Everyone was stunned and looked at each other.Immediately, the monks of the Wenchang Realm were in an uproar.Although these people are all humane and polite, their mouths are very poisonous."
Haha, this barbarian can write poetry, it's really funny.""
He wouldn't want to say that his talent can overpower Brother Ziyue, right?""
I'll wait and see how he disgraces the Heavenly Divine Kingdom?"
…… Many people in the Heavenly Divine Kingdom are not optimistic about Yang Fei.The four princes were full of ridicule and sneered."
This kid is the commander of the Dragon Army, and he is not a college student, what kind of poems do he write?
Do you really think you are omnipotent?
”A group of followers behind him said yes again and again.Prince Tongtian's face was calm, but his heart was surging like a tide.The battle between the monks of the Vientiane Realm and the Wenchang Realm has never been new.But this time, Yang Fei actually used his own shortcomings and attacked his strengths, in the eyes of the prince, he was simply confused.Everyone was in a complicated mood, looking at Yang Fei, and sometimes commenting on a few words.The yellow-robed official had already sent the gold silk paper, three feet wolf.Yang Fei didn't say much, and motioned to the two yellow-robed officials to lay out the gold silk paper, and the brush was full of thick ink, and began to write poems on the gold silk paper.The Confucian students in the Wenchang world saw that he was serious, and they were curious, and two or three Confucian scholars gathered around to take a look.At this glance, these Confucian scholars suddenly laughed loudly, some bent over with laughter, and some laughed out loud, clutching their stomachs in pain."
Hahahaha, this is also called writing poetry, can this ugly thing be called words?""
I have never seen such an ugly word, but it is really unprecedented and unprecedented."…… These Confucian scholars laughed around Yang Fei, and the others were curious, and they all came up to take a look.Yun Qingxia was apprehensive in her heart, and she also walked into Yang Fei to see what he wrote.At this look, everyone's faces darkened, and the scholars in the Wenchang realm laughed out loud.Yang Fei holds the pen, and his posture is decent, as if he has the spirit of a calligraphy master.But the words in his pen are really ugly, thick and heavy like a black pig, slender like a dead snake, and unbearable.Yun Qingxia's heart instantly cooled by half.Such ugly words prove that Yang Fei has not read a few books at all, where can he be expected to write any splendid articles?
As for wanting to overpower Ziyue, don't even think about it.Tongtian Divine Venerable and Qingshi Divine Venerable are above, and with their identities, it is naturally impossible for them to go down to check in person.However, there was still some curiosity in the hearts of the two.Before Yang Fei's poem was written, everyone was so restless, I don't know what he wrote?
Yang Fei was almost deaf to the ridicule and laughter of others.Since he came to this cultivation realm, he has only been able to understand and read these ancient characters, and as for writing with a brush, he can only barely do it.For a person like Yang Fei, it is already good to be able to get rid of the title of illiteracy, and it would be too much to expect him to work calligraphy.However, this does not mean that the poems written by Yang Fei are not good.The literati and writers of the 5,000-year-old Chinese people, although they have not practiced the divine power of the Wenchang realm, but when it comes to talent, even these so-called Wenchang realm powers are beyond their reach.In other planes, Yang Fei had fought with the monks of the Wenchang Realm, and knew that as long as there was enough talent in the divine power of the Wenchang Realm, Yang Fei's chaotic divine power could also be transformed into the divine power of the Wenchang Realm.Yang Fei has worshiped under the master of Chinese culture Ling Duxue since he was a child, and read a belly of scriptures and historical anthologies, and it is really simple to write such a poem.Everyone looked at Yang Fei with a solemn expression, serious, and laughed more and more.It's like a schoolboy studying the Gochbad conjecture, and the more serious he is, the more laughable he becomes.The poem written by Yang Fei is called Sword Weapon Xing.This is a pure poem about swords, which happens to correspond to the scene of Yun Qingxia dancing with swords.At that time, the poet saint Du Fu once saw Li Shiniang, a disciple of Gongsun Auntie, dancing with a sword, and under admiration, he wrote this poem, which is a good poem that has been passed down through the ages.Although Yang Fei's handwriting is crooked and unsightly, the onlookers are all talented and learned, and they will not fail to recognize it.Ziyue saw that he was walking with a dragon and snake, not in a hurry, curious, and stepped forward.He only glanced at the gold silk paper, and it was like five thunderbolts hitting the top, dumbfounded and speechless.Ziyue is a truly talented person, and when he sees a really good poem, he can certainly tell it.And the wonder of Yang Fei's poem is simply beyond Ziyue's imagination.In an instant, his eyes were red, his breathing was short, and his eyes were fixed on Yang Fei's moving pen, for fear of missing a word.In the past, there was a beautiful woman Qingxia, who danced with a sword and moved in all directions.The spectators are depressed like mountains, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time.Or like Yi shooting nine sunsets, like the emperor and the dragon soaring.Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light.…… Yang Fei's writing became slower and slower, Ziyue's face became paler and paler, and his eyes were staring at Yang Fei's brush, as if he wanted to burn his brush.Yun Hua, who was defeated by Yang Fei, looked at Zi Yue's expression was wrong, stepped forward and glanced at the golden silk paper.At this sight, his heart jumped suddenly, and he stayed on the spot like a wood carving clay sculpture.Many people looked at Ziyue and Yunhua with strange expressions, and they all noticed the poems written by Yang Fei.These people are all talented and learned people, and everyone only read the first two sentences, and they were like being struck by lightning.Such a wonderful poem is better than all the good poems that Confucian scholars have read in their lives.Yang Fei's pen became slower and slower, but more and more people chanted, and many Confucian scholars lost their souls, and some knelt directly on the ground.Yang Fei finished writing the first half of this sword line, and did not write the second half.However, even so, when he finished writing the last word, on the gold silk paper, a colorful glow rose to the sky, ten zhang, a hundred zhang, a thousand zhang......
Boundless!
All of them opened their mouths wide and could no longer close them.On the top of the main hall, the wine glass in the hand of the Qingshi Divine Venerable fell to the ground and shattered.However, as if he didn't feel it, his eyes were wide open, staring at the talent that rose to the sky, and his whole body trembled.Boundless, boundless!
Even in the Wenchang world, in the past 100,000 years, no one has written such a good poem.Such a peerless masterpiece can be passed down through the ages, and there is no one in the Wenchang realm who does not want to write it.When a poem is published, an invincible treasure can be cast, and the divine power of the Wenchang realm can be cultivated to the realm of Great Perfection.For this goal, countless monks in the Wenchang Realm have studied the scriptures day and night, even the Qingshi Divine Venerable.But who would have thought that such a peerless poem would appear in the hands of a monk in the Vientiane Realm.It's hell off.At this time, in the void, above the colorful glow, a big star appeared, radiating tens of millions of rays of glow, which was extremely bright.At this moment, Qingshi Shenzun's body shook and almost fell headlong to the ground.He looked into the void in disbelief, his voice filled with shock."
Wenqu Xing moved, he actually shocked Wenqu Xing with a poem."