The sound of chanting and crying ghosts lingered in everyone's ears, which was extremely shocking.

It is the poem that weeps ghosts and gods!

However, in the eyes of everyone, there was not much surprise.

The reason is very simple, for a great Confucian, it is inevitable that a poem will fall into a storm and a poem will cry ghosts and gods!

If this can't be done, then there is no face to be named a great Confucian at all!

The poem has been completed, but now everyone is staring at the rice paper, looking forward to the next development.

There is no doubt that everyone is waiting for Jiang Rumo's pen to fall!

As we all know, the poetry and Taoism of the great Confucians have always been extremely simple.

What to fight? The condensed meteorological combat power!

This is the most intuitive!

Whoever is better in literature and Taoism will undoubtedly be stronger in poetry!

Therefore, everyone is waiting for the condensation of this "Wine Fight" at the moment!

Rumble!

In the surging righteousness, a sudden burst of shock.

Immediately after, a cloud of mist rose, and then a bald man who looked like a monk appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Meteorology, condensation!

"This momentum is very good!" Lin Feng's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

"Yes, yes, yes, but ......" Zhao Ling shook his head again and again, "It's just like that, but it's far from enough!"

"Poetry is far from enough?" Hearing this, Lin Feng was slightly stunned.

"Mr. Lin Feng, you don't know anything! The power of meteorology is also divided into three, six, nine and so on. Zhao Ling sighed and said, "Mr. Jiang Rumo's temperament, I'm afraid it's only the weakest one!"

"Meteorology, there are also three, six, nine, etc.?" Lin Feng nodded slowly, thoughtful in his heart.

"Mr. Jiang is really powerful, he can condense the weather casually!"

"You, what a fuss! Actually, this is nothing at all, every Confucian can do it!"

"This kind of weather, our Mr. Hua won't pay attention to it at all, right?"

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

At the same time, a heated discussion broke out in Qianquan Square.

There are praises, there are belittlements, there are ridicules, and there are envy...... In short, everyone has a different opinion on Jiang Rumo's "Wine Fighting".

Of course, the dinner continues, and so does the fight.

After Jiang Rumo led his weather to the side, a middle-aged beauty who looked plump and quite dignified walked slowly to the Zinanmu table.

"I've seen you, I'm Shen Yue'e, a Thousand Springs Star. The voice of the middle-aged beautiful woman immediately spread throughout the square.

"It seems that this Shen Yue'e is another great Confucian on our Thousand Springs Planet!" Lin Feng, who was sitting next to Zhao Ling, took a sip of wine and muttered in a low voice, "Let's see if this great Confucian condensed will be stronger than Jiang Rumo's!"

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......

Half an hour later.

The whole Qianquan Square is incomparably bright by the aura of Haoran, as if it were daytime.

During this time, the three great Confucians of Qianquan Star completed their poems one after another, and each of them condensed the atmosphere.

However, Zhao Ling, who is quite proficient in Wendao matters, has always had an ugly face.

As for the reason, Lin Feng on the side also saw a little bit.

It's very simple, the momentum of those three statues is roughly the same!

In other words, the atmosphere condensed by the three great Confucians all belongs to the weakest level of meteorology!

If it is a confrontation with the weather of Huaqiu, it will be vulnerable at all, and it will be an absolute defeat!

However, the matter has come to this point, Zhao Ling can only sigh, and can't think of any way.

After all, those three great Confucians can already be regarded as the top Confucians on the Thousand Springs Planet, and all of them have gone all out.

"Hey......" After a deep sigh in his heart, the master of Qianquan in the high position gradually moved his gaze to Huaqiu.

Seeing that Hua Qiu was in high spirits at this time, he instantly understood that this literary fight, his Thousand Springs Planet was afraid that it was going to be defeated!

"That's it, that's it!" Eventually, Master Qianquan smiled bitterly helplessly, as if he had already decided what the next outcome would be.

"Since the three of Qianquan Xing have already completed the poem, then, now it's my turn!" Under the gaze of countless people, Hua Qiu slowly got up, and then swept to the Zinanmu table with a "whoosh".

"Mr. Huaqiu is here!"

"Hehe, once Mr. Huaqiu's poems come out, they are incomparable!"

"This time, our Sirius is going to have a big face!"

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

At this moment, countless cheers rang out, and the high-level leaders of the Sirius Xuanyue Division were all extremely excited.

As for the expressions of the people in Qianquan Star, that can naturally be imagined......

"My poem, called "Drunk"!"

Huaqiu's loud cheers instantly spread in all directions, causing Qianquan Square to suddenly fall silent.

The next moment, Hua Qiu put a pen on the rice paper, and the dragon and snake flew.

While writing, chanting aloud:

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The title of red leaves is clear and the royal ditch is clear, and the yellow flower people are drunk and singing.

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The first sentence is completed, and the spirit of Haoran is accompanied by the pen.

One after another, the majestic aura instantly illuminated the square dazzlingly.

At the same time, the wind and rain suddenly rose, and the devil cried endlessly.

The pen falls into a storm, and the poem becomes a crying ghost!

For Huaqiu, it was a breeze.

Huaqiu did not stop writing, and continued to wave "swish".

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The sky is long and the geese are sparse, the moon sets and the mountains are thin, and it is deserted and clear in autumn.

The declining willows and cicadas are sad, who is willing to teach white clothes to send wine?

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And at this time, in all the Wendao Academies on the Thousand Springs Star, the statues of those ancient saints and sages who had stood for many years began to tremble violently.

Each one of them shook violently, as if they were collectively chanting a shocking poem!

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

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After a trembling of all the statues, huge phantoms eerily emerged, and finally rushed into Qianquan Square and disappeared into Huaqiu's pen.

"Look! That's the phantom of the deceased Red Maple Confucian!"

"This is the phantom of Mr. Joe, I had the pleasure of meeting him many years ago!"

"This one, it seems to be Mr. Zhou Yuan? He is a generation of Confucianism!"

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

In the midst of thousands of exclamations and admiration, more and more Confucian phantoms went straight to Qianquan Square and disappeared into the poems of Huaqiu.

"What's going on?" Lin Feng at this moment had too much confusion in his heart.

"These phantoms are the spirit of Confucianism. Zhao Ling on the side explained, "The so-called Hongru Qi is actually the owner of the statue, a wisp of spiritual will condensed by the laws of literature and Taoism after death. ”

This wisp of spiritual will is sealed in the statue all year round. ”

"Only when a stunning work comes out can it attract the spirit of these Confucians!"

"And the weather with the blessing of Confucianism is stronger than the ordinary weather!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Ling's expression was already very sentimental, and he sighed: "This time, we Qianquanxing are only afraid that we will be defeated!"