He doesn't have the luck of the saint!

Xiao Shixian quickly thought of this, calmed down, and then said loudly: "Poetry is good poetry, but brother, you seem to think that you can have the luck of literary saints?"

Xiao Shixian opened her mouth with a regretful expression, and everyone gradually calmed down and noticed this problem.

Yes, Chen Changsheng doesn't have the luck of Wen Sheng!

On the other hand, on the little poet fairy, there is a wisp of literary saint luck blessing, which looks extremely elegant and chic.

For a moment, everyone calmed down and realized the problem.

Indeed, this poem is extraordinary.

No matter how brilliant it is, what's the use of not being recognized by Wensheng's luck?

In this way, it seems that Xiao Shixian is better!"

Someone in the crowd spoke, and everyone nodded in approval of these words, and looked at Chen Changsheng again.

Although he didn't have the sarcastic gaze at the beginning, he still shook his head slightly.

As long as Chen Changsheng doesn't get Wen Sheng's luck for a day, he won't be recognized by everyone for a day!

Seeing them like this, Mu Qingran couldn't help grinding his teeth angrily.

"Husband, you don't have to pay attention to them, isn't it just a little literary and holy luck? You are the great poet in my heart!"

Mu Qingran seemed to be afraid that Chen Changsheng would go to his heart, so he spoke.

When Chen Changsheng heard this, he couldn't help but laugh.

Wensheng luck?

"Come!" I saw him just looking at the sky with his hands behind his back.

The next moment, the sky and the earth are dazzling!

As if the sun was rising, a large golden cloud came from the sky!

These golden clouds are like a dream, with the breath of Wendao, emitting a brilliant light to shine around!

Countless people were stunned at the moment when this golden cloud appeared.

"Isn't this Wenyun? Why are there so many?!"

Someone sensed the Dao rhyme in it and couldn't help but speak in surprise.

The others also gasped, not knowing what was happening!

I saw that the golden clouds incarnated by those cultural fortunes slowly floated and hung above Chen Changsheng's head, stretching for hundreds of zhang!

Everyone looked at the scene in a daze, but it didn't end there.

In the vast Middle-earth, temples of literature glow to the sky.

Those stone statues of Wen Sheng, which were already covered with dust, slumped up, and wisps of purple qi diffused out on their bodies, and then gathered and headed east.

Mighty, three thousand miles of purple qi to the east!

Countless people looked up and looked at this scene dumbfounded.

That Ninth Disciple of the Wen Saint trembled even more, he sensed the aura of his Immortal Death Master on these Eastern Purple Qi!

This...... How can it be?!

Countless people looked at Chen Changsheng, and their hearts were already horrified, and they didn't know how to express it.

And Chen Changsheng just smiled faintly, and as soon as he raised his head slightly, the two-color brilliance above the sky flowed down.

The two colors of brilliance seemed to be blending into the Dao, and when they fell, not only did they shine brightly, but they also sounded one after another.

Everyone listened in fascination, and it took a long time for them to come back to their senses.

At this time, Chen Changsheng also opened his eyes slightly.

I saw a flash of brilliance in his eyes, and the Wensheng Dao rhyme on his body was even more intense.

Middle-earth has nine points of holy Dao rhyme, he is only afraid that he will get one of them!

Countless people looked at Chen Changsheng, who was extraordinarily imposing, and an unbelievable thought crossed their hearts.

In the lantern tower on the island in the middle of the lake, Xiao Shixian looked at Chen Changsheng, who was tall and full of literary luck to the extreme, and sat down with a bang.

This...... How can it be!

The old man in the sky, after being taken aback for a while, came back to his senses and actually bent down to bow to Chen Changsheng.

"Xiaoyou's talent is good, and his literary luck is strong, he is really the best person he has seen in so many years!"

The Ninth Apostle of the Sacred Saint praised.

Although he was invited by his old friend to come to support the little poet.

But now almost anyone with a discerning eye can see that Chen Changsheng is not simple, especially a poem, even his own master has recognized it!

If you still don't recognize it, isn't it just going against your master?

He didn't dare to deceive his teachers and destroy his ancestors like this!

With the old man's words, everyone understood that the dust had settled on this battle.

Everybody's gone!

Xiao Shixian's body trembled slightly.

He thought he was already superhuman, and he was only able to achieve such an achievement at the age of the crown.

But now facing Chen Changsheng, he didn't even dare to have the idea of fighting.

That poem is amazing!

It's as if it shouldn't exist on earth, it's from heaven!

This is the poet fairy, the real poet fairy!

Dust out of the dust, don't mess with the dust!

Everyone sighed, and Mu Qingran was even happier.

He hugged his shoulders proudly and said: "I said it all, my husband is a real great poet!"

No one spoke, no one questioned.

Chen Changsheng smiled slightly, and after glancing at the little poet fairy with a depressed face, he turned around and left.

My goal has been achieved, and I don't need to stay long.

Estimating what kind of little poet fairy this is, there is no eighty years that can't get out of this psychological shadow.

Compete with me in poetry, tease my woman in front of me?

Hehe, there are 5,000 years behind Lao Tzu!

