The man took out his pen and ink inkstone in a very fashionable manner and walked to the desk on the side! In the Terran restaurant, a desk was indispensable. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because the reader may have to write a poem on the spot when the interest comes, how can he do it without a desk.

"White Horse West Wind ......" was writing poems quickly, and the talent on the paper soon began to surge, and after three sentences, the talent had been churned to nearly three feet.

"There is no doubt about the poetry of Aozhou!"

"What a talent, worthy of being one of the strongest people in Jizhou!" at this time, many people exclaimed.

The person with a good face quickly wrote the last sentence, the light on the paper was shining, the talent was three feet three, and the poem became proud.

"You have won the prize!" said the person who raised his hand, and someone read the poem aloud at this time, and the first and second floors suddenly thundered and applauded.

"It's a pity that it's only three feet three, maybe it's not Zhuang Shoujie's opponent!" The person added again, which is equivalent to holding Zhuang Yichen very high, and when he makes unbearable poems, he will fall very badly.

"Zhuang Shoujie, please!" Wenren Qingyue said at this time, he couldn't wait for him to make a fool of himself.

"Bother Brother Su to write for me!" Zhuang Yichen said to Su Li at this time.

"Brother Zhuang, why don't I write for you!" Luo Wuxi said anxiously! Fang Luo and Su Li can be regarded as having written for him and reaped the benefits, so this time it should be his turn.

"It's okay!" Zhuang Yichen smiled, anyway, whoever holds the pen is the same for him. Since Luo Wuxi took the initiative to propose it, Su Li would not object. After all, it is a saint who raises people, and there is no shortage of this benefit.

Luo Wuxi suddenly got up excitedly, and immediately went to the desk to stand still.

Zhuang Yichen did not recite the poem immediately, but fell into silence.

"Hey, can't he think of good verses, and his mind is blank?"

"After all, he is only a martial artist, and if he doesn't have the talent of the Wen Palace, how can he make poetry and articles!" many Xiucai immediately said quietly.

Wenren Qingyue's eyes showed a look of ridicule, a straw bag is a straw bag, and it will never become gold and jade.

"Sister, do you think Zhuang Yichen can make poems that are better than this person?" Leng Rushuang and Cheng Dieyi had already arrived in an elegant room at this time, and said quietly.

"I don't know!" Cheng Dieyi shook her head.

"I believe that Zhuang Yichen will not disappoint!" Leng Rushuang is extremely convinced that Zhuang Yichen is a great talent in Wendao, but his luck is too bad to condense the Wen Palace.

Just when the talents were waiting for their patience to run out, Zhuang Yichen suddenly spoke: "Two months ago, I traveled in the Tianlong Mountain Range! In a battle with the demons, my head of a hundred households did not hesitate to treat me with his body in order to save me, turning into a blood mist in the sky! I am grateful, but I can't repay it. ”

"Today, I will pay tribute to Brother Shihao with a song of loyal souls! Hearing him talk about this scene, the eyes of Fang Luo, Su Li and Luo Wuxi suddenly turned red, such a relationship of life and death, such a blood-boiling time, but in the end it was so sad.

Sacrifice your life for the country, life and death are priceless. Brothers go together for the rest of their lives, only seeking love and righteousness to leave the rest of the world.

At this time, I saw Zhuang Yichen's expression sad, and slowly recited: "It's difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless." The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry!"

Luo Wuxi heard that his eyes were sour, and he almost couldn't put pen to paper, but fortunately, he is now much more resolute, and he is like a dragon in his pen.

But Fang Luo and Su Li cried with tears streaming down their faces, after all, they had gone through all this, leaving deep-rooted emotions.

When Wen Ren Qingyue listened to the first sentence, he was a little disdainful, because it was too much like a poem about the love between men and women, although there was affection but no righteousness, and it fell into inferiority.

But when he waited for the second sentence, he realized that it was not good, because a breath of slaughter had already come to his face, echoing the first sentence from afar, but the meaning was lingering.

And three or four sentences came out together, and the artistic conception of the whole poem was suddenly sublimated countless times, which made people taste it carefully, and with Zhuang Yichen's foreshadowing, a tragic feeling suddenly came to the face.

In fact, when Luo Wuxi finished writing two sentences, his talent was only just one foot five, and he was not yet full of people who left the county and arrived at the mansion.

But as soon as the third sentence came out, the talent was as if he had taken a tonic, and it broke through three feet with a bang, and the speed was jaw-dropping.

And after the fourth sentence is written, the talent has reached three feet nine, the peak poetry of Aozhou, close to the town!

"How is this possible?"

"Yes, it's just a little bit of Zhenguo! If it is circulated for a period of time, there is a precipitation of the background, and it will definitely be a rapid Zhenguo!"

"A mere martial artist, a vulgar martial artist, how can he have such a talent? I'm not dazzled!" At this time, the literati on the third floor either exclaimed in surprise, or thought incredulously in their hearts, while Wenren Qingyue and the other three people all looked gloomy at this time.

Luo Wuxi was extremely excited, although it was only a representative, but the poems written with his talent, and it was the first book, could also share the general credit.

"This should be counted as my win!" Fang Luo said lightly.

"Hmph, it's just a fluke!" the man was still a little unconvinced, maybe this was something they had collectively conceived a long time ago!

At this time, the talent gushing on the paper was still endless, and suddenly the talent at the top suddenly turned into a scene of white bones and corpses.

"Ah, it's a transformation!" someone exclaimed, this can be said to be extremely rare in Aozhou's poetry, and it is a kind of touch, only when the laws of heaven and earth are touched by this, such a change will occur.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but gather in that place, but the talents downstairs were itching like monkeys scratching their cheeks, but they were not qualified to go up to the third floor, so they had to cry out in vain.

"Woo woo woo!" Countless heroic spirits suddenly emerged from the battlefield, one after another towards Zhuang Yichen with fists and saluted, and among them, the face of a heroic general was clearly visible.

"Hundred household chiefs, let's go!"

"This is the hero, only their sacrifice can have your peaceful and prosperous world. Zhuang Yichen bowed solemnly and saluted, bursting into tears, and at this time, many people clearly saw that the gloomy face of the heroic spirit general actually showed a little smile.

"Bang!" The talent couldn't be stopped at this time, and rushed directly up to four feet, and until four feet and five inches stopped!

"Oh my God, Zhenguo poems, summon heroic spirits!"

"This is simply a demon! Could it be that his real identity is a Wenru, not a martial artist?" Xiucai and the people exploded immediately, and they were able to see the appearance of a Zhenguo poem, which made them want to be excited.

"This is the heroic spirit sacrificed in the Tianlong Mountain Range, for thousands of years, generation after generation!" Zhuang Yichen sighed lightly, at this time, those heroic spirits had also disappeared, and everything was back to normal.