"What are you talking about!" Liu Qixin's face turned cold, and his eyebrows raised slightly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In response to him was a teacup that quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

Smack-

The delicate teacup was smashed, and Liu Qixin covered the blood and screamed miserably. The students on the side gasped, they didn't expect Li Xianyuan to make such a decisive move.

Throwing off the tea in his hand, Li Xianyuan strode towards Situ Yanran's side.

Liu Jixin's fox friends and dog friends hurriedly helped him to check his injuries, and someone was about to come up to stop Li Xianyuan, but he was swept away by his flat eyes, and he retreated in his heart and did not dare to step forward.

Li Xianyuan's strange appearance attracted the attention of those who cared. Several teachers learned correctly, and Xu Zhitian and others, who had been paying attention to Li Xianyuan, looked in the direction of Li Xianyuan's walk, and saw a scene of black mist surrounding Situ Yanran and Shen Sheng.

A Xuezheng stood up suddenly, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Vision poem!"

It was only when the black mist enveloped Shen Sheng, and Shen Sheng couldn't move as if he had been immobilized, and his face showed pain, that the surprise on their faces turned into horror.

Several teachers looked at each other, and one of them struggled to exclaim, "Oh no. ”

The poem is divided into three layers. Vision is the base, the shock is the second, and the crying ghosts and gods are the end.

The most basic anomalies can only attract the surroundings. Although rare, it is not impossible.

Poetry is shocking that even the surrounding weather will be touched. When Lin Tianyou, the prime minister of the dynasty, was in a place of drought when he was young, a poem begging for rain caused heavy rain to rain for three consecutive days. In the thousands of years since the founding of the Great Shang Dynasty, there are only dozens of meteorological poems, and there is only one poem of ghosts and gods, which was written by Taizu of the current dynasty.

The poem becomes a weeping ghost god, as the name suggests, that is, even the gods and ghosts will be alarmed. Shang Taizu's song back then attracted the arrival of Emperor Xuanyuan's clone and blessed the fortunes of the Great Shang.

The vision was born by the poet. When the poem writes about wind and rain, there will be a vision of wind and rain. In the poem, the gods and Buddhas are written, and there are phantoms of the gods and Buddhas. If you are sad in your poems, you will touch emotions.

Vice versa. If the poem harbors resentment, it will not only lead the writer to the heart, but the resentment vision will also target everyone around him.

What's more, Shen Sheng, the initiator, was on the side.

Because of this, a kind of fighting poem is very popular among Xiucai and even among the scholars. It is to write a vision poem, let the poetry and vision fight each other, and the winner will naturally be higher.

Xuezheng shouted: "All students retreat from the island in the middle of the lake!"

Then he shouted to Li Xianyuan, who rushed over: "Li Xianyuan, Situ Yanran has already entered the obstacle, don't wake up." You rescue Shen Sheng first, and I'll help you. Don't be haunted by this black mist!"

The poetry meeting ended without a problem, the students retreated from the island in a small boat in an orderly manner, and the teachers called out their swords, only to see several white lights flashing, and in the blink of an eye, they surpassed Li Xianyuan and wandered around Shen Sheng.

Looking closely, I saw the small sword of Haoran Qi slashing through, and the black mist was torn apart layer by layer, revealing the figure of Shen Sheng inside.

Shen Sheng's condition was fine, his eyes glanced at Li Xianyuan's side, and he made a whining sound.

"Take advantage of now!" Behind him, Xue Zheng shouted, and one of the Haoran Qi small swords suddenly magnified several times, slashing in front of Shen Sheng, instantly clearing a black mist.

The aura of the Great Ran can be miraculous against all evil things.

Li Xianyuan took advantage of this to rush in front of Shen Da, reached into it, grabbed Shen Da by the collar, and dragged him out.

Shen Da rolled on the lawn several times like a rolling gourd, and another carp stood up. Li Xianyuan hurriedly took a few steps back, his fingers were accidentally contaminated with a black mist, and he was numb.

Just now, he hurriedly glanced at the table and saw that Situ Yanran had already written two sentences.

