Composing nine poems in a row, not only did he show no signs of exhaustion of talent, but on the contrary, his spirit was at its peak under this urging valley!

Brush brush, brush brush, pen dragon snake, ink on the gold flower paper to draw a beautiful text.

For a while, the thought is like a spring, the spiritual platform is like a mirror, Yixing flies, and when the pen is moved, there is a feeling that the pen is like a god. In the process, he suddenly felt a boom in his head, as if thunder was falling from the sky; In the depths of his soul, infinite light suddenly emitted him, making his wisdom, talent, and literary thinking ...... In an instant, it was like a volcanic eruption, bursting out and growing rapidly!

At the same time, a circle of rainbow-like soul power suddenly shot out from his forehead and quickly gathered under his pen, making all the words seem to be sublimated, adding a kind of spirituality and rhyme.

"It's aura!"

"A flash of inspiration! When he wrote poetry, he was inspired by a flash of inspiration! ”

"It's terrible, I wrote ten poems in a row, and when I got to the last one, not only did I not run out of talent, but I also burst out with literary aura, this is a real literary genius!"

Huo Zongtang, who was creating, was also attracted by this exclamation. "A flash of inspiration? What does that mean? ”

Ye Qingwu, who was sitting next to him, explained to him: "Lingguang is also called the light of literature and the light of inspiration. It is a state in which spiritual power and soul power erupt like a volcano in an instant, and the super-level blooming of the superpower of the soul is super-level. In this state, people's talents, wisdom, thoughts, and personality strength will instantly exceed the usual. This state of 'flash of inspiration' is very similar to the 'critical hit' of martial arts, so it is also called the critical hit of literary superpower. ”

"Like a critical hit, a flash of inspiration is when the spirit, talent, intelligence, and personality all fit into a perfect point, and with a little luck, it may appear."

Liu Qingqing also added: "The literary aura is divided into nine layers, one is the lowest, and the ninth is the highest. Just now, Yang Taizhen's forehead and pen emitted a circle of rainbow-like soul power, which was a heavy aura. Although the level of the first spiritual light is not high, among the literary cultivators of the rookie rank, it is really rare to be able to stimulate the spiritual light, which is too strong! ”

Huo Zongtang glanced at Yang Taizhen. Although the flash of aura has disappeared, there is still a strong residual soul power fluctuation on his body, and the rainbow-like beautiful soul light still lingers beside him, which makes him even more talented, and the wind god is handsome.

"Spiritual light can appear when creating, so that the author can instantly think like a spring, and write like a god. Many great works were created by the author when the inspiration sparkled. Aura, which can also be used in superpower battles. A flash of inspiration, like a martial arts critical attack, can burst out with amazing mental power when it is unexpected, and give the opponent a painful blow. Therefore, refining a flash of inspiration is equivalent to having a stunt. And cultivators who can grasp the flash of inspiration are all formidable opponents. ”

Even Wan Guiying participated in the discussion, revealing the great value of spiritual light in cultivation.

After the three girls finished speaking, they fell silent at the same time. They looked at Yang Taizhen, who was in the spotlight, and their expressions were a little solemn. Even Liu Qingqing, who threatened to take the first place just now, had no intention of joking at this time.

Huo Zongtang also looked at Yang Taizhen thoughtfully, and seemed to say to himself: "But this first one still has to be taken after all, isn't it?" ”

"Huh, what?" The three girls all suspected that they had misheard, and looked at him in surprise.

Huo Zongtang stopped talking, lowered his head and continued to think. The mind quickly settled, forgot about the things and me, and entered the emptiness. Then, all the spiritual power was mobilized by him and used to break the barriers of the laws of the past life and this life.

His mind is like a small icebreaker, facing the vast snowfield frozen for thousands of miles, but it is very difficult to open a channel to spring on the other side.

In less than a moment, his mind was scarred by the wind and frost of memory, the sword of the law, and the strength of the barrier. It was like a snake swimming on the edge of an infinite blade, and every step forward, it was a thousand knives and blood!

Fortunately, after experiencing the "refining intent" cultivation that almost destroyed his soul, this kind of pain was already a little accustomed to him.

On that side, Yang Taizhen has completed the last poem after the flash of inspiration. He was the first to get up and handed over the ten poems to the judges. He didn't give it to his mother, nor to Shi Yuwei, but to the other three judges.

The three judges watched it one by one, and their faces were full of brilliance.

"It is worthy of being the descendant of a family of beautiful poets, this stroke is different."

"The first of the ten poems is good, and when they are put on the market, they are all hard to find."

"The most important thing is that in the face of this randomly selected topic, twenty minutes, ten poems, it is really literary and hearty. In the past, there were sons who should be like Sun Zhongmou, and now there are sons who should be like Yang Taizhen. Sister Guimei, you are so enviable! ”

Yang Guimei smiled and nodded, and said "false praise" and "award" in her mouth. Yang Taizhen also modestly called "ashamed" and "ashamed".

The three judges are still touting it. "Especially this tenth song, the literary style and sentiment are excellent, and it is worthy of being a work of inspiration and ideas, wonderful, excellent! I can't resist reciting it, you guys come and listen—"

"The flowers in your eyes fall into my heart

Demon eyebrows and eyes along with the red lips

Like a fox fairy in a thousand-year-old night

Charming, purple, classical freehand on the desk......

Through, the vastness of the next world

We met again in this life, just to see it

A light red dress, once smiling

……

Your pink flower has bloomed, and I can't do it in this life

Light three or two firefly lamps to illuminate the bedroom of dreams

And you, frowning, pursing lips, and your face is crimson

At this point, I just want to get closer gently

Say nothing......"

"Good poetry!" One of the judges finished chanting, and the other two clapped their hands vigorously.

"The test question is 'Beautiful Encounter', Tae-jeong writes it as the love of the past and present lives, the obsession between people and fox fairies, it is really lingering and compassionate, and it is very charming!"

Yang Guimei looked at her son dotingly, and said with a faint smile: "This poem, it's just that it can be written, don't praise him." Young people, you should keep a low profile. ”

Having said that, she still put this poem in front of Shi Yuwei, smiled and said, "Niece Shi, you are a middle master, why don't you also give Brother Taizhen some advice?" ”

Shi Yuwei's gaze swept over the poem. The moment the eyes turned, it was really like water, like Yingying West Lake, which made people's hearts ripple. Yang Taizhen stood in front of her, feeling a fever all over her body, and her heart was full of anticipation.

Yuwei, in fact, this poem is written for you, I don't know if you can see all the affection in it?

"The poem is well written. But ......"

Shi Yuwei's gaze stopped on him, which instantly made Yang Taizhen's heartbeat pause. Xiao Xishi's name is indeed true, and as soon as she was sent by her autumn waves, Yang Taizhen almost felt like she was electrocuted.

"However, although it is also written about the love of the world, the charm of this poem is not as good as the song "A Flowering Tree" in the preliminary competition."

Yang Taizhen and Yang Guimei were both slightly surprised. "A Blossoming Tree? What kind of poem is this? ”

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