Spirit Senior!

Everyone immediately bowed slightly to the old man.

This is a kind of courtesy, a courtesy to those who are carrying literary luck!

When Chen Changsheng saw this scene, his brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

What kind of little poet fairy is this, it doesn't seem to be as simple as I imagined it to be true?

But it's okay, the higher you hold it, the worse it falls, and it hurts when you hit your face.

In mid-air, after the old man nodded, he didn't delay anything, and after saying some rules, he stood on top of the Xuanwu statue.

The rest is very simple.

Everyone can speak freely, regardless of poetry and songs, regardless of type, this ninth disciple of the literary saint will exert his magical powers, listen to them all, and then comment on them one by one.

There was silence for a moment, and immediately there was a large sound of poetry and lyrics.

One by one, they were afraid that their voices were not loud enough, so they all opened their throats and shouted.

What green mountains are my home, and green water depends on everyone.

My magic weapon is a sword, and a sword can cut Kyushu.

And so on, and there are even many people who can't even rhyme.

Chen Changsheng listened to the first two big, and Mu Qingran tried even harder to hold back his laughter.

On the island in the middle of the lake, this is not the case at all.

I saw a talented literati who were famous in Middle-earth, or closed their eyes and pondered.

or playing in the water by boat, it is very quiet, and no one speaks rashly.

Chen Changsheng's attention was not on these people, but on the young man in white.

I saw that his eyes were also closed, but a paper fan was flapping on his hand, stopping from time to time, as if he was considering something.

The commotion on the shore continued for a long time before it stopped, and the monks looked triumphantly at the old man in mid-air.

It seemed that he would open his eyes the next moment and give himself a satisfied smile.

The old man did not open his eyes, but kept them closed, listening to the sounds around him.

This did not displease the shore friars.

They were just here to join in the fun, and if they really had that strength, they wouldn't stay on this shore and watch, and they would have landed on the island in the middle of the lake!

There was silence for a moment, and finally, the first person in the island in the middle of the lake stood up.

It was a middle-aged monk in a green shirt with a small mustache on his chin, and at the moment he was rubbing his beard with a smile on his face.

The moment he spoke, everyone fell silent.

"From afar, it's this mountain, and up close, it's this mountain. A section of green mountains and waters, looking at each other to send you back. ”

As soon as the middle-aged monk read out the poem, a large number of applause rang out.

These onlookers had to sigh that their attainments in poetry were really inferior to those on this island in the middle of the lake.

I can't say what's good, but it's good!

In the face of many echoes, the middle-aged monk hugged his fists to the shore and sat down with a smile.

The old man still hadn't opened his eyes, which was not surprising to everyone.

When he opened his eyes, it meant that the decisive poem appeared!

Next, one after another literati and artists from all over Middle-earth appeared.

One by one, they were either poems or songs, so that there were bursts of exclamations on the shore, and countless people were moved.

Mu Qingran had already taken out a string of sugar gourds out of nowhere and was eating them one by one.

"Husband, how do you feel?"

"It's okay. Chen Changsheng replied.

The level of poetry of these people is indeed a level higher than that of Shenxiao Kingdom, but it is far from surprising Chen Changsheng.

The poems that really shocked Chen Changsheng were only seen in the textbooks before the crossing.

In the middle of the heart, most of the people on the island in the middle of the lake soon read out what they had done.

Several of them made the old man nod and smile, but he still didn't open his eyes.

For a while, everyone turned their eyes to Xiao Shixian, and he opened his eyes at this time.

"I guess I figured it out. He smiled, and although his words were humble, anyone could hear the confidence in his tone!

Many people looked at Chen Changsheng at this moment, and Chen Changsheng also raised his head slightly and looked at the island in the middle of the lake.

Seeing so many people looking at the same position, Xiao Shixian couldn't help but look for it, so he met Chen Changsheng's eyes.

He was stunned, and the next moment he showed a smile, and inexplicably thought of a sentence.

There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them.

I just said it casually, but I didn't expect him to really come?

Thinking of this, Xiao Shixian showed a meaningful smile to Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng also smiled.

The scene of the two looking at each other was taken in by everyone.

For a while, countless people began to talk about it, and their eyes kept turning back and forth between Chen Changsheng and Xiao Shixian.

Many people have a playful expression on their faces and a playful smile.

Isn't this a play?

This guy actually came to see it naturally, aren't you afraid that it will be embarrassing enough?

Sure enough, Xiao Shixian did not hesitate, and after groaning slightly, he spoke.

"A lifetime of one generation and one pair, fighting for two ecstasy.

Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring of the day.

The pulp is easy to beg for the blue bridge, and the medicine is difficult to run into the blue sea.

If you visit Oxford, you will be relatively poor. ”

The little poet reads poetry, soothing and moderate, fast and slow.

For a while, many people were immersed in it, and it was only after he stopped that he suddenly woke up.

Almost instantly, a large cheer rang out, and many people had even begun to wipe their eyes with their sleeves.

Let's ask, the road to repair is long, who hasn't met a confidante, but is she still there?

