The treasures sent to the door, how could Liu Wuxian not accept them.

This jade Ruyi is not an ordinary spiritual essence, it is infinitely close to the level of spiritual essence, ordinary people can't see that Liu Wuxian has a ghost pupil technique, and he can easily pierce the internal situation of Jade Ruyi.

The outer surface is the spirit essence, and in its core area, there is a dark green point of light, about the size of a mung bean, which is the spirit essence.

Spirit essence is not unusual, but spirit spirit is very rare.

Its quality is still above the best spirit essence, this Yin Jingwu doesn't know where to get it, and it is estimated that he doesn't know the value of this spirit essence, so he will take it out and gamble.

If you can shatter the surface and absorb the spirit essence inside, the effect is not under the ancient spirit shoots.

"Liu Wuxie, obediently hand over the ancient spirit bamboo shoots, you don't know that our Senior Brother Yin also has a nickname, known as Little Shixian. ”

Many Qinghongmen disciples have a flattering tone, and Liu Wuxian will definitely lose this time.

There are not many people present who can win against Yin Jingwu, at least not Liu Wuxie.

Everyone's appetite was hung up, originally many people were not much interested in poetry and songs, and some people fought poetry, and the effect was different.

Those people around Yin Jingwu automatically formed a circle so as not to leak out the poems they wrote.

"Senior Brother Hua, don't you put pen to paper!"

On the side of Tianluo Valley, the most promising to win the first place is only Hua Chenye.

The other disciples basically joined in the fun, and the poems they wrote were probably not on the stage.

"No hurry!"

Hua Chenye smiled slightly, closed his eyes, and no one dared to disturb.

"Senior Brother Bai Zhi, you must get the first place, take off Murong Yi's light yarn with your own hands, and it is best to get her. ”

There was a lewd laugh from the Temple of Evil Hearts.

At present, the people with the highest voices are Hua Chenye, Bai Zhi, and Qiu Baihao of Qinghongmen, not Yin Jingwu.

As the minutes ticked by, most people began to write.

"My Fair Lady, Gentleman...... Good poetry, good poetry......"

"The mountain loop turns around, and there is no place for horses to travel in the snow...... Good poetry, really good poetry!"

Those Tianjiao who have written it have shown their verses in front of everyone.

"Please also ask Miss Murong for some advice!"

A Qinghongmen disciple stood up, picked up the verses in his hand, and asked Murong Yi to comment.

A large number of eyes looked over there, and it was no secret that Murong Yi was proficient in all kinds of calligraphy and painting.

"May I be like a wolf and a fox, and I will be white and ......white at night"

The people around read the verse, which immediately caused a burst of laughter.

This is a poem that shows the traces of the heart!

openly showed his love to Murong Yi, or in front of so many people.

"Peng Li, this poem is so well written, what a poem!"

Many people made a joke and openly teased Murong Yi, and he was still the first person.

May I be like a wolf and a tiger, meaning that I will become a wild wolf, and Murong Yi is a silver fox, a wild wolf with a silver fox, and the night and night streamer are white, and you can also understand the night and night sheng song.

Murong Yi's eyebrows frowned slightly, this kind of verse sounded fine, but it was filled with an obscene aura.

Everyone's eyes fell on Murong Yi's face, seeing how she commented.

"Peng Gongzi's poems are very rhyming, and if I replace them with 'May I be like the stars and the moon, and the night and night streamers will be bright', I think the poetry is more appropriate. ”

Murong Yi deliberately said that his poems rhymed, not that the poems were very good.

These are two concepts, and the rhyme can not reach the meaning of the word, as long as the rhyme is right.

A good poem must not only rhyme, but also have the right meaning to be considered superior.

Everyone was stunned, but they didn't expect Murong Yi to simply modify a few words, whether it was words or meanings, to improve several levels and become more elegant.

The stars accompany the moon, and the night and night streamers are bright, isn't this exactly the scene?

The big moon in the sky shines on the entire Dongyue Lake, and the stars are dotted, forming a scene of stars accompanied by the moon.

"Good poetry, Miss Murong is so good!"

Warm applause rang out all around, and Peng Li's poems were gradually forgotten, compared to Murong Yi's revised poems, his poems were simply stinking.

Next, there were many people who asked Murong Yi to point out the verses, and each time they could point out the problem.

made everyone's attitude towards Murong Yi more and more respectful.

Liu Wuxian was also secretly surprised, she was really a strange woman.

Not only proficient in the Bliss Music Sutra, but also knows how to read minds, and is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, this kind of woman is rare.

Most of them are made of soy sauce, and the poems written are really unsightly.

Everyone's eyes gradually fell on Yin Jingwu, and there was a fight between him and Liu Wuxie.

Bai Zhi of the Evil Heart Palace, just started to write, and the others have already finished writing.

Hua Chen Ye of Tianluo Valley opened his eyes fiercely, holding a pen, swaying freely, one by one, beautiful fonts, like a sword going sideways, leaping on the paper.

After writing, he exhaled violently.

Coherent!

Every word is like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing.

"Good word!"

The surrounding Tianluo Valley disciples applauded one after another, and the poems should not be leaked for the time being, and they will be announced after others have finished writing them.

Bai Zhi's pen walked around, and every word fell, and the paper made a rustling sound.

Yin Jingwu also wrote about it, these people are absolute standouts, and they are the most likely to win the first place.

