Wu Liang naturally didn't know that he had become a source of happiness for everyone, and if he knew, I don't know if he would go crazy......

But the happy time of not knowing about it will pass quickly.

Because they've come to the second level.

Wu Liang's score in the last level was Ding, which is almost equivalent to just passing.

And Bai Kuang's score is B.

It's a little unfair to say, but there's no way, who made Wu Liang not look good at the test papers?

This thing, what I am most afraid of is comparison, in fact, Bai Kuang's B is not very high, but with Wu Liang as a comparison, Bai Yutang's heart has an indescribable joy.

There is a feeling that the loss that has just been suffered and the revenge has returned.

It's such a feeling!

Bai Yutang's heart was as happy as if he had eaten chilled watermelon on a June day.

Of course, his face didn't show any indifference, as if Wu Liang and Bai Kuang's results had not affected him.

This kind of pretending skill, if Wu Liang sees it, he will definitely be ashamed.

It's a pity that there are always many regrets in this world, and many interesting things are slowly missed at this time.

......

Isn't that a question for me to pretend?

Wu conscience turned a hundred times in the next time, like this, if you don't come up with a famous poem that has been passed down through the ages, wouldn't it be a big loss?

Write a poem about missing your family......

Wu Liang fell into deep thought, which one is better?

Wu Liang didn't start writing here, and Bai Kuang was also thinking hard, after all, he wasn't good at poetry!

For a while, the scene calmed down, and only a few people present were secretly cheering for them.

After thinking for a while, Bai Kuang still wrote a poem.

It's just that Wu Liang hasn't started writing yet.

I'll go, can he still do it?

Hua Yang'an thought about this question in his heart, and couldn't help but show an anxious look on his face.

Qi cultivation kung fu is not yet at home.

You look at Hua Longyu, although he is also anxious in his heart, but his face does not show any emotion.

Therefore, Hua Yangan still has to cultivate well.

It's just that why Wu Liang is reluctant to write?

......

Wu Liang had actually quickly chosen the poems he wanted to copy.

But in fact, there is a difference between poetry and poetry.

Comparatively speaking, poetry is more difficult to copy.

Because in the cloud stack fantasy world, it is actually very harsh, he does not ask you to write poems on paper, but uses the heart as ink, and the meaning that the poem wants to express is actually from the heart.

It's not like you can write two sentences on that piece of paper, and if you just copy and don't pay attention to the meaning, you can't write a word at all.

It is precisely because Wu Liang understands such a profound meaning that he is reluctant to write.

The poems of longing for relatives are easy to write, from ancient times to the present, sadness has always been the main theme of literary works, and even more, tragedy is eternal.

Therefore, acacia, as a feeling with a touch of sadness, is engraved in the history of poetry and literature of the Chinese nation.

Homesickness, homesickness, homesickness......

This kind of lovesickness is like an efficient catalyst that gave birth to this pearl in the history of poetry.

Wu Liang closed his eyes gently, trying to find the kind of state of mind with a touch of sadness but open-mindedness.

The figure of a man gradually became clear from the bottom of his heart......

I haven't been thinking about this person for a long time, Wu Liang thought he had forgotten.

Unexpectedly, at this time, she came out to make trouble again......

The corners of Wu Liang's mouth hooked up a smile, he opened his eyes, the pen and ink in his hand were self-generated, Wu Liang put down the pen and wrote five words on the paper: When is the bright moon!

The pen is down!

When the cloud stack illusion was neutral, a full moon appeared, hanging in the sky, the sky instantly darkened, and only the moon sprinkled a ray of clear light, reflecting on Wu Liang's body!

"Fantasy Poetry!" He Shengming couldn't help but exclaim when he saw such a scene, "There is a masterpiece about to be born!"

"Fantasy Poetry?" Hua Longyu was stunned and asked the doubts in the hearts of everyone present, "What's going on?"

"When someone makes a masterpiece in the cloud stack fantasy, the illusion will automatically interpret the scene in it according to the content of the poem. I haven't seen this in 30 years. He Shengming's eyes were full of emotion.

"Thirty years, could it be that someone wrote such a masterpiece in the Cloud Stack Fantasy Realm thirty years ago?" Bai Yutang became curious, after all, it was a matter of literati.

"That's right, that's a young man, speaking of the same generation as you, you should also know him, his name is Yang Wenjie. ”

"Yang Wenjie, could it be the Yang Tingxiu who broke the 100,000-strong army of the Qiang State with the body of a scholar?" Hua Longyu was shocked inexplicably, even if he was a martial artist, he had heard of Yang Wenjie's name, and he suppressed the Qiang State for decades with the body of a scholar, until now his name is still able to stop the existence of children's night crying.

There are even generals of the Qiang State who have said that Yang Wenjie is not dead, and the Qiang State does not dare to step into the Great Yuan!

Few people can make civil officials and military generals admire together, but this Yang Wenjie is one.

"That's him. He Shengming smiled and said with emotion, "His song "Xiao Chi" made me ashamed of myself, this quatrain is really unique!"

Everyone can be said to have refreshed their impression of He Shengming's cloud stack illusion, which is really a little scary!

Unexpectedly, even people like Yang Tingxiu had entered the Cloud Stack Illusion Realm......

Everyone looked at Wu Liang in the light curtain......

Is this also a hand-me-down poem?

Wu Liang naturally didn't know what was happening outside, and his mood was now completely immersed in this poem.

Under the splash of ink, Wu Liang even felt that his handwriting had become a little more pleasing to the eye.

With Wu Liang's splash of ink, a poem gradually poured out slowly under his hands, and under the background of the moonlight, the white rice paper and black ink marks were covered with a layer of silver light, giving people a sense of mystery.

In a moment, Wu Liang had already completed the first half of the word, and after thinking slowly, Wu Liang put down the pen, and the scene changed instantly.

[Zhuge, low Qihu, according to the sleepless ......]

Then the scene of the Heavenly Palace gradually turned, and slowly disappeared along Wu Liang's brushstrokes.

A full moon appeared in the sky again, and it was still that ray of clear light, still sprinkled on Wu Liang's body.

Gradually, a figure appeared in the full moon!

It's just vague, I can't see clearly, I don't even know if it's a man or a woman, it's just a shadow......

Wu Liang gently shook the brush and wrote the last line: [I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. 】

Then he put his pen down lightly, looked at the sky, and his mouth moved.

Looking at the lip shape, he said, "Don't worry about me, you can go back, goodbye." ”

After Wu Liang's words were finished, the shadow slowly disappeared, and in the next second, the illusion also disappeared.