Affectionate and hateful since ancient times, good dreams are the easiest to wake up.

It's hard to get rid of the flowers, and the poor flying flotsam is too floating.

Sure enough, it has something to do with Shen Sheng.

The rhetoric and sword retracted the Ming Hall, and the teachers, especially Xuezheng, were tired. They are only showmen, and Mingtang only has one or two vision poems to bless, and the aura of Haoran is not enough to support long-term use.

Although Shen Sheng was out of trouble, his vision did not diminish at all. The black mist rose into the sky, obscuring the sky and the sun, and it looked like billowing smoke from a distance. The entire city of Wuling can be seen.

The students had safely landed and gathered around the lake to look around.

"This vision poem has almost reached the realm of manifestation...... a teacher looked at the dark fog in the sky, and then glared at Shen Sheng fiercely: "I'll clean you up later!"

Shen Sheng knew that he was at a loss, so he lowered his head and didn't dare to speak.

Li Xianyuan was still by Situ Yanran's side, Xuezheng was anxious, and shouted at him: Haoran's qi is almost useless to the vision, and it can't be stopped. Get away from here as soon as possible. Someone has already called the vice president!"

"What works. Li Xianyuan didn't reply, his eyes penetrated the layers of black mist, and stared at Situ Yanran, who was writing in the center. Her mind was suddenly disturbed, and she was already swayed by negative emotions.

When he was about to speak, a teacher shouted, "If you can make a vision poem against it, you can resolve it!"

When the rest of the people heard this, they all sighed secretly and did not hold out hope, and the poems were no better than anything else. The couplets are reliable and quick, but the poems can only rely on chance, how can they get along in a few breaths.

What's more, it has to be opposed to Situ Yanran's poems.

In contrast......

Li Xianyuan's Gujing Wubo's eyes lit up, he took out a brush from his cuffs, and when he saw that there was no ink on the left and right, he bit the tip of his tongue lightly, held the brush hair, and wrote in mid-air stained with blood.

With the blessing of Haoran's energy, the bright red font can stay in the air.

Heaven and earth are right!

Boom -

Such as the heavenly river hangs upside down, and the heavy water of nine days is poured down to the island in the middle of the lake. Everyone felt the arrival of the glorious heaven, like a boulder, unable to move.

With the black fog that covers the sky and the sun and casts large shadows, it shows the image of the end of the world.

Click――

In an instant, Li Xianyuan was like being struck by lightning, his face turned pale in an instant, and he still maintained the posture of writing with a brush in his hand.

The momentum disappeared suddenly, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and their hearts palpitated. Li Xianyuan's pupils shrunk into pins, and he looked at the brush on his right hand that was full of cracks.

He exerted a slight force, and the brush suddenly turned into dust.

Four words were written in the first sentence of the righteous song.

And the clicking sound I heard earlier was definitely not from a brush, it seemed to be from Li Xianyuan's body......

didn't have time to think about the reason, Li Xianyuan simply bit his fingertips, wrote it with his hand, and read out the poems he wrote while writing.

"The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds. ”

"There are few willows blowing on the branches, where is there no fragrant grass at the end of the world?"

"Swing in the wall, outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laugh inside the wall. ”

At this time, a warm spring breeze blows gently, which makes people feel comfortable.

The poem "Butterfly Loves Flowers, Spring Scene" by the Song Dynasty poet Su Shi was originally a work of wounded spring. At this time, it was just summer, and it was barely in time. The poem is a spring scene on the surface, but it is reasonable inside. The catkins are flying and the spring is about to end, and the grass is a realm of dead wood in spring. The artistic conception is hazy and evocative.

In the air in front of him, a few lines of red letters were supported by Haoran's qi.

Li Xianyuan wrote the last sentence: "The laughter gradually faded into silence." Amorous but ruthlessly annoyed. ”

The last stroke is finished. The black fog that covers the sky and the sun melts silently like the warm sun. Ten thousand golden rays pierced the dark clouds, the bright sun poured, and the entire island in the middle of the lake was only full of spring.

Everything.