Only Liu Wuxie looked at the lake leisurely, and his mind was not on writing poetry.

"It's raining!"

I don't know who said it, the sky began to drizzle, and with this situation, it was like a poetic picture.

Bai Zhi suddenly picked up the pen and revised a few more strokes on the original verses, which should be a temporary feeling.

"Liu Wuxie, we're all done, what are you still rubbing!"

Everyone was a little impatient, Liu Wuxian didn't start writing, and everyone was waiting for him.

Only then did he withdraw his gaze and his gaze fell on the white paper on the table.

Instead of picking up the pen, I gently grinded it.

After grinding, a black liquid appears in the middle of the inkstone.

After doing everything well, Liu Wuxian picked up the pen.

No one cared what Liu Wuxian wrote, just urging him to finish it quickly.

In everyone's opinion, Liu Wuxian lost today.

Because they have all read Yin Jingwu's poems, they are very wonderful, and it is not easy to win him.

There is only one person who has been silently staring at Liu Wuxie, and that is Murong Yi.

The beautiful eyes moved with Liu Wuxie's wrist.

Every word, vigorous and powerful, when the pen stroke crosses the paper, there is a faint impact sound, the force penetrates the back of the paper, the weight of one point of paper will be broken, and the light one point cannot reach three points into the wood.

Like a pen walking dragon snake, like a frightened dragon, every word, like a dragon flying and phoenix dancing, this is the real iron painting silver hook.

The technique is smooth, without any mud and water, and every word seems to be tempered thousands of times in my mind.

At the beginning, no one cared, and most of everyone's eyes looked at Murong Yi and admired her peerless appearance.

Although it is covered by a light veil, it does not hinder everyone from watching.

found that she had been silently watching Liu Wuxie, and everyone shifted their attention to Liu Wuxie.

"What a delicate brushwork!"

It's not clear what Liu Wuxian wrote, but his technique is eye-catching.

Every stroke falls, as if it were natural.

"Look around him!"

Someone let out an exclamation.

Around Liu Wuxie, a stream of air was formed, like words, floating above Liu Wuxie's head, constantly circling.

It's hard to tell what these words are, because they're constantly changing shape.

"The dragon and snake are flying, and he actually deduces the vision of heaven and earth!"

Hua Chenye let out a low cry, this is the highest level of poetry.

When writing poetry, the highest level resonates with heaven and earth.

Liu Wuxian actually did it, it was incredible.

The people who mocked Liu Wuxian just now closed their mouths one after another, as if they had eaten a stinky duck egg.

That taste, it speaks for itself.

Murong Yi's eyes emitted a fine light.

"This is impossible, is it wrong, seeing that he is not yet twenty years old, how can it resonate with heaven and earth. ”

Many people are not convinced, believing that it is just a coincidence.

A good hand of words needs to be tempered over many years, rather than overnight.

This is the same as cultivating martial arts.

No one can master an extremely superb martial art in a day.

The same goes for calligraphy.

"Maybe he's out of shit luck!"

I have to admit that when Liu Wuxian wrote, he definitely had the demeanor of a master, and the whole person was silent in his own world.

The expression on his face is no longer green, but dignified, like an old and serious elder.

When the last word fell, the air currents surrounding Liu Wuxian instantly turned into mist and disappeared without a trace.

Liu Wuxian was unconscious, and gently put down the pen, and his poem was finished.

Most of the people's poems have been known, and they have been commented on by Murong Yi.

There are only a few people left, and it has not yet been announced.

"Miss Murong, please give me some advice!"

Bai Zhi stood up, picked up the verse on the table, stretched out his hand and threw it, floating in the air.

Thousands of meters apart, you can see it clearly with your divine sense.

Those people on the shore did not leave for a long time, and gathered more and more.

"Jun asked that the return date is not due, and the rain rises in the autumn pool on a moonlit night. Why should he cut the candles in the west window, but when it rains at night in Bashan!"

The people around him read it word for word.

The sound was loud and spread throughout every corner of the boat.

"Good poetry, really good poetry!"

Whether it is the painting boat or the Dongting Lake, they are all admiring this poem.

Whether it is a person or a scene, the description is very apt.

Especially in the first sentence, he implicitly asked Murong Yi when the two would meet, and the second sentence was about Dongyue Lake, and it was drizzling in the sky again.

At this moment, it is autumn, and the lake is rising, which just confirms the autumn pond of the rain on a moonlit night.

The third sentence is even more clear, why should you cut the candles in the west window, this is the meaning of double rest and double flying.

The last sentence is a rhyme, enjoy the scenery and rain together.

Most of the poems tonight are basically like Murong Xiangbai.

Such a peerless beauty, coupled with the mysterious Yipinxuan, who can marry, wouldn't it be able to be on an equal footing with the ten major sects.

No wonder so many people flock to it.

Yipinxuan has a strong background, and Murong Yi is the owner of Yipinxuan, coupled with his stunning appearance, no one can resist.

"Bai Gongzi deserves to be one of the four great talents of Ninghai City, and he writes very well!" Murong Yi praised again and again, compared to others, at least he wrote not very explicitly.

"It's my honor to be able to enter Miss Murong's eyes!"

Bai Zhi bent down slightly, and the verses floating in the void landed on Murong Yi's table.

If you accept it, it means accepting his affection.