"You say it again? You're going to use ...... Five Objects?!"

Tang Wan reacted violently, her delicate face was stunned, her eyes were dark, and she almost fainted.

This rascal actually said that he wanted to use five objects?

Nostalgic poems are the best in the poems, it is not easy to choose an object, and it is generally the limit of a famous teacher to use two objects!

As for using five objects?

Use your sister!

Can you die if you don't pretend to be forced?

Are you going to challenge a famous teacher? You are clearly going to challenge the hall master, and even smash the elder's job!

"Foolish!"

The nostalgic hall master Fengling's face turned blue suddenly, his sleeves flicked, and he reprimanded angrily!

Writing nostalgic poems with three objects is almost at the level of the hall master.

And this guy actually wants to use five objects, isn't that disgusting him?

Are you pretending to be a drugstore?

What are you doing with the old man?

There are also many famous teachers in Huaigu Hall, most of them are disciples of the master of Fengling Hall, and now seeing Liu Ling's madness, he is almost boundless, and his eyes are about to erupt with fire.

"Bold maniac, dare to insult my teacher!

After speaking, they twitched behind their backs.

Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, kitchen knives, sticks and hammers were all taken out and copied in their hands, with a vicious posture of wanting to cut people.

When Mu Xuan saw this formation, he clutched his stomach and laughed bitterly.

This magic stick is really not amazing!

There are also five objects, you write your sister!

It's too big, and this time it's going to be skinned!

Liu Ling also had a look on his face when he saw this formation.

He didn't want to be in the limelight, but after roughly sifting through the poems in his mind, he picked out an ancient poem containing three images of "spring, river, and flower".

But there are two other images in this poem, so he uses five images.

Why did these people react so violently?

This temperament is also great!

"Add two things...... Elephants can't do it, and things need to be ...... now. How much does it cost?"

Hearing this, the famous teachers of Huaigutang fell to the ground, and then gritted their teeth one after another.

You god!

Of course, it is your freedom to add objects and images, but if you want to use five objects as soon as you open your mouth, doesn't it mean that the hall master is 108,000 miles away from you?

This is no longer contempt and humiliation, this is simply a slap in the face of the entire Huaigutang!

"You madman is really deceiving people too much, is it unbearable? Huangkou child, I'm going to break your dog's leg today!"

Liu Ling also saw that the situation was dangerous, and shouted in a hurry: "Master of Fengling Hall, why don't you allow me to write poems! Huaigutang won't even have such a bearing, right? After the poem is completed, if you want to kill or chop, listen to it!"

Hearing this, although Feng Ling's eyes widened angrily, he also knew that the rules could not be broken, so he immediately flicked his sleeves and waved his big hand: "You write it!"

Liu Ling was suddenly overjoyed, his head raised, and he said with a fairy wind: "Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are waiting for ......."

Before Liu Ling finished speaking, a famous teacher in Huaigutang smashed a stall of waste paper and old pens and old inkstones, and the ink almost splashed Liu Ling's body.

“......”

Liu Ling's face suddenly turned black.

Nima!

This guy is so rough, he can't be a pig-killing career, right?

However, although the situation was like fire, Liu Ling looked leisurely.

What he wants to write this time is a famous story of the great poet Zhang Ruoxu of the Tang Dynasty!

Zhang Ruoxu only has two poems in his life, but this poem has been praised by later generations as "a lonely poem that overwhelms the whole Tang Dynasty"!

At the height of the Tang Dynasty, there were many writers.

Poets, poets, poets, ghosts, poets, and demons, which one is not like a spring of literature and thought, and the pen is like flying?

Zhang Ruoxu's poem has the reputation of "a lonely piece overwhelms the whole Tang Dynasty", because it is a masterpiece of earth-shattering ghosts and gods!

Looking at the rolling Nu River outside Shixiang Pavilion, and finally rushing into the sea, Liu Ling slowly opened his mouth.

"Shixiang Pavilion is antique, and every moonlit night is the scenery is full of rhyme, like a dream. The master of the wind hall gave me three images of "spring, river, and flower", and I had the courage to add two more images of "moon and night". Let's write a poem "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night"!"

