"This is ......" Meng Fanyu's eyes widened, almost in disbelief: "It's picturesque! Isn't that something that only those talents can do......!" He is a warrior, a lowly breed from a poor family, how can he ......?"

Tiandaomen and the others were also quite shocked.

The leader of the group frowned, and suddenly said: "If I am not mistaken, this is a picture that only appears when those who have read poetry books write poems, and it is called poetic and picturesque. That is to say, the poems made by this person describe the scenery to the extreme. It can even be as real as it gets. ”

"How is it possible!" Liu He said in surprise: "It's poetic and picturesque, this is already a vision! If you want to trigger a poetic vision, you must be under the attention of all people." Even the poems made in this way will contain some special abilities, and even ...... It could be used to kill!"

At this time, above the stands, the cabinet was also quite surprised.

An old literati with a little dim eyes looked at this scene on the martial hall, and his eyes almost popped out: "Ouch...... It's an old man...... Isn't this a poetic picture that is caused by poetry that triggers the vision of heaven and earth? I remember, only ...... Only Lord Zuo Xiang was ...... back then. I've triggered such visions!"

The mentioned Zuo Xiang glanced at the old man, and his face showed a bit of respect: "Old man, you are right. It is indeed a vision of heaven and earth triggered by poetry, poetic and picturesque!"

Zuo Xiang said: "Poetic visions are extremely rare. Poems that evoke visions can exert extraordinary power, and even the most powerless literati can use poetry to protect themselves. Person...... It's not easy!"

The right minister smiled and said, "This young man is not bad." ”

Wei Kuang on the side bowed: "What Lord Right Xiang said is extremely true. ”

Sheng Cheng craned his chin, looked at the vision above Lin Mad's head, and never spoke.

It wasn't until the last stroke of the scroll that a picture of a lotus pond appeared on the drawing paper, and then slowly closed it, that Sheng Fang said slowly: "I can't imagine that someone can trigger a poetic vision! If no one can trigger a vision, then there is no need to compare." In this first round, I decided that this person would be the first, how about it?"

The left and right nodded in unison and bowed: "The emperor is sage." ”

Sheng Sheng laughed, as if he was very satisfied: "Well, good, good...... I think he's done with it. Come, bring me the poems!"

Wei Kuang made a move of his hand, and an invisible energy immediately pulled the poem that Lin Mad had just written.

Lin Mad glanced up, his eyes flickering, but he didn't think that Wei Kuang would do anything to his poetry.

After all, in front of such an emperor, who has the courage to do this?

Wei Kuang took the poem written by Lin Mad and handed it to Sheng Cheng first.

Sheng Li glanced at it and immediately frowned: "How can this person's words be written like a Mengtong!"

After Sheng Fu frowned, he continued to look down.

"After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the Wind Lake is not the same as the four season......s? These two sentences are very bland. I want to write about the Washing Wind Lake outside the Martial Palace!"

Sheng continued to look down, his gaze gradually becoming surprised.

"The lotus leaves are infinitely green...... Although I am still here, I seem to have come to the outside of the Xifeng Lake, and I can see the rippling blue waves in the Xifeng Lake, the lotus leaves are slightly drooping, and the lotus flowers are delicate......

Sheng Cheng put down the white paper, opened his arms, and actually took a deep breath, as if he had really come to Xifeng Lake, standing on the wooden bridge to watch the beautiful scenery of Xifeng Lake.

Zuo Xianggou was quick to take the first step and grabbed the blank paper that Sheng Cheng had dropped.

After seeing what was written on the paper, Gou Yue's first reaction was exactly the same as Sheng Sheng's: "How can this person write like a Mengtong!"

But then, Gou Yue's gaze gradually fell on the poems. Then, his gaze gradually became more and more surprised.

Zuo Xiang also sighed, seemingly very satisfied. Subsequently, the left minister casually handed the poem to the right minister, and the two seemed to have no contradiction at all.

The right minister didn't say much, took the poem and read it.

It's okay not to look at it, but after taking a closer look, the face of the right minister gradually became surprised.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the old man wouldn't have believed it! This person was actually a warrior and not a literati! This poem and this sentence could not have been written by a non-literati Confucian!"

After sighing, the right minister handed the white paper to the person behind him.

......

In the Martial Palace, Lin Mad had already seen that something was wrong.

It seems that Yang Wanli's poem is worthy of being a famous sentence for writing scenes. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been passed on by so many people! Presumably Sheng Derivation should be very satisfied!"

Lin Mad was thinking about it, when he heard a eunuch stand up and shout at the top of his voice: "The first stage of the Martial Palace Competition, this is the end!" Lin Maan, a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, used poetry to induce visions "poetic and picturesque", which was quite popular with the emperor and the cabinet lords. The emperor Chrysostom said that this poem was the first in this martial arts competition. Chin!"

Hearing this, Meng Fanyu's eyes widened instantly, and the pen in his hand fell on the paper, completely staining half of the poem on the paper.

"How is it possible! How is it possible! Father-in-law, why don't you help me! Didn't you say that this person must be driven out of the first round this time!

Meng Fanyu couldn't believe it, tearing his hair, his face full of horror and fear.

Lin Madness showed a little pity, came to Meng Fanyu's side and patted Meng Fanyu on the shoulder.

"It's just one phase. The second stage, hum ......"

Lin Madness clenched his fists fiercely, and his face showed a bit of hideousness: "After the second stage begins, I want you to die without a place to be buried! If you don't die, what will I use to see off Gule Mountain!"

Meng Fanyu suddenly shuddered, and couldn't help but take two steps back, with a little horror on his face.

He could hear that Lin Mad really wanted to kill him, not just talk!

Lin Mad didn't pay attention to it anymore, but instead set his eyes on Meng Fanyu's desktop.

In the corner of the table, Meng Fanyu's word card is prominently placed.

There are a few words written on it: "City, Yang, Jade." ”

Lin Mad smiled faintly: "It seems that your hands are a little shaky, maybe you have been masturbating too much." Look at you, you can't read the poems you wrote. But it doesn't matter, who made me so good. Let me help you make it up!"

After that, Lin Mad dipped himself in ink and began to write: "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains. Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate!"