Bai Xuan held a roll of white paper in her hand, walked up with a calm face, handed it to the two soldiers of the sect, and hung it on the last hanging poetry seat.

The master of the class sang aloud and read aloud—

"Looking at the flowers and wanting to dance solo poems under the moon, the poem says ......"

As soon as the name of the poem was announced, there was an uproar in the crowd on Liufang Street.

Lu Xue in the VIP seat couldn't help laughing.

In the No. 1 private room of Baoyue Building, a trace of contempt and disdain flashed in the eyes of the second prince, and Liu Chenglong, the director of the teaching department next to him, was also dumbfounded.

Actually plagiarized the name of the poem?

This is Li Mu's level?

This poem is almost exactly the same as the title of the hundred-year-old poem written by the second prince for Lu Hongsleeve before, except that [Lu Hongsleeve] was replaced by [Hua Xiangrong], at least in terms of title, it has completely fallen into inferiority.

How can this be compared?

I listened to the class master continue to read: "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky......

Well?

This sentence is not the same as [Watching Lu Red Sleeves Solo Dance Poem Under the Moon].

And, it seems a little straightforward, but it's not bad?

When many people hear this sentence, they immediately have such a reaction.

"I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is tonight, I want to go back by the wind, and I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is not cold, dance to find out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world. ”

After the first half of the singing was finished, the class leader paused.

His voice was already trembling slightly.

Because, he was already faintly aware of it, as if ...... This poem that came out of my mouth is a little good.

And the original noise on the street disappeared completely at this time.

On the VIP seat, the smile on Lu Xue's face was gradually solidifying.

Lu Hongsleeves on the main stage, with a shocked and unbelievable look on his beautiful face.

is also quiet, and in the private room of Tianzi No. 1 on the second floor of Baoyue Building, the second prince's good-looking eyebrows are wrinkled, and a layer of fine cold sweat comes out of Liu Chenglong's forehead.

It's only the first half, but it's already showing its weight.

A poem that transcends a hundred years of poetry is about to come out.

Because in the short words, too many things have been outlined, majestic and fairy, a fairy dancing alone under the moonlight, quiet and lonely, dancing to figure out the image of the shadow, has been outlined.

The moonlight fell on the main stage like a dream.

I listened to the master of the class singing and reading the second half of the poem in a voice that was almost whispering—

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is biased towards other times, people have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, this matter is difficult to complete, I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together. ”

After singing, the class leader covered his mouth and did not make any more sound.

He was afraid that any more sound would ruin the mood of the poem.

In front of the main stage, on the VIP seats, the figures are stunned, after a specific sequence and combination, the text has the power to shock people's hearts, and it is obvious that this poem [Watching Flowers and Wanting to Sing the Solo Dance under the Moon] belongs to this category, and it is the best of this kind.

The poems that can really be passed down for thousands of years have the power to shock people's hearts, even people who don't understand poetry can feel the charm of it.

Millennial poems.

A true thousand-year-old poem was born.

There is no need to comment too much, and there is no need to analyze some details in this poem, this is a thousand-year-old poem, and every sentence and line of it has the power to hit people's hearts and penetrate the soul.

In the VIP seat, Lu Xue lost her soul, as if she was stupid.

Lu Hongsleeve, who was already preparing to be crowned the Oiran laurel on the main stage, also lost all her brilliance in an instant, with a shocked and desperate look, falling from the clouds high above to the dust, such an experience, she had one time before, in the number of flower baskets, she was crushed by the flowers, and now, she is experiencing the second time.

This time, it was even worse than the first time.

"Hmph. In the private room, the second prince snorted coldly, his face pale.

The window lattice he was holding in his hand was directly crushed and turned into powder and fell down.

Liu Chenglong on the side was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say, and the shock in his heart was indescribable.

Li Mu really wrote a thousand-year-old poem?

Did he really do it?

Carefully smacking this poem, some of the sentences in it are simply wonderful, the first half of the scene is lyrical, the second half of the scene is blended, the scruples and coldness of the flower when she dances solo under the moon, and the kind of dancing picture that is unattainable like a fairy, as if she is going to return with the wind at any time, but in the end she is still left in the world, is described to the extreme.

This kind of description is a description of the majestic immortal's perspective, which is more than several times higher than the detailed rhetorical description of the second prince [Watching the Solo Dance Poem under the Moon with Red Sleeves on the Moon], in terms of argument and pattern.

It is no exaggeration to say that these two poems, one is a poem of the pinnacle of mortals, and the other is a poem of immortals.

How can the poetry of mortals be brilliant, and how can it be comparable to the poetry of immortals?

The two are not at all a rank.

Even if Liu Chenglong wanted to say something and save a little face for the second prince, he tried to speak several times in a row, but he couldn't say it at all.

There is simply nothing to say.

