"The spring breeze in February is like scissors!"

Situ Xing's voice was very soft, but in the ears of everyone, it was like Huang Zhong Dalu, and like a steel wire, soaring into the sky...

The tone in the air has undergone an earth-shattering reversal.

The original six-inch literary tone, because of this sentence, suddenly burst out, like a fountain soaring into the sky.

Seven inches!

Eight inches!

Narushu...

The pinnacle of Narushu...

Rumble!

With the tumbling of the literary tone, a golden dragon suddenly appeared in the air...

This long dragon is vivid, whether it is scales and claws, or horned whiskers, it seems, and there is no difference between it and the dragon clan in the deep sea...

However, this long dragon has empty eyes.

After looking closely, I found that this long dragon had no eyes.

It is precisely because of this that the long dragon, which was originally amazing, turned out to be like a loach without muscles and bones, lying there softly, without the slightest anger.

People have souls!

Poetry also has a poetic soul!

This is the poetic soul of "Yongliu"...

It is precisely because of this that everyone once thought that although Situ Xing's poems were fresh, they were definitely not of high rank.

At least it can't surpass the "Spring Resentment" treasured by the Confucian Mansion.

However, no one expected that with the reading of the last line of the poem...

The mood of the whole psalm has become completely different, and even sublimated.

And the soft and collapsed, without any breath of the long dragon, also got the finishing touch, as if it had life in an instant, and suddenly became vivid...

"This!"

"This is the finishing touch of the legend?"

"Strong!"

"It's too strong!"

"It's a good one to suppress first and then to promote, is this the strength of Situ Zhenguo?"

Feeling the change of poetry and the tumbling of the literary tone, everyone's eyes showed a look of shock.

However, what shocked them even more was still to come, as the last line of the poem was recited, the literary atmosphere that had accumulated in the air for a long time suddenly erupted like a fountain.

And it is like a bamboo, breaking through the nine-inch mark.

Nine inches!

Zhenguo!

Everyone was stunned and looked at everything in front of them, how could this be?

Is this the town?

Not only did Kong Xiangdong and others not believe it, but even the most calm public jaw opened his mouth slightly.

When did Zhenguo's poems become so worthless?

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

。。。。

North County, Zhibei County, Montenegro County, Surabaya County...

It's not just the North County area!

Even Lingzhou, Bazhou, and even Shendu have sensed it...

Countless literati subconsciously looked up, only to see a huge bronze bell, windless and automatic, and made a heavy sound...

Some people shook their heads, as if they were jokingly saying: "The copper collapse of the West Mountain, the spirit bell should be in the east... ”

However, more people are an encouragement, because they know that there is only one reason why this phenomenon can happen, and that is that someone has written Zhenguo poems.

This is an unprecedented good thing for the great cadres and the human race.

It is precisely because of this that whether it is an old man or an immature boy, there is excitement and joy on his face...

The bells of the Temple of Literature rang one after another, and the loud sound, even above the water, was clearly audible.

It also confirms the grade of Situ's article from the side.

"How is this possible?"

"It's really a ninth-order town... ”

"This!"

"This!"

Listening to the bell close to his ears, the catfish general's eyes couldn't help but protrude, and his face showed disbelief.

He never thought that Situ Xing, who seemed to have fallen into a desperate situation, would be able to make a strong comeback under such unfavorable conditions, and what he didn't expect was...

Situ Xing really has the ability to put the finishing touch.

With that, endless fear welled up in his heart.

Zhen Guo poems, moreover, are also Wing Chun poems that praise spring...

It will definitely rejuvenate the heavens and the earth, and at that time, even if he has the Frost Orb, I am afraid he will not be able to resist...

Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked down.

Fortunately, the frost orb still maintains its original appearance, as if it has not been affected by the poetry of Zhenguo at all...

However, before he could put his heart in his stomach.

A warm current swept overhead...

The wind is very soft, very weak, blowing on people's faces, as soft as a feather, and there is an indescribable warmth, whether it is a spirit or a human race, they all subconsciously close their eyes... Some people gently stirred their noses because they were in the warm wind, smelling the smell of spring.

Not only that, but those white ice surfaces also began to melt in the spring breeze, although the spring breeze was not very strong, but everywhere it passed, there was a spring full of spring...

"Withdraw!"

"Withdraw!"

"Be sure to keep the Frost Orb. ”

Thinking of this, the catfish general turned around without any hesitation, protected the frost orb with his palm, and shot towards the rear.

He wants to take advantage of the spring breeze, and he has not yet melted the frost orb and left early...

He had a good idea.

However, how could Si Tu Xing make him happy?

Before the catfish general left, the spring breeze in the air suddenly split into two streams, wrapped in emerald green and slender willow leaves, and turned into a huge pair of scissors.

is also in response to that sentence, the spring breeze in February is like scissors!

Click!

Click!

Click!

Although the wind is very soft, and the willow leaves are also very soft, the scissors they form are surprisingly sharp.

Not only foreign objects, spirits, were stabbed in two, but even the space was cut to pieces, revealing black space fragments...

"This!"

"This!"

It looks like two dragons, and the spring breeze is heavily cut off.

The catfish general's face couldn't help but show a little horror, and he subconsciously put up the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, wanting to use the hardness of the divine soldier to block the coming of the spring breeze...

However, he really underestimated the spring breeze scissors.

Or maybe he is too underestimated, the Ninth Order Town National Poem!

With the blessing of the air in the air, the spring breeze is surprisingly sharp...

Even if the catfish general uses up all the solutions of his body, he will inevitably be cut into two pieces in the end...

The catfish general's eyes were wide open, and he looked at his flesh in disbelief.

To this day, he still doesn't believe it, and he was cut in two by Situ like this...

He didn't believe that the scissors formed by the spring breeze and willow leaves could be so sharp...

However, the foul-smelling blood broke through some kind of restraint and gushed out like a fountain, not only soaking the ground, but also making the surroundings hot...

The frost orb he swore to defend to the death also floated gently, was pulled by some kind of force, and disappeared into the hands of Situ Xing.

The catfish general's eyes bulged out, and he looked at Si Tu Xing with an unwilling face.

But no matter how unwilling he is, there is no way...

destined to make a wedding dress for someone else...

Because the timid old turtle hid in the silt of the river embankment, and it was precisely because of this that he was lucky enough to pick up a life...

I saw that he kept shaking his head, kept sighing, and said like a person who came over:

Still young!

The mouth is hairless...

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