Seeing this, Lin Mubai was no longer bored. Then he sat with his coat in his hand, his pen in his hand, his eyes slightly closed, and his head swaying slightly to his own rhythm.

It didn't take long for the corners of Lin Mubai's mouth to rise slightly, and he smiled elegantly and confidently. Then a stroke of ink appeared on the paper in front of the table.

"The night of the Oiran in the Imperial City, intoxicated with the Oiran floating song.

Wendou meteors draw a galaxy, and the stars are brilliant in my heart. ”

.........

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

The maid of Xianlou picked up the poem written by Lin Mubai and displayed it, and read it to everyone, and everyone was amazed and praised after hearing it.

This night can indeed be called the night of the fairy flower, a floating song of the gods, so that no one present can not be fascinated by it.

The previous sentence points to the common state of everyone listening to "Floating Song". The latter sentence directly writes Lin Mubai's state of mind in the floating song.

Determined to be a star of literary fighting and shine in the galaxy. Even if the galaxy is splendid, it is only in your heart.

The pattern of this poem is so high, and the grand realm has transcended the entire continent and can be traced back to the star field.

With just this poem, Lin Mubai deserves the title of the first genius in the imperial city. It is not an exaggeration to even call it the first genius of Great Xia.

Everyone already felt that Lin Mubai's victory was imminent, and he could win the first game steadily.

At this time, Mo Wen still hadn't started writing. Just sit there quietly and alone. There are no expressions, no movements. The outside world praised and boasted of Lin Mubai's poetry, but Mo Wen didn't seem to hear anything, and the whole person was still there.

At this time, Mo Wen's eyes slowly closed, and then opened again. It's just that when he opened it again, the whole person's expression changed drastically.

At this time, Mo Wen, as soon as he put away his previous hippie smile, his face became serious, and he sat upright in front of Zhuo. A robe, looking tall and slender. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes became very confused.

In Mo Wen's eyes, everyone seemed to see endless darkness and emptiness. In the darkness, there seemed to be a star that seemed to be far away, but it was unusually bright. It seems that that is the only light in the entire dark world of Mo Wen.

But suddenly, the point of light slowly faded from all its brilliance until the darkness faded. Endless nothingness and emptiness filled Mo Wen's eyes.

When the darkness of nothingness reached its extreme, a crimson light came alive in the darkness, rapidly devouring the surrounding darkness. The volume of the crimson color continued to grow and expand, until it occupied half of Mo Wen's small world.

At this time, in the corner of Mo Wen's eyes, blood marks appeared, although they were not very deep and long, but they were extremely hideous and eye-catching.

"Don't ask ......!"

Xia Que, who was sitting not far from Mo Wen, suddenly let out a low snort, and wrapped his voice in Xuan Li and sent it directly to Mo Wen's mind.

"Don't ask ......!"

With a low snort again, Mo Wen's expression was shocked after hearing this, the endless dark void was shattered, and the blood marks in the corners of his eyes gradually faded.

At this time, Mo Wen's eyes were full of old age, like fallen leaves withering, and his eyes were cold, like snow in the cold winter.

Immediately, Mo Wen slowly picked up the jade pen on the table, stained it with ink, and swiped it on the paper.

For the scene that happened to Mo Wen just now, everyone was stunned. It was as if they were not seeing a person, but a world. It's a world that Mo Wen evolved from himself.

"What happened to this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy that would have such a dark world to the extreme. With his own emotions, he directly brought all the people present into his world. With this kind of power, I'm afraid that "Floating Song" can't do it. The fairy flower looked at Mo Wen, who was waving his pen on the paper in the field, frowned, and said in amazement and doubt.

In the field, Mo Wen is still immersed in his own world. The jade pen in his hand is like a flying dragon on the paper, and the whole process is completed in one go, without a sense of pause.

The clouds dispersed, and the dragon's shadow appeared. Where the pen fell, it has come to an end.

Mo Wen slowly put down the jade pen in his hand, and his eyes gradually returned to peace. Seeing that everyone in the audience was staring at him, he smiled faintly, smiled and smiled, and laughed so much that everyone felt like a spring breeze and warm sunshine. It's like going through a cold winter, and the sudden arrival of spring catches people off guard.

The current Mo Wen feels like two people from the previous dark aura. If it weren't for what everyone saw with their own eyes, how could they believe that these two diametrically opposed emotions could happen to the same person?

