The sound of wind and rain, the cry of ghosts, the sound of praise, the sound of exclamation......

Looking at the clouds of righteousness still endlessly rolling out of the paper, everyone in the city was convinced. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

What is a gap?

That's the gap!

Poetry into weeping ghosts and gods!

Liang Feng's level of literature and Taoism completely crushed the audience!

Even the poems that pierce the intestines have to be overshadowed.

Around the banquet hall, there was a lot of noise, and everyone present was moved.

"Today is an eye-opener!"

"Yes, poetry becomes a weeping ghost and god! This kind of literary brilliance may also be called a great Confucian in Xiaoxiang Academy!"

"It seems that this time the poetry fight is going to end successfully!"

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

And just as Liang Feng put down the pen and paper, gently brushed his sleeves, and was about to return to his position, Lin Chen raised his head.

His bright eyes were full of anticipation.

"Wait!" Lin Chen smiled and raised his voice, "Lord Observer, I still have a poem, please write it!"

Everyone froze.

Everyone has already "become a ghost and god in poetry", do you still want to go up and embarrass people?

Everyone showed surprise and puzzlement, and there was a trace of pity and mockery in the eyes of many people.

"This stunned young man thinks that if he wins the pair and pierces the intestines, he will be invincible?" Qi Jing smiled contemptuously and said secretly proudly, "Writing poetry is not a pair! You wait, maybe you can't even show Haoran's righteousness later, then we will laugh off our big teeth!"

Under the bright moon.

The sound of wind and rain and the sound of devil crying still fill everyone's ears.

Liang Feng stood beside the desk with his hands in his hands, his eyes were calm, and he said lightly: "Please!"

"Okay!" Lin Chen breathed a sigh of relief, met everyone's eyes, and groaned.

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Falling flowers and night rain say cold food, dust fragrance tomorrow city south Mo. The jade is wet and obliquely red, and the tears are tens of thousands of heavy.

The wounded spring head is white, and the spring comes and goes like a guest. People are thin and green, and the days are long and the curtain is in the shadow.

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Lin Chen groaned, and Liang Feng wrote.

As soon as his words fell, the pen in Liang Feng's hand also stopped.

Everyone's eyes widened, staring at the ordinary piece of paper under Liang Feng's pen, wanting to see if there would be any heroic righteousness.

"Boom!"

On the paper, in the blink of an eye, it was full of light, shining in all directions of the banquet hall.

The mighty righteousness that surged out was like the light of the sun, instantly whitening everything around, making the hall as bright as day.

The heroic righteousness that Liang Feng's poems showed just now was also completely engulfed by this white light.

Everyone was stunned, looking at what was happening in front of them, and forgot to speak.

"This poem is so strong!" Liang Feng was the first person to give praise, he was in the midst of the rolling Haoran righteousness, and he personally experienced the huge power contained in this poem.

However, the pen fell without storm!

Shicheng didn't cry ghosts and gods!

"Nothing?" Liang Feng wondered for a while, and his heart suddenly jumped, "Could it be ......?"

Suddenly, a surging murderous aura rushed out of the paper he put down and filled the banquet room.

As soon as the murderous spirit came out, the audience was shocked. Everyone felt this killing intent, and their hearts trembled.

Just when everyone is puzzled.

"Boom!"

On the paper, countless clouds suddenly rushed out.

In the mist, there stood a towering figure.

This is a burly general with an incomparably cold face. He held a long blade in his hand, raised his knife, and squinted at the front of him.

Under the knife, the wind and rain suddenly stopped.

Under the knife, the crying stopped.

The previous "pen fell into a storm, and the poem became a crying ghost and god" has disappeared without a trace.

Everyone looked up, and the peerless fierce general in the clouds and mist, carrying a big knife, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he despised everything and looked at everything.

Even the majestic aura of the majesty was overshadowed in front of the general who loomed in the white mist.

"Awesome!" Liang Feng stared at Lin Chen, and praised in his mouth, "A poem comes out, and it soars to the sky! Under the majestic momentum, ten thousand ghosts stop crying, and the wind and rain suddenly stop!"

He paused, and then said movingly: "The pen shows the weather! I didn't expect that this poetry fight could give birth to such a peerless work!"

"Pen falls?" exclaimed someone in the hall.

But more people were stunned by Liang Feng's words.

Pen down to show the weather?

That's outrageous, isn't it?

This is one thing that the great Confucians of Xiaoxiang Academy may not be able to do all of them!

Many people swallowed their saliva and looked at the burly general in the clouds, and when they turned their heads to look at Lin Chen, their eyes were already full of endless fanaticism!

"This person's Wendao is too strong, isn't it?"

"Where did the son-in-law of the Chen family come from?"

"It's so terrifying, I feel like I can't resist that burly general's knife at will!"

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

When they came to their senses, the crowd began to talk about it.

And Lin Chen himself was also at a loss.

"Is it really so fierce? Writing a poem, is so powerful?" Lin Chen's heart was surging, staring at the murderous general in the clouds, full of pride, "This guy, is the form that emerges from my poems? In my poems, there is silence, coldness and ruthlessness, this guy seems to be like this!"

After confirming that it was correct, Lin Chen was overjoyed, but there was no superfluous action on the surface, and he said secretly: "It's really a good thing that the pen is falling to show the weather! When facing the enemy in the future, write a few poems casually, and anyone will have to be beaten down by me! It's a pity, my roots and bones are so poor, it's simply far away from the Xuanyuan Realm! For now, don't think about it too much, patiently cultivate and break through to the Innate Realm and then think about the current affairs in the future!"

"Scatter!" Liang Feng drank lightly, and all Haoran righteousness disappeared in an instant.

The clouds and mist also faded, and the burly general was also annihilated.

"The murderous aura is too heavy, it's better to disperse!" Liang Feng explained, and then jumped back to his seat.

"Lin Chen, is the son-in-law of the Chen family right?" Liang Feng was not frustrated by defeat at all, but said happily, "Good literature! Good literature! I wonder if Brother Lin is interested in joining my Xiaoxiang Academy? Xiaoxiang Academy, all Confucianism competes for power!

Liang Feng is not the kind of person who is jealous of talent, and he is also sincere about Lin Chen's recruitment invitation.

A young man like this who can "show the atmosphere in the pen" is extremely desirable in any academy!

"Xiaoxiang Academy, I'm not going, it's good here in Qingyang City!" Lin Chen shook his head politely and politely refused, "Thank you for observing and making your adult love, but it's just a little inconvenient at the moment, so I can only refuse for the time being!"

Lin Chen thought very clearly.

First, I can "show the weather with my pen," and I rely on Liang Feng to write the pen! If you want to rely on your own cultivation to compose poems to show the weather, you don't know the Year of the Monkey! In this way, it is useless to go to Xiaoxiang Academy!

Second, it's for the Chen family!