before the incense candle burned out, then the champion this time must be Situ Fang Undoubtedly, in this regard, Situ Fang looked at Ye Chen and the others quite nervously.

As if sensing Situ Fang's gaze, Feng Yunxiao, who had been keeping his eyes closed, got up in vain and held the pen, his eyes still closed.

In an instant, a cold momentum burst out from Feng Yunxiao's body, and Feng Yunxiao also opened his eyes, looking at the incense candle that was about to burn out.

The rice paper floated strangely from the stone table, floating above Feng Yunxiao's head, and Feng Yunxiao's figure also floated out, and a martial robe hunted sound.

True Qi is suspended around the body, his right arm is thrown at will, the ink is tilted out from the tip of the pen, and the handwriting that turns into a dragon flying and phoenix dancing emerges on the rice paper, which is a line of poetry: Since ancient times, there have been many battles, and the origin of Shang Jiabing is a short and plain sentence of poetry, but it makes people feel depressed in their hearts, and the killing sound of the battle between the two armies seems to sound in their ears.

After a pause, Feng Yunxiao continued to spill his pen and ink, and his second verse also emerged: Drive thousands of miles away, and kill two birds with one stone.

As soon as this second verse emerged, the murderous aura flowing from its handwriting was shocking, and in a trance, everyone heard a mournful cry of struggle in their ears, and they seemed to see the picture of thousands of troops fighting in front of them. The battlefield scene is extremely bloody, with rivers of blood flowing and people turning over on their backs, which makes people immerse themselves in the picture of those frontier soldiers recovering their land without fear of life and death.

As soon as this poem appeared, the artistic conception of the whole poem immediately turned, and a wave of killing intent broke out of the paper, shocking everyone's souls. In this regard, Fengyunxiao's face was still as indifferent as before, his right hand holding the pen slowly raised, and a force of energy went downward, and the energy struck down on the inkstone, and its ink splashed out and flew in the air.

The wind and clouds waved lightly with the ink splashed out of the shè, and waved the pen again: "Press the sword from the desert, and the song is full of imperial capital." To send a message to the world's generals, you must establish a military name. ”

As soon as these two verses appeared, the whole poem was completed, and the artistic conception of the poem was completely violent in front of everyone's eyes, and the air of killing flowed in the stroke of the words.

Seeing this, Mo Che's figures flickered, and there was a rare serious expression on his face, and his eyes stared at the rice paper motionlessly.

If you have experienced the imperial war decades ago, you will understand the mood of this poem, which describes the enemy country attacking, and the sergeants are fighting to protect the country. In order to protect the land, spill blood and throw his head, kill all the Quartet, in order to protect his relatives, kill all the enemy troops, and kill all the enemy troops for Jianye, the whole poem is deliberately used to kill under the wind and clouds.

At the moment when this poem was completed, Situ Fang, who was originally full of anticipation, couldn't help but sigh, as soon as this poem came out, he had no chance to win the championship.

As if in response to Situ Fang's thoughts, Mo Che's flat voice floated out again: "Good, good, very good"

Situ Fang's poem, Mo Che's comment is good, but Fengyunxiao's poem has been praised three times, which shows that this poem is excellent, not only that, but the faces of the other two old men are full of appreciation.

This poem is not only better than Situ Fang's poem in terms of literary style, but also far superior to Situ Fang's poem in its artistic conception.

Situ Fang's killing is killing to repay his kindness, but Fengyunxiao's killing is killing to protect the country, Situ Fang's killing is small righteousness, and Fengyunxiao's killing is great righteousness.

At this moment, Chu Sanjian was immersed in that artistic conception, and he couldn't help but see the picture of leading the Yù Emperor Academy to attack the enemy camp and kill the enemy commander in front of him, and those dusty memories poured out like cháo water again. After a long time, Chu Sanjian sighed faintly, and at the same time, he also noticed that Zi Ning was looking at him with a resentful face, and he knew that Zi Ning remembered the death in the war again.

As soon as this poem came out, the audience was moved, and after a few breaths, everyone shifted their attention to Ye Chen, now that the incense candles will be burned out, what can he do?

The cold wind rolled up the dust, and the incense candle was left with only a fiery candle head, as if a cold wind could pour it out.

For a while, the eyes of the audience with different emotions looked at Ye Chen, Zi Ning and Ran Qian were all looking at Ye Chen quite eagerly, could he give up?

If you still do it at this time, I'm afraid I won't even have a chance, but Ye Chen still didn't get up, in this regard, Zi Ning couldn't help but sigh, and muttered softly: "Maybe I've positioned him too high."

However, before his voice fell, Ye Chen's eyes slowly opened, and his figure also stood up