Poetry is over.

Du Feng turned around with a melancholy expression, really not wanting to see anyone's reaction.

He has been obscene for so many years, only focusing on the black hand behind his back, this time, he has no choice but to show his talent in front of so many people, he is used to obscene, he is really reluctant.

At this time, on the huge painting boat, there was a brief calm, and the birds were silent.

From the time Du Feng read the first line of the poem, people had already held their breath, for fear of making any noise and disturbing him.

The third prince who was not far from Du Feng, the wine glass in his hand quietly slipped from his hand, and a "snap" broke the silence.

Only then did people notice that the third prince had already had red eyes, tears on his cheeks, and muttered in his mouth: "Don't think about it, it's unforgettable." Thousands of miles of lonely souls, nowhere to talk about desolation...... Desolate ......"

The third prince had already closed his eyes, but he couldn't stop the tears in his eyes, his waist, which was straight like a benchmark, had bent down, and his slightly trembling hand slowly covered his heart.

From his expression and movements, one could see how sad and desolate he was.

Obviously, every sentence of Du Feng's poem touched him a lot, and made him awaken the deepest memory in his heart.

If Du Feng turns his head and sees the reaction of the three princes, he will definitely change his opinion of the three princes, I believe that the three princes are really an infatuated lover who misses his deceased wife day and night.

"This ...... This poem ......"

The so-called Qilinzi Chen Qimo, after listening to Du Feng's poem, was already shocked, and Du Feng's poems have been echoing in his mind, only listening to it once, and deeply remembering every word of this poem.

He suddenly felt conflicted.

He couldn't believe that such a poem came from Du Feng's mouth, and he felt extremely unconvinced, and even jealous.

At the same time, because of this poem, he inevitably had admiration for Du Feng.

This damn love and hate made him almost fall, like a little lover who was played bad by Du Feng and abandoned, almost turned into a resentful woman.

"This poem...... It's amazing, it's another thousand-year-old poem!" Han Yiyi also felt extremely amazed, as if she knew Du Feng for the first time, staring at Du Feng with bright eyes, and couldn't move away anymore, this man, in her eyes, suddenly lit up.

And everyone in the poetry club was also completely stunned.

The previous prejudice against Du Feng has long disappeared without a trace, and there is only a gushing admiration in my heart at this time.

"Okay, this poem is so good!"

These literati recalled what Du Feng said before, saying that they were not even qualified to lift shoes in front of Du Feng, and they were already convinced by this sentence.

"Good poem, I have to admit it, Du Feng, the chief disciple of the Taoist Sect, you ...... You've made a great poem!" Chen Qimo said.

His heart was unusually complicated, unwilling, and admiring.

But because of this, he wanted to deal with Du Feng even more, and he didn't want to be compared, so he tried his best to embarrass Du Feng and make him infamous!

"However, even if you are talented, you can't blame me, you said that yesterday's thousand-year-old poem was written by you, do you have proof?"

He forced Du Feng to ask, and his tone was unusually cold, so that everyone at the poetry meeting showed expectant eyes to Du Feng and looked forward to Du Feng's reaction.

Unlike before, everyone stood on the side of the unicorn.

At this time, people almost believed that what Du Feng said might be true, because the poem just now had already illustrated Du Feng's poetic ability.

"Alas~"

Du Feng let out another long sigh and slowly turned to look at Qilinzi Chen Qimo.

I really don't want to reveal anything, but the situation is still forcing him.

He drank a lot of alcohol tonight, and he was a little dizzy, and it was the effect of alcohol that made him a little impulsive, thinking to himself, since he had already raised his profile once, it didn't matter if he raised his profile again.

Therefore, he is ready to tear apart the false face of the so-called Qilinzi in one fell swoop, so that everyone knows that he Chen Qimo is just deceiving the world and stealing his name.

"Here comes the sword!"

Du Feng, whose face was flushed, stretched out his hand and roared with a thick neck.

This sudden sentence of sword made many people slightly stunned.

The first to come back to his senses was the third prince.

In the poetry society, most of them were literati, and he was the only one with a sword at his waist.

Hearing only a bang, he drew his long sword and sent it to Du Feng.

At this time, there were even tears on his cheeks, and he said solemnly to Du Feng: "You give me a poem, I give you a sword, this is also a courtesy, this sword is not an ordinary sword, neither a spiritual weapon, nor a combat use, he is given by my father "Emperor Wu"!"

"Now, I will give it to you, because your poem is too amazing, and it is too much in line with my mood of missing my deceased wife, even if this sword is important to me, you will give it to you, hold a sword outside, who dares to provoke you, you can show this sword, see the sword as if you see me!"

Du Feng nodded, without the slightest pretension, and reached out to take the sword of the third prince.

Many people looked at him in bewilderment, wondering why he suddenly asked for a sword, but soon there was an answer.

"Snort", a sword flash!

Du Feng took advantage of his drunkenness to wave his long sword, and where the sword passed, there was a condensation of sword intent, and a line of poetry that was visible to the naked eye appeared.

"Pick up the lamp and look at the sword when you are drunk, and dream of blowing the horn and the battalion ......" Du Feng was drunk in his tone, reciting poetry and performing swordsmanship.

And the verses condensed by the sword intent are also the words he reads in his mouth.

Coincidentally, he drank wine, and through drunkenness, he recited "Pick up the lamp and look at the sword when drunk", which seemed so natural.

"Eight hundred miles of scorching, fifty strings turning over the outside sound, the battlefield ...... Autumn Point Soldiers!"

Du Feng's figure swayed, leaving behind an afterimage, and between the raging sword in his hand, under the condensation of sword intent, lines of poetry appeared, sentences were as beautiful as a dream, and the power of swordsmanship was so deadly.

"The horse-made Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt!"

The swordsmanship moves suddenly became dangerous and became fast, like rushing to thunder and hurrying, one after another sword qi rushed to the sky, even the people on both sides of the Jiaolong River could clearly see that this beautiful and deadly sword qi was blooming in bursts.

In the end, the speed of the sword slowed down sharply, accompanied by the last sentence: "But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death, poor white ......"

Finally, a set of swordsmanship has ended.

Du Fengshou stood with his sword and stood quietly in place, the fly in the ointment was that because of the growing drunkenness, Du Feng was shaking slightly, and it seemed that he would fall down at any time.

That's right, that's what Dufon gave to prove it.

Casting the sword technique evolved from this poem is undoubtedly the best way to prove it.

The sword intent of this set of swordsmanship can condense the verses, and the two have the same artistic conception.

Yesterday, this poem was just born, and it is impossible for someone to create a set of swordsmanship with the same artistic conception in a day.

It shows that the sword intent and swordsmanship are all created by him.

Nothing proves better than this that he is the author of the poem Breaking the Array.

Moreover, he used swordsmanship to tell everyone that he not only wrote this poem, but also created a set of swordsmanship with the artistic conception of this poem.