"What the sect brother said is extremely true! If one more Yongmei poem at the peak of Aozhou can appear, it will be a blessing for the human race!"

"But there are a large number of Yongmei poems, the good and the bad are uneven, and it is even more difficult for future generations to make high-quality products!" Wendian Wenru, who presided over the poems, also agreed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"But Zhuang Yichen is not very human, I even doubt ......" Zong's fearless eyes stared at Zhuang Yichen, and an extremely bold idea appeared in his mind.

"Do you think that these nine Yongmei poems are from Zhuang Yichen's head?"

"I don't rule out this possibility!" Zong Wuxing nodded solemnly.

"Impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible! Nine poems of Yongmei at the level of Aozhou!"

"Yes, even if the five of us join forces, we may not be able to make ten Yongmei poems in such a short period of time, the first one is Aozhou!" said the scholars of the Wendian Temple eagerly.

"Let's wait and see! If Zhuang Yichen really made Yongmei poems at the pinnacle of Aozhou, then the first nine poems must have been made by him!" Zong Wuxing said in a deep voice.

"Which Yongmei poem should I write?" Zhuang Yichen was a little embarrassed at this time! After all, there are many fine poems of Yongmei on the earth, but it is quite difficult to think about whether it will be recognized as the peak of Aozhou or the poetry of the Zhenguo level.

This is a very famous poem that is sung all over the world, but when I was first born, I didn't taste it, but I lost my true meaning and may not be able to immediately control the country!" Zhuang Yichen had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and then quickly wrote with a pen: "Outside the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless." It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. There is no intention to fight bitterly, and the group is jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. ”

Boom! This fortune operator was born, and when he got angry, he quickly broke through to more than two feet, and in the blink of an eye, it was three feet. When Zhuang Yichen made the last stroke, the talent of three feet and nine inches was like a dragon diving into the abyss, constantly struggling.

"Such a strong talent, worthy of the battle poems of the town and country level. But this is a bit unpleasant!" Zhuang Yichen was secretly surprised in his heart, if this anger rises a little more, he will immediately control the country, and he will not be able to resonate with poetry.

"Rise a little more, go up a little more!" At this time, Qin Aolong and Yuan Long were both secretly looking forward to it, but Xie Zihui of Chu State looked a lot indifferent.

"Boom!" Fortunately, at this time, the talents of the other nine songs had been condensed together, and the poetry resonated early before the talent of the fortune operator was about to break through four feet.

However, this resonance is very strange, and all the poetic power seems to be constantly improving.

"It's four feet five inches!" Chen Wenquan exclaimed in surprise, the speed at which his qi rose was very terrifying, and now the talent gushing out was not inferior to Qi Guo.

"It's so dangerous!" Zhuang Yichen almost broke out in a cold sweat, if this poem caused the resonance of the poem to fail, they would be at the bottom.

If you are at the bottom, no matter how good you are in terms of talent and courage, you can't imagine becoming the first in the Seven Nations Academy.

The ten Yongmei poems resonate to the extreme, and the talent is also four feet nine inches. At this time, a gust of breeze inexplicably hit, with the fragrance of plum blossoms everywhere, elegant and charming.

"Look, there are so many plum trees here, and the flowers are blooming, it's so beautiful!" said a Wenju man who loves flowers at this time.

Flowers are friends of literati, and it is almost impossible to find literati who do not love flowers. So as soon as this Wenju person spoke out, the rest of the Wenju people began to pay attention to the plum blossoms blooming around them.

"It's so fragrant!" a Wen Ru couldn't help but praise, but his face immediately turned red. Because this plum blossom is actually a fantasy caused by ten poems of the plum war.

But I never thought that this illusion would be so realistic, and even the dignified Confucian powerhouse inadvertently fell into it.

Plum blossoms bloom one after another on everyone's side, and in the blink of an eye, this place becomes a world of plum blossoms.

"Hey, my talent seems to have become more refined!"

"yes, I feel it when you say that, too!"

"Ah, where is this plum blossom, in fact, it is a vision caused by the resonance of ten Aozhou poems, but I really wish it was real. The people of Wenju were pleasantly surprised to find the benefits at this time.

"The resonance of poetry is only a little bit close to being able to spread to the world! This is definitely the strongest in the history of the Seven Kingdoms Academy Literary Society!" Zong Wuxing's expression was faintly excited, because if it was really as he expected, it would be a great achievement.

If there is merit, there will be holy merit, and even if it is a top scholar like him, and a big man who is about to achieve the holy position, the holy merit is equally important.

"It's too powerful, this son has the qualifications of a leader of Wendao, we must pull him into the Wendian!" At this time, a Wendian Confucian said.

"He is already the deputy envoy of the military hall and the registered disciple of Sun Sheng, what are we going to do to bring him in. The other Wendian Wenru said with a wry smile.

The rest of the Wendian scholars all changed their expressions slightly, and they had to secretly regret when they thought of Zhuang Yichen's identity. With Sun Sheng's temper, none of the other hall masters of the Holy Courtyard were willing to provoke him.

Except for Zhou Sheng, who can stabilize Sun Sheng, even the Battle Hall Zhu Sheng, who has strong combat effectiveness, can't help Sun Sheng.

"If the effect of the resonance of this poem can reach the level of spreading the world, it will be of great benefit to both scholars and scholars. Ten Yongmei, such a big handwriting, such an amazing poetic talent!" Zong Wuxing looked at Zhuang Yichen with his eyes, and he was already thinking about what outstanding concubines in the family could be more suitable for Zhuang Yichen.

This son's future is limitless, even if he has two wives. The concubines of the Zong family are not incapable of being equal wives.

There is no doubt about the current facts, the ten Yongmei poems of Yan Kingdom were all written by Zhuang Yichen alone, and the degree of evil can be said to be rare in the world.

Especially the last divination operator, it is even more indifferent, and after the indifference, there is a self-confidence that surpasses all beings, which is beyond the reach of others.

"There is no intention to fight bitterly, and the group is jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. This last paragraph is wonderfully written. It is really amazing to use poetry to narrate and sing love, and also cleverly elevate the status of Yan Kingdom!" said a Wendian Wenru with a smile at this time.

As soon as these words came out, the scholars all showed surprise, the identity of the temple scholars was not trivial, such words were already a bit biased towards the Yan Kingdom, and maybe it also represented the will of a half-saint behind it.

"Yes, this fortune operator is indeed a good poem, and what is even better is that it obviously has the potential to town the country, but it can be locked at the peak of Aozhou and resonate with poetry, which is indeed extraordinary!" Several Wenru also admired.