"Ten thousand strands hang down ten thousand silks!"

Situ Xing's mouth opened slightly, and the words seemed to be squeezed out of the gap between his teeth, but they were surprisingly clear, and with his words, more willow sticks fell.

Countless green points of light, like elves, and like catkins flying in the air, make the whole space full of vitality.

Nourished by these green vitality, the soldiers, who were already seriously wounded, began to miraculously recover.

In the open wound, granulations grew one by one, and began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. People who are slightly injured become alive in an instant...

"What is this?"

"It's life!"

"What a lot of life!"

Feeling the air, as if the essence of vitality, everyone's eyes couldn't help but open, and their faces showed surprise.

The tone of the poetry symbolized in the air has increased sharply by an inch!

Three inches!

Out of the county poems!

If it is an ordinary person, it will be ecstatic to be able to make a county poem, after all, this is only two sentences...

Later, there are two more sentences.

If the later poems can maintain such a level, or exceed, they will definitely be able to surpass the county, or even become the poems of the county...

But who is the stubber?

That's Situ Zhenguo.

The poems he made are all beyond the existence of the poems of the county. Moreover, he had already made a wild promise just now.

If there is no way to make poems that surpass "Spring Resentment", you will inevitably be slapped in the face.

Moreover, the most important thing is that although all of Situ's poems have not been recited at all, there is no trace of spring...

Could it be that the sentence has been abandoned?

It stands to reason that it shouldn't!

Who doesn't know the name of Situ's poems?

It is precisely because of this understanding.

That's why everyone looked at Situ with a strange gaze, and some people began to gloat, of course, there were not no loyal protectors among them.

I can't wait to replace him.

However, the way of poetry is like a person drinking water, knowing whether he is warm or cold. Even if someone wants to help, there's no way ...

For the thoughts of the people, the sentence was not taken to heart, because the human heart is the most unpredictable.

All he had to do now was to repeat the last two sentences in full.

Yes, it is retelling, for others, writing poetry is an extremely difficult thing, but for Si Tuxing, it is extremely simple.

Of course, this is not to say that Si Tu can do whatever he wants, without any scruples.

If you want to write a poem about the country, you must understand the truth contained in it...

Understand the author's state of mind at that time.

Only in this way can resonance be formed. Thus stimulating the tone ...

。。。

Looking at the thin Wen Qi in the air, and the Wen Si who is less than three inches!

General Catfish's eyes couldn't help but show a little disdain, and at the same time, his evaluation of Situ was also a lot lower...

Unexpectedly, the sentence of the talented man Si who has been circulating in the outside world for a long time turned out to be such a good thing.

It's obviously a guy who is strong on the outside.。。。

This "Yongliu" not only has no spring characters in the whole article, but also has only three inches of literary thought!

Even if the latter two sentences have the finishing touch, I am afraid it will be difficult to surpass the former's "Spring Resentment".

How can such poems and articles melt 800 miles of ice?

I'm afraid that after today, even if Situ is immortal, he will become a laughing stock in the literary world...

And his own name will also spread throughout the entire North County and even Daqian with this incident. . .

Thinking of this, the catfish general's breathing suddenly became rapid.

"Little ones!"

"Tidy up your clothes and armor, and accompany Ben to kill together!"

"Ben is going to let the actual action deter the enemy!"

"General!"

"That sentence, there are still two quatrains that have not yet been sung, and if you attack rashly at this time, I am afraid it is not a matter of pointing at it!"

Looking at the catfish general who was carried away by the victory, the civil official in a turtle shell hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him.

"Turtle Cheng!"

"Do you think that at this time, Si Tu's sentence can still be reversed?"

"Or do you think that the three-inch Wenquan of Situ can break through the nine-inch against the sky, and the Wensi Spring can't do it?"

Listening to the blockade of the turtle shell spirit, the catfish general's strange eyes couldn't help but roll, and asked sarcastically.

"This!"

Listening to the catfish general's questioning, the face of the turtle shell spirit couldn't help but stagnate. There was even more scorn in his eyes.

Although he is not a Terran, he also has a deep understanding of poetry.

If you want to rely on the last two sentences to raise the three-inch tone to nine inches, the difficulty is probably no less than ascending to the sky.

Moreover, the most important thing is that Situ Xing's poems, even if they don't reach the meaning at all, if they go on like this, even if he can really defy the sky, it will be a failure...

It is precisely because of this that the turtle shell spirit subconsciously closed its mouth.

But, for some reason, there is still a little jealousy in his heart...

"General!"

"After all, this matter is related to the great affairs of Long Jun... ”

Looking at the turtle shell spirit with a cautious face, the catfish general's eyes couldn't help but show a little helplessness.

This old turtle is good at everything, but he is too timid.

Too cautious, don't dare to venture into anything...

It is precisely because of this that even if he has a high level of cultivation, he can only succumb to endure...

However, the catfish general still listened to the old turtle's opinion, after all, as he said, this matter is related to the important affairs of the Dragon Monarch, and it must not be lost...

Just when everyone was holding their breath and concentrating, Situ Xing's third sentence blurted out instantly.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves?

Wonderful!

Wonderful!

With Situ's words, the scene suddenly became vivid, and willow leaves fell from the sky...

There are also countless wickers spitting out young leaves.

The whole air, countless vitality, as if it were substance...

Even the whole big ship is wrapped in rich vitality, countless small, round, like bubbles of vitality up and down...

The big ship, which was originally a little damaged, began to repair itself little by little in the power of poetry.

The huge crack began to wriggle, and the small crack was repaired directly, as if it was not injured at all, and it was smooth as a mirror.

However, the most striking change is still the atmosphere of the sky.

was originally only three inches of literary tone, but under the effect of the third line of poetry, it was actually raised by a verse out of thin air!

And, at a speed visible to the naked eye, it keeps climbing...

Four inches!

Five inches!

Six inches!

。。。。

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

As the aura climbed, the vision in the air became more and more intense, and the green light turned into slender willow leaves...

Like jasper, like an elf, it keeps flying in the air.

Everywhere you go, whether it's a big ship or a space, it's all a turquoise color...

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