Moreover, the most important thing is that at this time, Liu Chenglong suddenly understood why Li Mu's poem had the same title as the "Solo Dance Poem under the Moon with Red Sleeves on the Red Sleeves" made by the second prince.

This is not a plagiarism of Jiang Lang's talent, but it is clearly to use this same title to completely step on the second prince, in the future, as long as topics such as the solo dance under the moon are mentioned, what people think of must be Li Mu's poems first, and they will not mention the poems of the second prince - even if it is mentioned, I am afraid that it is also a ridiculous tone.

This Li Mu is really crazy and ruthless.

And at this time, in this way, the second prince has no way to refute it.

Unless, the second prince also wrote a thousand-year-old poem?

However, this is absolutely impossible.

No matter how much Liu Chenglong admires the second prince's civil and military skills, he will not think that the second prince can do it.

The atmosphere in the private room was depressing and terrifying.

On the second prince's handsome demon-like face, frost shrouded him, and the atmosphere in the entire room plummeted, and layers of white frost began to spread along the wall supported by the second prince's palm, and in a blink of an eye, the whole room was like an ice cave and ice room.

The Western Qin Empire is located in the northwest of the Shenzhou Continent, even if it is Qin City, it is also a cold place in winter, and the supreme mastery of the Western Qin royal family [Royal Dragon Slash], although it can be derived from the invisible, but the disciples of the royal family are mainly based on visualizing the wind, snow and ice, and cultivating to the cold qi, the innate true qi of the second prince is the attribute of cold ice.

Liu Chenglong trembled and did not dare to resist the cold.

However, in his heart, the content of the poem [Watching Flowers and Thinking of Solo Dance under the Moon] still flashed involuntarily.

It's really ...... It's a very subtle poem.

......

......

Even Liu Chenglong is like this, how can those so-called celebrities in the VIP seat say something to refute?

This poem is the first of the night. ”

"Absolute millennium poetry. ”

"Li Mu is a poet, and he is extremely golden. ”

As soon as this poem comes out, Hua Xiangrong will surely become famous throughout the Western Qin Empire...... No, it's to make a name for itself throughout the Shenzhou Continent. ”

"The first beauty in the world is none other than Hua Xiangrong. ”

"No need to judge, tonight first, Oiran is a flower to look like. ”

Different voices, the same content, coming from everywhere.

Even those celebrities who received Liu Chenglong's hint from the 'jury' can no longer talk nonsense with their eyes open at this time, because what Hua Xiangrong invited was a thousand-year-old poem, a thousand-year-old poem, which is enough to praise the world and move the mainland, which is already unstoppable.

If they still dare to say that this poem [Watching Flowers and Wanting to Sing Solo Dance under the Moon] is not as good as the poem invited by Lu Hongsleeve, then in the next thousand years, whenever people mention this poem, the names of these so-called celebrities will be taken out and whipped, laughed, humiliated and accused, and they and their families will be nailed to the pillar of shame because of this, becoming the stepping stone, footnote and decoration of this poem on the road of legend.

They didn't dare to take this risk.

Because the literati have a different name, even if it is a false name, it is extremely important to them.

Once they lose their fame, or their fame stinks, then they will not be able to mix in this world.

This poem is undoubtedly the first, thousand-year-old poem. Tie Zhan, the dean of Hanshan Academy, had to pinch his nose and admit that his face was bitter and unwilling.

"Flowers want to be the first. ”

"There is no need to compare, as soon as this poem comes out, the dust settles. ”

The celebrities and gentlemen in the VIP table opened their mouths one after another and made their judgments.

If you don't want to be ruined for a thousand years, you have to admit that even if you offend Liu Chenglong, the secretary of the sect, there is no way to do it.

Yicuige's mother, Sang Luxue, had a look on her face like an old sow who had been stabbed, how wonderful it was, how wonderful it was, the previous arrogance disappeared, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.

Lu Hongsleeve, who was still shining before, was like a defeated little hen at this time, and also lowered her head, carefully hiding all the unwillingness, jealousy and anger on her face, in her heart, there was a strong sense of powerlessness, there was no way, the person standing behind Hua Xiangrong was called Li Mu, Li Mu, who was unique in poetry and martial arts, who was competing?

The nephrite building Si Yuhua beside her, Fufeng Xue Rui and other famous prostitutes are also indescribably envious and jealous.

Why? Why can Hua Xiangrong be so favored by Li Mu?

If it weren't for Li Mu, Hua Xiangrong decided to be trampled into the dust tonight, don't think about being famous again.

Therefore, it is actually Li Mu who decides everything.

All the famous prostitutes couldn't help but have a sense of resentment in their hearts.

Why is Li Mu a man who wants to be a man, if Li Mu supports them, then they can also win the Oiran, right? Hua Xiangrong's luck is really enviable.