After Chen Changsheng left, the entire Xuanwu Statue Arena was still quiet for a long time, and no one spoke until half a ring:

"By the way, do any of you remember the full text of that poem? I'm going to copy it, it's going to be a big hit!"

"That's right, it's a big seller! With this poem, you can make a separate anthology!"

"If it weren't for the jade mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon. It's beautiful!"

One sentence after another excited voices rang out, and everyone agreed.

This poem must be a big hit in Middle-earth!

It's not impossible to even spread the word about Tianxuan!

The little poet fairy in the lantern tower is becoming more and more depressed, he who was surrounded by people in the past, no one pays attention to it at the moment, and everyone is discussing Chen Changsheng's poems.

He raised his head and was about to thank the old man when he saw the old man turn into a long rainbow and go to the place where Chen Changsheng left.

Suddenly, an incomparable sense of despair enveloped the little poet immortal.

Outside the Xuanwu Statue Square, Mu Qingran was very happy, and he kept asking Chen Changsheng questions along the way.

"Wow, husband, you're too good, this poem is really well written!"

"Husband, are you a Wenqu star? I get drunk as soon as I hear the verses. ”

"Hey, hey, husband, is this poem written for me?"

Mu Qingran asked back and forth on Chen Changsheng's left and right sides, Chen Changsheng was not annoyed, he just walked forward, smiling, but he was actually embarrassed in his heart.

This poem is just borrowed by himself for Li Taibai's use.

There is still a world thousands of years apart, Chen Changsheng can still name himself with a clear conscience, but if he even changes the meaning, it will be too much.

You must know that this poem was written by Li Taibai for Yang Guifei!

Chen Changsheng didn't make a sound, and Mu Qingran didn't get angry, just smiled and circled around him.

But before he could go far, Chen Changsheng's footsteps stopped.

"Husband, what's wrong?" Mu Qingran looked at Chen Changsheng, who suddenly paused, and said in confusion.

Chen Changsheng turned his head and walked back, only to see that the old man known as the ninth disciple of Wensheng was behind the two.

"Old man Lingweizi, it's a pleasure to meet Xiaoyou. Lingweizi smiled at Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng nodded and asked, "Is it again?"

"Hahaha, Xiaoyou, you're boring, how can we literati have so many things, we just want to get to know Xiaoyou!"

Ling Weizi said, and once again noticed a trace of his master's aura of Wen Sheng, Chen Changsheng suddenly felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

You must know that when your master passed away, he didn't give any of his disciples a single piece of Wendao, and all of them were sealed in the statues of gods all over Middle-earth, just waiting for the birth of Tianjiao with a cultural vein, and gave a trace.

Over the years, Lingweizi has seen a lot of literary and celestial talents, and Xiao Shixian is one of them.

But the one who could cause the statue of the Holy Saint of Wen in the entire Middle Earth to vibrate was probably only Chen Changsheng.

Facing Lingweizi's invitation, Chen Changsheng thought about it for a while, and then nodded.

"Yes!" Chen Changsheng smiled.

Lingweizi laughed too, and with a wave of his hand, a small boat appeared on it.

After Chen Changsheng boarded the boat, Lingweizi looked at Mu Qingran.

"Do you want to be together?"

"I—I'm afraid to disturb your conversation. Mu Qingran was embarrassed to speak.

Lingweizi laughed, "It's okay, even if you come up, I don't think Xiaoyou is a rigid person." ”

Chen Changsheng nodded naturally, and Mu Qingran boarded the boat lightly.

I saw Lingwei standing at the bow of the boat, like a boatman, holding a wooden oar in his hand, and with a slight movement, the boat went away.

It's like floating on the moonlight, flying higher and higher.

Chen Changsheng was very surprised, but he didn't show any surprise.

On the contrary, Mu Qingran was lying on the boat, constantly looking down, looking very happy.

Lingwei didn't raise the boat very high, and after a moment it stopped, hanging over the lake of the Xuanwu Statue Field.

In this position, no one found the three people in the boat hidden in the sky.

Chen Changsheng looked up, and he could see the Xuanwu God statue in front of him.

A dragon was wrapped around the turtle's body, its eyes closed, but lifelike, as if it was about to open its eyes and revive in the next moment.

Although the life is vicious, the divine pearl that emits a millimeter of light adds a sense of auspiciousness to this stone statue.

Seeing that Chen Changsheng was fascinated, Lingweizi took out a wine case and said, "Little friend, do you know what's in this statue?"

"What's there?" Chen Changsheng raised his wine glass and took a sip, asking curiously.

Lingweizi stroked his beard and smiled: "If I am not a rumor, then there is indeed a drop of Xuanwu essence blood sealed in this Xuanwu God Statue?"

Xuanwu essence blood?

Chen Changsheng was a little surprised, and after slightly urging the Xuanwu bloodline in his body, he could really sense an aura of intimacy.

It's just that compared to the Xuanwu bloodline in his body, the seal inside this idol seems to be much weaker.

In this regard, Chen Changsheng still understands.

After all, this is the last Xuanwu statue left behind after the fall of heaven and earth, and the blood may have been mottled.

And his own was obtained from the hands of an ancient existence in Dongshan Haizhou, and evolved through the Evolution of the Body Dan.