Wendao Jingyi, this thing, for the white bone spirit who has never liked to read, is a hard wound among the hard wounds. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But when it comes to poetry, poetry, and songs...... He is also a college student, and he has not experienced the hard years of reciting ancient poems.

No matter what the other party's attainments in poetry are, even if he can't win in quality, but in terms of quantity, he can definitely abuse the other party into scum...... The kind that makes him doubt life.

"Fighting poems need to be questioned, how about you and I have three propositions?" Hong Yi said as if deadly.

The white bone spirit didn't care, and said, "You can ask the question first." ”

Hong Yi thought for a while, pointed to the waterfall behind him and said, "This first song, we will use the waterfall as the theme, how about it?"

Waterfalls...... The white bone spirit chuckled and said, "Do you come first or do I come first?"

"Come first, and hear the high notes. Hong Yi thought about killing the other party to avenge the humiliation of the previous Jingyi.

The white bone spirit carried his hands behind his back and looked up at the silver-white water, as if he was in the world, full of fairy spirit.

Before she could do so, her crisp and beautiful voice sounded in everyone's ears: "Rizhao Shushan produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river." ”

As soon as his words fell, the text on the mountain of books was surging, ready to move. It's just that the rhythm is not very strong, as if waiting for something more exciting to appear.

"These two lines of poetry have a bit of flavor!" Mencius commented: "In just two words, the scene is depicted, and it is sublimated in the poem."

When you close your eyes, you can see that under the illumination of the daylight, the literary qi on the book mountain gathers to form a gorgeous purple cloud.

After describing the general environment, the writing did not drag on in the slightest, and directly shifted the focus to the waterfall.

The hanging words in the second sentence are used very cleverly, turning movement into stillness, vividly showing the image of the waterfall in the distance, which is simply the most appropriate. ”

Yan Hui thought so, and said reverently: "This is just the beginning, I am sure that as soon as the last two sentences of the poem come out, it will definitely be able to gather the spirit of the dragon!"

"Proficient in scriptures and poetry, talented in the world, is this the white bone spirit?" In the crowd, someone murmured, and the image of the white bone spirit demon in the impression gradually collapsed, and the image of a female bachelor who read poetry and books began to emerge in their hearts.

In the real world, both men and women will inevitably look at their faces.

And the vast majority of love at first sight in the world is at first sight, which shows how important a beautiful face is.

When it comes to beauty and color, the White Bone Essence is definitely the leader of the Three Realms, and only a few goddesses can compare with him. Therefore, when he showed his erudition to everyone, the rest of the people suddenly had less resistance to him, unless they were mortal enemies.

"The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way fell for nine days. ”

Finally, Bai Gujing recited the last two sentences, and the wind and clouds between heaven and earth suddenly changed, the literary atmosphere was surging, and the light and darkness flowed.

"Turning into a dragon!" At the same time, faintly, the white bone spirit felt that the diffuse heavenly qi had sent a kind signal to him, and with a thought in his heart, he spoke softly.

Suddenly, the literary energy gathered, and a huge literary dragon thirty-three zhang long and twelve zhang wide jumped out of the sea of clouds, looking up at the sky, as if it was silently roaring.

"Thirty-three zhang long...... Master, I must be dreaming!" It was precisely because they knew what such a huge Wenlong meantly meant, that the scholars in the Confucian sect were even more surprised, and even one of the white-haired sages almost burst his eyes and lost his voice in surprise.

In his memory, in the past, it was not that no one could gather the literary qi into a dragon, but the most successful of them was just a twelve-zhang literary dragon, where was the spectacular, domineering, and majestic in front of him

"I don't know if there is anyone who comes, but it is indeed unprecedented, and the Great Sage of White Bones is going to force Hong Yi to death alive. A great Confucian sighed and spoke, looking at Hong Yi's eyes full of pity.

Speaking from the heart, judging from the previous Jingyi fighting method, Hong Yi deserves the title of genius. But compared to the white bone spirit...... All that's left is sadness.

Raising his eyes to look at the mighty dragon in mid-air, Hong Yi's face was a little pale, and a sense of powerlessness gradually arose in his heart.

He can be sure that although the poems he has made can also gather the literary atmosphere into a dragon, it will not exceed ten zhang at most, and compared with the thirty-three zhang dragon, it is almost a cloud and mud difference!

Thinking of this, he suddenly didn't even have the idea of reading out the poem, and his voice was slightly bitter: "In this scene, I admit defeat." ”

"Shh......hh

"Quiet!" Yan Hui didn't like to see this kind of picture, and always felt that such students were out of manners, and shouted in a deep voice.

As the most brilliant pearl under the throne of the Master, Yan Hui's reputation among Confucianism is like the sky, second only to the double sage. Seeing him frowning and scolding, many Confucian scholars were suddenly silent, and no one dared to coax anymore.

An honest man has the same majesty.

The white bone spirit glanced at him, and suddenly felt a little envious of the master in his heart.

Yan Hui is studious, benevolent, wise, humble, strong in righteousness, weak in admonishment, afraid of being treated, and cautious in governing the body. In other words, this is a perfect and honest person, who can perfectly inherit the mantle of the guru and pass it on.

If you have such a disciple in your life, you don't need to worry about having no successor to your lineage.

"Let's start the second scene, this one, the question is made by the white bones. Mencius spoke.

Bai Gujing's eyes moved slightly, and he said with a smile: "I'll set up a scene, this question, send the old man to the grassland!"

Hong Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that the question of the white bone essence was a bit simple, and he could at least make a nine-zhang long literary dragon.

As for the thirty-three zhang Wenlong who has not dissipated until now, Hong Yi thought to himself, this is probably just an accident. Or, this is already the pinnacle of the White Bone Spirit.

People can't always be at their peak.

"I don't have an opinion, so you should come first. Hong Yi said.

The white bone spirit smiled and pointed to the dragon hovering overhead, and said, "Let me come first, aren't you afraid of this situation again?"

Hong Yi sneered and said, "Do you think you are a poet saint?

"Poet Saint ......" Bai Gujing smiled slightly and said, "As long as I want, I can wear this laurel crown on my head." ”

"Hubris. Hong Yi waved his sleeves and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense, let's start composing poems." ”

Bai Gujing's face gradually became solemn, and he spoke word by word: "The name of the poem, give the ancient grass a farewell." ”

"Leave the grass on the plains. As if the words were followed, the tone between heaven and earth began to fluctuate.

"One year old and one withered. "The hurricane-like aura spontaneously fused together to form a storm of bungalow.

"Wildfires can't be burned. A large amount of white smoke came out of the waterfall that flowed straight down, and it continued to pour into the storm of literary qi, which made many Confucian scholars tremble, fearing that the waterfall would be swallowed up by the storm.

"The spring breeze blows and grows. There was a low boom, and the Confucian scholars' fears became a reality. Even in this sea of books, the literary atmosphere is not vast and endless. The Wenqi Storm couldn't snatch the origin from the Wenqi Dragon, so he had to set his sights on the waterfall.

In the blink of an eye, the water of the nearly three-layer Milky Way Waterfall turned into a cloud of qi and rushed into the storm.

The corners of Hong Yi's eyes twitched, and he had a hunch that the next scene would not be very wonderful for him.