Seeing Liu Ling's poetic appearance, the hall master of Huaigutang and Tang Wan and other famous teachers all scoffed.

Look at what you can do!

Still five images?

Hello cow break!

Why don't you go to the sky? Why don't you stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun?

Why don't you go into the water? Why don't you talk to Wang Bazui?

......

Liu Ling picked up the brush in the midst of many ridicules and began to use the scribbled handwriting of his primary school students to read and write "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" and put it on paper.

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together. The river flows like a circle around Fangdian, and the moonlight flowers and forests are like hail...... Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year? Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year. I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Nu River sending flowing water. ”

At first, the tone was quite smooth, but as the poem entered the climax, Liu Ling's tone also began to be subdued, and his voice became more and more urgent!

"The white clouds are gone, and Qingfeng Pushang is not worried. Whose house is Bian Zhouzi tonight? Where is the Acacia Mingyue Building? Poor upstairs wandering in the moon, should be taken away from the mirror table. ...... Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home. The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward. ”

Seeing that all of them were already stunned, Liu Ling seemed to feel that this ancient masterpiece was really from him, and the whole person was about to flutter in the clouds!

This kind of pretending to be a famous article under the spotlight is so cool!

No, no one should stop me, I must finish this forced me!

Otherwise, I won't be blind!

At this time, Liu Ling's closed eyes, which had been silent, suddenly opened, and he chanted the last two sentences unfinished: "The oblique moon sinks into the sea mist, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road." I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees!"

The sound falls, the pen stops!

The four are silent, dumbfounded, and quiet as death!

All the people were dumbfounded, fascinated!

It seems that in front of you is a moonlight, flowers and forests, quiet and dreamlike wonderland!

Spring, river, flowers, moon, and night will tear their thoughts away, like an out-of-body soul, floating in a dreamlike artistic conception above the nine heavens!

The goosebumps on everyone's bodies were as if they had all exploded, and they were silent for a moment! Only the sound of teacups falling to the ground and shattering remained!

"Click-"

"Click-"

"Click-"

......

As soon as this poem came out, it was shocking!

"Good poetry!"

The atmosphere was dead and silent for a long time, and an old man in Shixiang Pavilion suddenly slapped a few cases angrily with his palm, his face was swollen red, and his muscles were bursting up!

The person who was so amazing was the elder sitting at the top!

"Wow!"

As the elder shouted angrily, everyone's souls suddenly returned to their senses, and the shouts suddenly exploded!

"God, what did I hear?"

"Nima, good poetry...... What a poem!

"This poem should only be in heaven!

"No, I'm going to faint! Help me! Is this Nima really a poem written by a man?!"

......

Many poets couldn't help but stand up, and they forgot the identity of Liu Ling's magic stick, and there was a burst of applause!

The whole roof felt like it was going to be torn off!

Those poets and famous teachers are a little lower, although their faces are hot, but they can't say the way out, they just think that this must be a wonderful poem.

But those hall masters and elders who were extremely accomplished in poetry knew what was really good about this poem!

The spring river flowers and moonlit nights use five objects in a row, such as the sky, vertical and horizontal, unfolding a wonderful picture of the ancient and modern!

The pen is vertical and horizontal, running through the nine heavens, and delicate as water, euphemistic and elegant, and the beautiful scenery of the good day is all flowing in the poem!

Wonderful!

The description of each scene is simply a stroke of genius!

"The river flows around Fangdian, the moon shines on the flowers and forests like hail", "the river and the sky are free of fiber dust, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky".

If it weren't for the fact that there was no cheesiness in his chest, An could have written such an immortal sentence that transcended all dirt!

And "who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did the river moon shine at the beginning of the year? Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year" is even more based on the moon as a contract, and the thoughts of the present and the ancient, the nostalgic wounds, the things are not people, and the feelings of profit and loss are vividly expressed!

This kind of nostalgic poetry is not confined to the people and things in history, but expresses the vicissitudes of heaven and earth, the changes of ancient and modern, such nostalgic poems are really unique, wonderful to the peak!!

The last sentence "I don't know how many people return to the moon, and the falling moon shakes the river tree" is the finishing touch, the unity of heaven and man, pushing the nostalgic thoughts of this poem to an extreme!

"Is this poem really written by man?!"