"Haoran's qi, what kind of haoran qi?" Lin Feng hurriedly asked the old man beside him.

"You haven't even heard of Haoran's Qi, have you?" the old man asked rhetorically, frowning slightly.

"Uh...... Not really. Lin Feng honestly admitted.

"Young man, after all, he is a young man!" With a slight smile, the old man immediately began to explain to Lin Feng, "Let me tell you, the so-called Haoran Qi is the breath of the laws of literature and Taoism that overflows on the paper when Wen Xiu writes poems!"

"It's hard to explain to you in a few words. ”

"But you'll see it later. You must know that several of the people who came to participate in the poetry meeting this time are well-known talents!"

"The poems they have written have no problem in arousing the spirit of Haoran!"

"Especially Mr. Zheng Feng from Qingjiacheng, his poems are exquisite......"

............

The old man's explanation, listening to Lin Feng's explanation, was a little foggy, and he still didn't understand what the so-called Haoran Qi was.

However, there was one thing he heard!

When a powerful writer composes poetry, there is bound to be a reaction!

At the very least, it can induce the aura of Haoran!

"Wen Xiu, it seems to be a little interesting!" his eyes narrowed slightly, and Lin Feng was looking forward to the other Wen Xiu's poems in the future.

"Everyone, the second one, I'm coming!" After the yellow-robed Wenxiu left the scene, another gray-robed Wenxiu slowly walked to the long table in the middle of the lawn, ready to pick up a pen and compose a poem.

"My poem, entitled "Dusk", everyone listen!" Soon, the gray-robed Wen Xiu began to recite the poem aloud.

Of course, he put more of his mind on the pen in his hand.

簌簌, 簌簌.

The gray-robed man who was writing sprinkled with joy and writing chanted poems one after another, but he still failed to arouse much reaction from everyone present.

There is no doubt that this poem of his is also particularly ordinary.

After a long time.

Seeing that one of his poems was written, he did not breed even a little bit of heroic energy, and the gray-robed man immediately left with a disgraced face, and he didn't want to be embarrassed anymore.

"At this level, you dare to write poems in Miss Zhao's poetry club?"

"It's too watery, these two people are too watery!"

"I can't even write Haoran righteousness, what kind of literary cultivation is it!"

............

For a while, bursts of disdain erupted on the lawn.

"It's really miserable!" After swallowing a mouthful of Panlong meat, Lin Feng secretly sighed in his heart, "If you don't write well, you will be ridiculed like this!"

"Still, that's fine. ”

"With these two lessons from the past, if the people behind don't have some strength, I'm afraid they won't go up easily!"

"In other words, any Wen Xiu who will play next is bound to have some ability!"

"Then, there should be a good show!"

Lin Feng was muttering in his heart, and soon there was another middle-aged man with a big belly, who walked to the long table with confidence.

"He, it seems that he is Mr. Liu Zhong from Kawabata Castle?" In the lawn, someone immediately recognized him, "Although his literary talent is not high, it should not be a problem to write Haoran's spirit." ”

"Oh?" Hearing this, Lin Feng immediately raised his eyes and stared away.

I saw the bloated Liu Zhong, and after bowing slightly to Zhao Ling and others, he didn't bother anymore and began to write his poems directly.

Buzz –

Just when Liu Zhong finished writing the first line, it was extremely miraculous that a small wisp of white holiness gushed out from the white paper!

"This is the aura of Haoran?Wen Xiu can really write the aura of Haoran when he writes a poem?" Lin Feng stared closely at the wisp of holy white qi, and his heart was particularly shocked, "Interesting, interesting, really interesting...... I just don't know, what is the use of this majestic qi?"

For Wen Xiu, Lin Feng really has too much curiosity.

Because in his opinion, Wen Xiu didn't have any combat power at all!

Therefore, he really wanted to know what was so outstanding about Wen Xiu, who could be ranked among the five cultivators of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds and the Endless Universe!

............

Half a minute later.

Liu Zhong's poem "Remnant Sun" was finally written.

"Hey......" Glancing at the few wisps of aura surrounding the white paper, Liu Zhong sighed lightly, seemingly a little dissatisfied.

"It's a pity for Liu Zhong to pass by with a reward of millions of Huaxia coins!" At this time, the old man beside Lin Feng spoke again.

"Oh?" Lin Feng's brows furrowed suddenly, and he couldn't help but think in his heart, "It seems that writing Haoran Qi is just a basic requirement, and it can't be regarded as outstanding literary talent!"

It didn't take long for Liu Zhong to leave the long table gloomily, while the poetry meeting continued smoothly.

"Ordinary, very ordinary. ”

"It's just a little wisp of Haoran's breath? It's too mediocre!"

The idea of this poem is a little interesting, but it is still almost hot. ”

............

More than a dozen poems in a row, the response was mediocre, and there were no eye-catching poems.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my song "Sunset on the Hidden Mountain" has been conceived and is ready to be ugly!"

In the midst of applause, an elegant middle-aged man wearing glasses walked slowly to the middle of the lawn.

"This seems to be, Mr. Jiaoyue of Ruan Huacheng?" The old man beside Lin Feng suddenly looked at him, "Finally, there is a powerful character who is about to play!"

"It seems that this Wen Xiu is very strong?" Lin Feng could obviously feel the respect of everyone present for the elegant middle-aged man, so he hurriedly raised his spirit and stared at each other carefully.

In the midst of everyone's expectations, the elegant Mr. Jiaoyue stood proudly at the table, picked up the pen and began to sway the ink.

At the same time, there are words in his mouth: "There are many sunsets in the mountains, and the people are sparse and the grass ......is far away."

Buzz, buzz.

When his pen fell, a dazzling white light burst out, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

The aura of Haoran, rolling and surging, illuminates the entire lawn area.

"It is worthy of being Ruan Huacheng's first literary cultivator, and his literary talent is really extraordinary!"

"This majestic aura is so magnificent!"

"It's so dazzling! It's so dazzling!

............

Before a poem was finished, everyone present praised Mr. Jiaoyue again and again.

Even Miss Zhao Ling kept nodding her head, obviously speaking highly of this poem.

簌簌, 簌簌.

Mr. Jiao Yue's pen walks the dragon and snake, and a poem is completed in a blink of an eye.

When the poem was written, the majestic spirit on the white paper rose violently into the sky, and the white light was shining brightly.

"Good!"

Everyone applauded and complimented.

At the same time, just listening to the sound of "whew", a strong wind blew on the lawn for no reason, blowing many people's clothes gently swinging.

In the strong wind, there is also a trace of wet rain.

"The pen is stormy!" someone in the crowd immediately exclaimed.

At the same moment, many people present cast envious glances at Mr. Jiaoyue, and all of them were amazed.