Mo asked, the emotions of yin and yang to the extreme, touched the most tender place in the hearts of many people in the audience. Everyone sighed: What did this young man go through?

"The three lives of Shen and Fu, floating like a dream.

The journey of the white night, only you shine.

Sink into darkness, and the world will be at peace forever.

Three worlds, one world alone.

The sword intent sank, and the sword intent dissipated.

Three lives and three lives, three worlds empty. ”

............

After the maid of the fairy tower picked up the paper written by Mo Wen, she said softly for everyone.

"Rise and fall III, sink into the world. The three worlds are tender, the three worlds are like water, but in exchange for the three worlds, they are empty......" After the maid finished reading, Mo Wen read a sentence in a faint whisper.

There was silence in the field. It seems that everyone is digesting and understanding the previous poem.

The artistic conception is great and far-reaching. This is the first evaluation of this poem in everyone's hearts.

Even Lin Mubai, after listening to this poem, fell into quiet contemplation.

After a long time, the fairy flower oiran was the first to break the silence, and asked in a curious and elegant tone:

"It's the third world, why is the third world empty?"

"Before the three lives have passed, nature is empty. Mo Wen replied briefly.

"...... have you not passed the third life?" After hearing this answer, the fairy flower oiran frowned even more.

"III...... Not ......?" said the fairy Oiran to herself again, and then her frown stretched back. Whispered to Mo Wen:

Although I don't understand what the three lives mean, it doesn't prevent me from indulging in this poem, and I can't extricate myself. It's like I've been born for three lives, so real and painful. ”

"Mo Gongzi can rely on this poem to become a god!" "Xianhua Oiran once again unabashedly praised Mo Wen.

The fairy Oiran smiled, and the song "Floating Song" by the Oiran was also unforgettable, and it touched a lot. Mo Wen bent down slightly and returned the salute.

"Oh~? It turns out that Mo Gongzi is also good at praising people!" said the fairy flower girl with a little surprise.

After Mo Wen heard this, he just smiled lightly and did not explain.

Subsequently, everyone also came back to their senses from the contemplation of the poem. At this time, everyone's gaze at Mo Wen was no longer the same as before, and now there was more respect and pity.

The poem may have been made up, but the emotions must have been real. The expression can be pretended, but the world of the self in the eyes must be real. What did a fifteen or sixteen-year-old go through to become like this? Everyone present was also of the same age, but no one could have had such an experience.

Lin Mubai turned to look at Mo Wen, his emotions were a little complicated. But he still arched his hand to Mo Wen and said: "Your poems are indeed masterpieces, and the emotional conception is beyond the world. I'm ashamed of myself, the first game ...... It's me who lost. ”

Mo Wen looked at Lin Mubai calmly, and there was no joy on his face because of the victory.

Although Mo Wen didn't like Lin Mubai, as an opponent, he could take the initiative to admit that others were better than him, which broke Mo Wen's previous arrogant and self-righteous perception of scholars.

"Let's start the next round. Mo Wen said directly.

"In the first game, the competition is the quality of a single poem, so in the second game, the number of poems made on the spot will be tested. Mo Wen said lightly.

"Wow......"

After everyone in the audience heard what Mo Wen said, the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Anyone who knows a little about Lin Mubai knows that the reason why Lin Mubai was promoted as the first champion of the imperial city is not only because most of the poems he writes are high-quality, but also because of his strong ability to compose poems on the spot. There are even poems that can be written in seven steps.

Seven steps to poetry!

As we all know, good poems and good poems need a specific place and a specific emotion to be made, so how can poetry be measured and calculated in terms of time? But now, Lin Mubai has the name of becoming a poem in seven steps.

Now, Mo Wen has to compare the number of poems with Lin Mubai on the spot.

"How do you compare?" everyone looked at Mo as if they were fools.

The poem of the gods just now, Mo Wen can't have another ten or eight poems. If there really is, then everyone will have to accept their fate.

Seeing everyone looking at him with disdain, Mo Wen knew that he was once again looked down upon by others.

However, in the first life, there was a man named Wang Jing, who taught himself a word:

"It smells so good. ”

"Look...... Everyone!" Mo Wen's eyes converged on the audience, smiled evilly, and said loudly to everyone in the audience.

