Chu Nan's reputation has spread more and more throughout Lanshan City, and even Chu Nan himself does not know to what extent

From the moment he walked up to the Xiaoyue Pavilion, he became the focus of the audience.

Even across a lake, you can hear the chatter.

"Master Chu"

After seeing Chu Nan coming up, Li Chengfeng was respectful and bowed slightly: "Please~"

Since the bloody trial, Li Chengfeng's attitude towards Chu Nan has changed greatly, and even Chu Nan feels uncomfortable for a while.

And Li Ruoxi, who has always been cold, couldn't help but smile, and her beautiful eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

Luo Yishu on the shore stomped his feet angrily when he saw this eyebrow-to-eye.

In the eyes of everyone, Chu Nan finally walked in front of the black stone tablet.

He closed his eyes, the corners of his black clothes were blown by the breeze, and the whole person seemed to be about to ride the wind.

"Which one?"

In Chu Nan's mind, poems after poems were fighting.

When he was on the shore, he had been entangled for a long time, but he knew too many famous poems, and he felt overwhelmed.

In the midst of this difficult choice, time passes quickly.

"What is Master Chu doing? Why don't you write poems after going up for a long time?"

Maybe he really didn't know what to write a poem, or maybe he didn't have ink in his stomach and couldn't think of it for a while. ”

"Then why are you going up there!"

"Go up hard, but I still admire Master Chu, I'd rather go up and be embarrassed, but I don't want to be a shrinking turtle. ”

Seeing that Chu Nan was slow to compose poems, the people below immediately began to talk about it.

And Huang Miao and others are even more victorious.

"It seems that this Master Chu is also very good at talking, and he dares to give me words and compete with me in poetry, which is really unbelievable. Huang Miao opened the folding fan in his hand, and a little ink unfolded, and the four big words "Peeping Stars in the Well" were actually printed on the fan surface!

This scene was also seen by many people, and it caused a great sensation for a while.

Obviously, everyone present understood what Huang Miao meant by writing these four words, and naturally he was ridiculing Chu Nan for not knowing the height of the sky and the vastness of poetry, and actually daring to compete with outstanding people like him Huang Miao for poetry, it was simply humiliating!

When everyone in the Luo family saw it, they were all angry, but they were powerless to refute.

"Ahem~"

But at this time, Chu Nan in Xiaoyue Lake suddenly coughed lightly.

Suddenly, everyone looked over.

The next moment, I saw Chu Nan looking at the position of Luo Yishu and Luo Yiluo on the shore, and smiled.

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. ”

When I first heard it, everyone was confused.

"The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. ”

But when this sentence came out, everyone's expressions froze.

They felt their hearts flutter and beat involuntarily, as if they were about to jump out.

That's a heart-pounding feeling!

I listened to Chu Nan continue to chant poetry, his tone was calm, but it was very poetic, as if he was singing.

"Tracing back to it, the road is long and obstructive. ”

"Swimming back from it, it's like being in the middle of the water. ”

"The leaves are green, and the white dew is not dawning. ”

"The so-called Iraqi people are in the water of the river. ”

"Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and climbing. ”

"Swimming back from it, it's like being in the water. ”

"The leaves are picked, and the white dew is not over. ”

"The so-called Yi people are in the water. ”

"Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and right. ”

"Swimming back from it, it's like being in the water. ”

After a poem, the audience was silent and silent.

Like a prelude to a storm, in the violent vibration of the black stone stele, when a thick orange light like a glow fell on Chu Nan's body, the scene finally exploded completely.

“￥￥￥”

Some people's lips trembled, and they didn't know what to say with excitement.

And some of the ladies are half-hidden.

"Master Chu's poem is so hazy, not only the poems, but also the distance, as well as the emotions expressed, are hazy and ethereal, looming, making people feel like seeing flowers in the fog, the beauty is unreal, like flying immortals outside the sky. ”

It is like an ethereal painting, sketched in hazy and elegant watercolors, and he does not hesitate to repeatedly depict and render the empty and desolate atmosphere with thick ink and heavy colors, to express the state of mind in the heart of Master Chu. ”

"'Pujia', 'water' and 'Yiren' complement each other, and they are a perfect interpretation of an artistic poetic world. ”

"Such a hazy poem, but it contains a gushing love like a waterfall, and when it is over, I am completely fallen. ”

It's not like the horrified sounds that come and go after other people write poems.

After Chu Nan made this song "Pu Jia", the screams and surprises at the scene were very rare, and most people were immersed in that hazy artistic conception for a long time, completely unable to extricate themselves.

Only from time to time there are some appreciative voices.

Even Chu Nan was overwhelmed by the orange-quality "Holy Baptism", which did not cause much movement. Because in their hearts, it is natural that such a poem can be baptized in orange quality, and it is by no means unexpected.

"It's like a beautiful woman wearing a transparent silk scarf, you can clearly see the white and tight skin, the magnificent twin peaks, the mysterious and indescribable peach garden, but it gives people a half-hidden, visible and invisible, seeing the mountain is not a mountain, looking at the mountain is a mountain, very hazy, and very real"

Luo Yu's face was filled with intoxication: "I can't imagine that a poem can reach such a state." ”

On the other side, Luo Yiqiao's face was full of shyness, but she saw Chu Nan chanting this poem in front of her, and the love overflowing in the hazy poem almost overwhelmed her, and the deer in her heart collided and couldn't calm down.

Luo Yiluo was standing next to Luo Yishu, and her temperament like an iceberg was also quietly melting.

Her cheeks are flushed pink, like the stamens of a budding flower.

The closest to Chu Nan are Li Chengfeng and Li Ruoxi.

Li Chengfeng also knows a lot of poetry, and he is also proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and it can be said that he is full of wealth, but after hearing the poem made by Chu Nan, for a while, except for the shock in his heart like a glacier collapse, he couldn't describe and evaluate it in words.

It is like a white lotus flower that emerges from the mud and is not stained, as if its own words, no matter how beautiful they are, are a kind of defilement.

On the side, Li Ruoxi gradually came back to her senses from that wonderful artistic conception, but at this time, she had a feeling of loss in her heart, and she didn't know where she came from or where she went.

It has been a long time since Chu Nan finished writing the poetic conception, but the artistic conception of the poetry still flows and covers this piece, and all the people still can't break free from that artistic conception, and they can even say that they don't want to come out, just like wandering in it forever.

Even the Huang family and the others were sighing repeatedly.

They are the most knowledgeable poetry among these people present, and Chu Nan's poem is no less than the impact of the sea on their hearts, so they can capture the artistic conception of this poem more clearly.

But because of this, they fell even deeper

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