"Since you all have this Yaxing, why don't you try it?" Ning Heng was very happy to see this scene, and also proposed, "If you win, my City Lord's Mansion will also give you a top-grade spirit stone!"

"City Lord Ning has spoken, so I have no choice but to make a fool of myself! It's just a three-person competition, it's too limited, it's better for everyone to come together!" Liang Feng smiled lightly, revealing a strong self-confidence, "Moreover, I also want to add a lot! If anyone here can beat me, then all the orders of Tiandan Pavilion this time will be handed over to his family! City Lord Ning, I arrange it like this, okay? If you can, please ask City Lord Ning to give me an essay title!"

"Okay, good!" Ning Hengda agreed with a smile, and after thinking for a while, he said, "The title of the text, then it's simpler, let's compose a poem!

"Come on, prepare the Taiwan case, the four treasures of the study!" he commanded again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Everyone didn't expect that Liang Feng and Ning Heng would make a decision so quickly.

"Tsk, this observation makes you really confident enough! As long as you win him, you will directly hand over all orders! This temptation is really not small!" Everyone in the audience secretly pondered, thinking about what poems should be written later.

Although they didn't think that any of the people present had a chance to beat Liang Feng, if they could compose good poems, they would surely be able to attract his attention.

At that time, the chances of winning the order will be one more point.

So, everyone is trying to make a good poem!

The moon is like a silver plate, sprinkling thousands of clear lights.

Under the light of the moon, the living room of the city lord's mansion was a little quiet, and the sound of drinking and clinking glasses was rarely heard.

Because almost everyone is thinking hard, including Lin Chen!

However, Lin Chen is very different. Because what others think is that as long as the poems can attract Liang Feng's attention, it will be enough. But what he wanted was to win over Liang Feng and win the order!

From now on, the Chen Mansion will no longer be short of spirit stones!

Therefore, he has been meditating, intending to come up with a truly stunning song that will overwhelm Liang Feng!

Finally, after a period of silence, someone finally finished composing the poem.

"The first one, let me hold the bricks and lead the jade!" one of the Hu family's worshippers smiled slightly and said humbly.

He read the whole poem slowly, but everyone in the audience had no expression or reaction at all.

You can see how low the standard of poetry is!

After smiling awkwardly, the worship lowered his head and fell silent.

"Whether it's a good poem or not, I'll know as soon as I check it!" Liang Feng got up, came to the side of the desk, and wrote out the poem he had just written.

"Wen Xiu composes poems, and his own heroic spirit jumps on the paper!" Liang Feng explained, "This one has no reaction at all, it must be not good!"

Everyone will also understand, and some people are still thinking about whether their poems have the level of worship just now, so as not to embarrass themselves when they go up.

"Haoran's spirit? Will there be a reaction to composing poems? It sounds like it's very powerful! Anyway, it's all written by this Liang Feng tonight, I have to take the opportunity to see how powerful Wen Xiu is!" Lin Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was very expectant.

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"No response!"

"Still no response!"

"It seems that everyone's poems are of average level!"

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More than a dozen songs in a row, and the performance was mediocre. The only one who showed a heroic righteousness was only a small wisp. And Haoran's righteousness bubbled, and it quickly dissipated.

After a while, in the midst of everyone's great expectations, Mr. Chuan's poem finally won the applause!

Liang Feng also nodded frequently, very satisfied with the poem.

He stood proudly beside the desk and took up his pen to write.

When the pen fell, the white light burst out, and the heroic righteousness suddenly shone with dazzling brilliance under the pen.

Under this moonlit night, it is even brighter.

"It is worthy of being the first think tank of the Ning City Lord!

"This heroic righteousness far exceeds all the just now, so spectacular!"

"It's dazzling!

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

The crowd exclaimed.

Liang Feng's pen walks the dragon and snake, and a poem is completed in a blink of an eye.

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Near the cold rain-eating grass buds, wheat seedlings wind willows reflect the embankment.

When there is a home to return to, the cuckoo Hugh cries into his ear.

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On the occasion of the poem, the table rose to the sky, with white light and radiance.

"Good!"

Everyone applauded and complimented.

Meantime!

"Whew".

A strong wind blew beside everyone for no reason, and in the wind, there was a trace of wet rain.

The crowd danced with green silk and swayed their robes.

The next moment, everyone held their breath and marveled.

"The pen is in a storm?" said someone in disbelief.

"Awesome, awesome! This Mr. Piercing Intestine under the Ning City Lord is actually so high! The pen is shocking, what a pen is shocking! If the cultivation of Mr. Piercing Intestine reaches the Xuanyuan Realm, it must be a great help to the Ning City Lord!"

Lin Chen was taken aback!

"The pen is shocking? Just write a poem casually, and you can alarm the wind and rain to strike?" Where had Lin Chen seen such a strange situation, and while he was amazed, he thought about his poems seriously.

Because he really wants to know what kind of movement his poems will produce!

After experiencing the storm of Mr. Chuan's pen, the audience obviously lost interest in continuing to write poetry.

They think they are not so literate, so of course they are not willing to show ugliness!

Liang Feng waited for a while, but found that no one had any more poems, so he smiled faintly and said loudly: "Everyone, listen well, this is my poem!"

He picked up his pen and wrote as he spoke.

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In the rain, the fire is forbidden and the air is cold, and the warbler on the river sits alone and listens.

Look at the wine and think about the brothers, and the cold and grass in the Qingyang are green.

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When I put pen to paper, the rolling Haoran righteousness came together, which was even more than the one that pierced the intestines.

Liang Feng's writing was flowing smoothly, and when he closed the pen, he still smiled slightly.

"Whew!"

"Boom!"

The wind was blowing, and clouds and mist were faintly floating around.

It's a storm again!

"No! it seems to be more than that!" exclaimed the well-informed Ning Heng.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and then they felt it more seriously.

"Woooooooooooo

"Woooooooooooo

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While everyone was concentrating, they clearly heard the sound of the ghosts crying mixed with the wind.

Only the sound is heard, but no one can see or know where the ghost is!

"The pen falls into a storm, and the poem becomes a crying ghost!" The next moment, someone exclaimed.

"My God, it's the first time I've seen and heard such a scene in my life!" more and more people shouted.