Take a deep breath, close your eyes and open them again. His eyes were like swords, and he was close to the hearts of everyone in the field.

"Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who do not know me say what I want. ”

Don't ask a roar!

"The whole world is turbid, I am alone, everyone is drunk, and I am sober. ”

Don't ask the arrogant and unrestrained look!

"The rich and the rich cannot be lewd, the poor and the lowly cannot be moved, and the mighty cannot be bent. ”

Mo Wen looked disdainful and looked at everyone.

"I smiled at the sky with my horizontal knife, and went to save the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun. ”

Don't ask the sky and roar, swing your sword and point it at the sky!

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone. ”

............

"Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can I be a Penghao person. ”

............

One by one, the poems were read out in Mo Wen's mouth with high pitches. There is no mud and water, and the next sentence is followed by the next sentence after reading it. Everyone present is not a young and frivolous person, they are full of enthusiasm, listening to such a heroic and unrestrained poetry, coupled with Mo Wen's passionate emotions, everyone is enthusiastic.

The audience burst into applause, starting with the first line of poetry and continuing to the last line. The ringing never stopped.

After reading it, the mood in the field gradually calmed down.

Then Mo Wen turned around and looked at Lin Mubai, whose face gradually changed to a bitter color of pork liver. With a smile on his face, he thought:

"Compare the number of poems with me, think that the country of my first life has more than 5,000 years of historical and cultural heritage, and there are countless poems since ancient times. Compare what to me. Hehe...... "Mo Wen didn't forget to laugh a few times at the end.

Lin Mubai looked at Mo Wen with a cheap smile on his face, and knew that he had fallen for his plan. Seeing that he reads so smoothly, he must have been prepared in advance. Although he has written a lot of poems on weekdays, most of them have been published and are known to the world. And Mo Wen's request was to be made on the spot. Just ask, how can I immediately make so many high-quality poems to compare with Mo Wen.

The more Lin Mubai thought about it, the more sad he became. After all, I was taught a lesson. In the end, I had no choice but to accept my fate and sigh again.

"I lost. In the third game, don't try. ”

Then Lin Mubai asked curiously: "You have such a talent to learn, why were you unknown before? Although you can't cultivate, you can also take the road of literature, gain fame, enter the government and the opposition, govern the country, the people of Dawn, and the world." ”

Mo Wen looked at Lin Mubai, he knew that Lin Mubai had moved his heart of compassion and love. The previous troubles and framing were only momentarily blinded by desire.

"I don't have a heart. Perhaps, as you said, my heart is at ease in the field, and it is more suitable for me to be at ease. Moreover, these poems were not written for me, but were just recitations of the works of others in my hometown. "Don't ask and explain generously to Lin Mubai.

For Lin Mubai, if it wasn't deliberately aimed at himself, Mo Wen would still appreciate it. The title of the first genius in the imperial city is indeed not called casually. Have talent and learning, have the heart to serve the country and sympathize with the people. Compared with themselves, such talents are the pillars of the country.

On the other hand, in his first life, what he did was simply a scum that endangered society. Mo Wen couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly as he thought about it.

Lin Mubai bowed to Mo Wen and everyone present, wanting to leave first. Just as he turned to leave, Mo Wen stopped him. And he said to him in a voice that only two people could hear:

"I've forgotten about that day, so I'll leave it at that. ”

Then, he added loudly with a smile on his face: "Young Master Lin, don't forget the bet of 100,000 Xuancitrine between us, remember to be ready, I will send someone to ask for it in two days." ”

When Lin Mubai heard this, his footsteps stopped suddenly, and his whole body was stunned. Then he desperately held back the tears that were about to burst into his eyes. But in the end, when he heard the words of debt collection, he couldn't help but turn crying into laughter, and waved his hand behind Mo Wen's back. Hand. Just said simply: "Okay!" and left the Drunken Immortal Building directly.

This is the end of the feast of the Drunken Immortal Tower tonight. And Mo Wen's name as a talented man has officially begun to become famous in Daxia since then.

Mo Wen's famous poems in the Xianlou Club were also like yeast fermentation, and they spread wildly among the folk scholars.

Since then, Mo Wen has added a new name of "poet immortal" in Great Xia. This was the first thing he belonged to in the new world, and Mo Wen began to feel a little bit of belonging here.

"This may be a new life!" Mo Wen thought silently.