The cry of ten thousand ghosts has always been heard.

The whole lawn was also noisy, and everyone present was moved.

"My eyes are wide open, this poetry meeting is really an eye-opener!"

"Yes, Shicheng is crying ghosts and gods, I didn't expect this Fengyang to have such literary brilliance at a young age! Compared with him, we are simply not worth mentioning!"

"It seems that this poetry meeting is going to end successfully!"

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

Boiling, the whole lawn is already completely boiling!

"Miss, what do you think of this Fengyang?" In an exclamation, the middle-aged man with a solemn expression asked softly in Zhao Ling's ear, "Do you want to take the initiative to recruit him?"

"He is indeed talented, and he is worthy of our recruitment!" After pondering for a moment, Zhao Ling replied.

"Alright, I'll announce the end of the poetry meeting and invite him to talk to you, Miss!" the middle-aged man nodded slowly, and strode to the long table.

"It seems that this poetry meeting is coming to an end. Seeing this, the well-informed old man beside Lin Feng smiled and said, "That's right, as soon as Fengyang's poem comes out, there will be no suspense for the leader of the poetry club!

"It's over?" Lin Feng's heart suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "Old man, I have a question I want to ask you, I don't know if I can teach you?"

"You ask. The old man was particularly indifferent.

"If you take the poems of the predecessors and write them, what will be the reaction?" After taking a deep breath, Lin Feng asked seriously.

"No response!" the old man replied very simply, "No matter how good the poems of the great Confucians are, as long as they are not the first pen, they will not be able to draw out the spirit of Haoran, let alone say that the pen will fall into a storm, and the poem will become a weeping ghost and god!

"Understood, thank you for your advice. ”

Lin Feng bowed slightly, but his mood was a little depressed: "Can't you use other people's poems?

Seeing that the middle-aged man was about to walk to the middle of the lawn and announce the end of the poetry meeting, Lin Feng's heart was pounding, and various thoughts kept flashing.

You must know that this time he came to participate in the poetry meeting, but he was ready to perform well and then win Zhao Ling's favor in order to get many rewards.

If he ends leaving quietly, he will definitely be unwilling!

"That's it! It's a big deal to lose face in public, and then try it!" In the end, Lin Feng decided to give it a try and see if there would be a miracle.

It can be said that the current Lin Feng does not have any confidence, and only has some illusions in his heart!

He longs for miracles to appear, and longs for those poems of the ancient times of the earth to be able to lead to the advent of the laws of literature and Taoism!

"At most, it's ridiculed, it's nothing!" After secretly cheering himself up, Lin Feng Huoran raised his head, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you must have seen it. ”

At this time, the middle-aged man with a solemn expression had already come to the middle of the lawn and solemnly announced: "Then, I announce that the leader of this poetry meeting is ......."

"Wait!" A voice interrupted the middle-aged man's words very suddenly.

Everyone followed the prestige, only to see that the speaker was a boy who looked younger than Feng Yang.

It's Lin Feng!

At this moment, Lin Feng slowly put down the Panlong meat in his hand, and then shouted loudly: "I have a poem, I want you to taste it!"

Hearing this, everyone present was extremely stunned, and the old man beside him was even more stunned on the spot.

"This kid, what's wrong, right?"

"In my opinion, I'm afraid that my brain is in water! People have already 'become a ghost and god in poetry', and whatever he writes now will only be embarrassing!"

"Today's young people really don't know the height of the sky!"

"This guy seems to have a new face, huh?

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

After everyone came back to their senses, a commotion broke out on the lawn.

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

"Where did this stunned Qing come from?" Not far away, Feng Yang, who was overwhelming the crowd, sneered in his heart, "Dare to compose poems after me, and I'm not afraid of being laughed off?"

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the aura of Haoran is still radiating bright light, and the sound of wind and rain and devil cry is always in everyone's ears.

Feng Yang looked at Lin Feng confidently, his eyes full of contempt.

"You, do you really want to write?" the middle-aged man asked in a deep voice with his eyes narrowed.

"Write!" Lin Feng nodded heavily, and then came to the long table with an arrow step.

"That being the case...... "Standing on the side of the long table with his hands in his hands, the middle-aged man looked at him calmly, and said lightly, "Then please!"

"Okay!" Lin Feng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but he still felt extremely nervous.

"The ancient poems of the earth, whether there are miracles or not depends on you!

After secretly praying in his heart, Lin Feng immediately met the eyes of everyone in the audience and groaned.

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Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.

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While groaning, Lin Feng picked up the pen and wrote.

It can be said that at this time, Lin Feng's heart was pounding, and he was almost about to jump out of his chest.

He understood that if he couldn't give birth to Haoran Qi, then not only would he lose face this time, but for a long time in the future, he would also have to worry about the Great Xia Coin every day!

So, he was engrossed, staring at the blank piece of paper under his pen, longing for a miracle.

"Boom!"

Just when the last word "home" was put into writing, on the paper, it was full of light in a blink of an eye, shining on the entire Zhao family's mansion.

The mighty qi that gushed out, like the glow of the sun, washed away everything around it, and instantly made the huge Zhao family's mansion in a state of white gas.

Fengyang's previous poem "Poetry Becomes a Crying Ghost and God", the heroic aura that was shown was also swallowed up by this white light in an instant.

For a moment, everyone present was stunned, looking at everything that was happening in front of them in disbelief, forgetting words.

"This and this, this poem is only the first sentence, there is such a scene?" Zhao Ling, who has always been unfazed, is in the midst of the rolling majesty at this moment, and she is simply amazed.

"How is that possible!

"What the hell is going on?"

"Okay, what a surging majestic aura! I have never seen such a surging majestic aura! What level of poetry is this!"

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

In a short time, the people on the lawn who were overwhelmed by the aura of Haoran erupted in absolute amazement from the depths of their hearts.

"Hahaha...... The ancient poems of the earth are really useful!" Under this situation, Lin Feng could no longer suppress the ecstasy in his heart.