"Millions of Xia coins, it seems that Mr. Jiaoyue has arrived!"

"The pen is stormy, tsk, it's really envious! If only one day I could write such poems!"

"I knew that with Mr. Jiaoyue's literary level, there was no problem!"

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With the wind and rain, a heated discussion was directly set off on the lawn.

Mr. Jiao Yue's literary talent is really admirable!" the old man beside Lin Feng also admired.

"Writing a poem, can you still trigger this kind of vision and let the wind and rain hit?" Lin Feng was shocked in his heart, and he was really taken aback.

Writing poems and writing about the spirit of grandeur has already amazed him.

Now, writing poems to the wind and rain naturally makes him even more shocked.

"Wen Xiu, it seems that it is not simple!" After a silent sigh, Lin Feng's interest in this poetry meeting has become stronger and stronger.

And through the discussion of everyone around him, he finally understood one thing - if he wants to get the reward of one million Daxia coins, he must not only write the spirit of Haoran, but also reach the level of the pen falling into a storm!

"In this way, I also have to figure out a poem that can at least write a stormy poem?" Lin Feng secretly pondered, "I don't know, the ancient poems on the earth, are they useful here?"

As he pondered, the wind and rain all stopped, and the original magnificent aura gradually dissipated.

Everything, calm again.

"Mr. Jiaoyue, millions of Xia coins, I will arrange for someone to remit to your account. Under the gaze of all the eyes of the audience, Zhao Ling bowed slightly to Jiaoyue.

"Thank you, Miss Zhao!" After thanking him, Mr. Jiao Yue walked to the side in a good mood, ready to admire the poems of other Wen Xiu.

However, as soon as the pen fell into a storm, it made many literary repairs lose their confidence.

Because they are all self-aware, they know that with the level of their poetry, they can only sacrifice ugliness at this time!

So, within half a minute, no one wrote poems in public!

This scene is actually expected by everyone.

Everyone knows in their hearts that the poetry club is about to enter its peak state.

Everyone who comes on the field next must have a talent that is not weaker than Mr. Jiaoyue!

And as everyone expected, half a minute later, a well-known Wen Xiu Xu Bu walked into everyone's sight.

"Mr. Kang Ming, it's Mr. Kang Ming!"

"This time, there's another good show!"

"Mr. Kang Ming's level of literature and Taoism is well known to the world. In my opinion, there will be no shortage of millions of Great Xia Coins!"

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In the cheers of everyone, the new Mr. Kang Ming, like everyone before him, quickly began to write poems.

In the end, he also completed the "pen fall storm" without any intention, won a full house, and received a million rewards.

Immediately afterwards, a series of nine literary cultivators completed the conception one after another and composed poems in public.

During this period, the "pen falling into the storm" has not been interrupted at all, which makes people deeply feel that the talent of these literary repairs is amazing.

"So far, 11 people have already received millions of Daxia coins!" Feeling the constant wind and rain, Lin Feng was really envious, "Write a poem, you can directly earn a million!

"Hey...... I don't know if the poetry of the earth works here!"

"If it works, I'm afraid I'm going to make a windfall!"

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"It seems that there is no one?" Suddenly, not far from Lin Feng's side, a handsome young man twisted his neck and looked excited, "Then, it's my turn!"

As the words fell, the handsome young man took a direct step towards the long table.

"Hmm, do you recognize this young man?" Seeing the handsome young man on the field, there was a sudden burst of surprise on the lawn.

There is no doubt that this handsome young man is a fresh face like Lin Feng, and no one present knows his identity and origin.

"I don't know, it's probably from another living planet, right?"

"Well, it's possible!"

"You say, how is this kid's literary talent? At this time, he should always have some confidence!"

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In the midst of countless discussions, the handsome young man smiled faintly, and followed aloud: "Everyone, I am the Fengyang of Wenxuan Planet, and this time I passed by your planet, and there happened to be a poetry meeting, so I came to join in the fun!"

"Oh, Wenxuan Planet, that's our Great Xia Empire, the planet with the most prosperous literary style!" The radiant old man beside Lin Feng suddenly became interested in this Fengyang, and his eyes were full of expectation.

The rest of the people, including Zhao Ling, are also like this.

"It seems that the overall level of Wenxuan Planet is well-known in the Great Xia Empire!" everyone's reaction made Lin Feng instantly realize the extraordinary origin of this Fengyang, "Let's look at this guy's poem, what will it be like!"

As soon as he thought of this, Lin Feng immediately looked at it.

I saw that Fengyang at this time had already lifted the pen, reading and writing at the same time.

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The bamboo shakes the shadow and covers the window, and the birds are noisy at two times and the sunset.

Xie but the begonias flew away, and the sleepy weather was getting longer.

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The writing of Fengyang is extremely smooth.

When I put it down, I smiled slightly.

Boom –

Suddenly, the billowing aura of Haoran gushed out wildly.

Compared with every previous song, it will come violently and dazzlingly!

"Whew!"

"Boom!"

The wind was fierce, clouds and mist were faintly scattered all around, and a light rain poured down without stopping.

Again, the pen fell into a storm!

"No! It seems to be more than that!" At this time, the knowledgeable old man beside Lin Feng couldn't help but exclaim.

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, and everyone felt it more seriously.

"Is there anything more powerful?" Lin Feng also hurriedly and carefully sensed the unusual.

"Woooooooooooo

"Woooooooooooo

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Just as Lin Feng was concentrating on perception, he clearly heard the sound of wind and rain, mixed with many, like the cry of ten thousand ghosts.

"This is, this is the pen falling into a storm, and the poem is crying ghosts and gods!" The next moment, someone exclaimed.

"Yes, that's right! This is the pen falling into a storm, and the poem becomes a weeping ghost and god! This Fengyang, who is only a young age, has such attainments in literature and Taoism! It is really amazing!" More and more people shouted, their faces full of shock and incredulity.

For a while, the sound of wind and rain, devil cry, praise, exclamation...... A huge lawn all over the place!

Looking at the countless heroic righteousness, still endlessly rolling out of the paper, Jiaoyue, Kang Ming and other literary cultivators were all convinced.

Poetry into weeping ghosts and gods!

There is no doubt that Fengyang's literary and Taoist level completely crushed the audience!

All the previous poems that "fell into a storm" were overshadowed in front of his "poems become weeping ghosts and gods".