Will I still be able to see her?

For a time, countless people sighed.

The little poet fairy is worthy of the top existence in love poems.

Even the old man in mid-air opened his eyes for the first time, and his expression became surprised.

At the same time, a vision of heaven and earth was born, and wisps of golden light came out of nowhere, hovering above the sky, as if they were about to turn into a wisp of literary fortune and descend!

A poem actually provoked a wisp of literary movement scattered in Middle-earth?!

Everyone looked up, their expressions were extremely shocked, and they looked at the little poet fairy in awe.

There were even many people laughing, looking at Chen Changsheng with mocking expressions.

When he came here to watch the little poet immortal compose poems, wasn't he humiliating himself?

At the level of a little poet immortal, a poem can attract literary luck, and at this moment, the Taoist companions around him are afraid that even their souls will be hooked away!

The literary movement in the sky was condensing and was about to spiral down, but Xiao Shixian didn't care, but looked at it with a smile.

"Fairy, what do you think?"

He asked.

Mu Qingran frowned, and after thinking about it seriously, he spoke in the expressions of countless people's expectations:

"So-so, it's okay, but it's definitely not as good as my husband's!"

Mu Qingran's words made countless people freeze instantly, and even Xiao Shixian's smile froze on his face.

Fair?

Not bad?

Not as good as your husband?

Are you kidding!

Everyone burst out laughing!

You must know that this is a poem that can attract literary luck, and it can be said to be extraordinary to the extreme.

Looking at Middle-earth, few people can do this, but in her eyes, it has become so-so, which is simply a big joke in the world.

For a while, even Xiao Shixian felt that she had seen the wrong person, this woman really didn't know how to be elegant.

Shaking his head slightly, he was about to ignore it anymore, but Chen Changsheng suddenly stood up, stepped out, and landed in the lake.

"I have a poem here, I wonder if my predecessors are willing to listen to it?"

Chen Changsheng smiled and looked at the old man in the sky.

The old man wanted to directly open his mouth to confirm that Xiao Shixian was the leader this time, but he paused when he heard this, and finally said:

The old man listened. ”

Wow!

Chen Changsheng's move caused countless people to be surprised, but what surprised them even more was that this Ninth Disciple of Wen Sheng actually agreed?!

Xiao Shixian looked puzzled at first, but soon became contemptuous.

If he is composing poetry, why should he surpass himself?

The others also thought of this instantly, and they all smiled one by one.

For them, Chen Changsheng can be said to be at the extreme.

Originally, it was enough to be embarrassed once, but now I have to take the initiative to stand up and embarrass people.

Aren't you afraid that tomorrow Middle-earth will spread his great name?!

Countless people looked at Chen Changsheng who was standing on the water with his hands on the water with sarcastic expressions, and only Mu Qingran gave Chen Changsheng support again.

"Come on, husband, you are the best, born saint!"

When Mu Qingran said this, everyone felt more and more that this woman was just an empty appearance, but in fact, it was not worth mentioning inside.

"If he is a natural saint, won't we all have to fly up?!

I don't know who spoke, and it caused a lot of laughter.

The old man in the sky also had a bad face, and he felt that the use of the innate saint on Chen Changsheng was an insult to his master.

But he didn't say it explicitly, just looked at Chen Changsheng lightly.

And it was at this moment that Chen Changsheng spoke.

Just seven words fell, and all the people who were laughing froze.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look. ”

Groov!

Everyone's hearts trembled, and they inexplicably felt a vast artistic conception rushing to their faces.

Just this sentence, it seems that you can already see the figure of a stunning beauty.

The first paragraph came out, and Chen Changsheng said the second paragraph lightly, "The spring breeze blows Revlon."

。 ”

Rumble!

Everyone's hearts trembled again, and at this moment, they seemed to see an incomparably beautiful face.

If it was hazy that could only be seen before, at this moment, the face of this peerless beauty is clearly visible.

Everyone was breathing rapidly, and no one could imagine what kind of woman she was worthy of such a poem!

Xiao Shixian was already sluggish, even the old man's eyes were round, and his hands began to tremble.

But he didn't dare to urge Chen Changsheng to quickly say the next verses, for fear that he would accidentally break this trembling beauty!

Finally, in the anxious anticipation of countless people, Chen Changsheng spoke for the third time.

And this time, he opened his mouth and read out all the following verses.

"If it weren't for the jade mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon. ”

If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon!

Countless people listened to this poem, their bodies trembled with excitement, and tears couldn't help but flow.

The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon.

What kind of verse is this, what kind of mood is this?

What kind of person can write such words?

This person is not like a human being, and this poem is not a human word!

Everyone was laughing, laughing, looking at the peerless beauty in the artistic conception, two lines of tears flowed.

Even Xiao Shixian froze in place, and at this moment, he was powerless to refute.

Because, he saw the posture of all the monks, and he saw the tears in the eyes of the ninth disciple of Wensheng that he had invited.

This is a magnificent poem!

Can...... He doesn't have the luck of the saint!