"Ridiculous!"

Shen Muling snorted coldly, she had always doubted Zhou Tong's talent, and now she was finally "sitting down", a person who couldn't even write, but said that he could compose poems, this kind of nonsense naturally no one would believe it.

Yue Xiyan frowned, and her beautiful eyes showed a puzzled look, she couldn't write to make a work like "Guan Ju" that was recognized by a saint, which was indeed unrealistic.

"Could it be that he really stole someone else's work yesterday??" Yue Xiyan looked at Zhou Tong, but the latter had a frank face, and did not show weakness because he said that he couldn't write.

"Well, I can ghostwrite. Yue Xiyan said softly.

"Then there's Miss Lao Xiyan. Zhou Tong was also polite and nodded.

Yue Xiyan rolled up her long sleeves, revealing a snow-white wrist, lifted the pen and dipped it in ink, and then looked at Zhou Tong......

Not only her, but everyone's eyes fell on Zhou Tong's body at this moment, waiting for his next words, a person who can't write, can really make poems??

Naturally, everyone was skeptical.

got up, paced a few steps in the box, and only heard Zhou Tong chanting: "A pot of wine during the banquet, drink alone without a blind date, raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and ...... to the three of them."

As soon as Zhou Tong opened his mouth, the audience was shocked, and Liu Changyuan and others, who were waiting to see the joke, opened their mouths in surprise, they never expected that Zhou Tong, who claimed that he couldn't write, would really be able to compose poems, and the quality of this poem was so high.

Shen Muling on the side also opened her mouth in surprise, as a talented woman of Tianhe Academy, her poetry appreciation ability is still very strong, after only listening to four sentences, she can conclude that this is likely to become a classic poem.

Hearing Zhou Tong's poems, Yue Xiyan was stunned at first, and then her beautiful eyes immediately showed a look of surprise, and then she picked up the brush and wrote little by little......

Zhou Tong's poem continues, "The moon is not relieved of drinking, the shadow apprentice is with me, temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, the music must be and spring, I sing the moon and wander, I dance and the shadow is scattered, the phase is ** when I wake up, and they are scattered after being drunk, and they are ruthless and traveling. ”

Fall.

The wind is blowing.

A rich white storm flowed out from the tip of Yue Xiyan's pen, and quickly formed a mighty tornado, which "danced" on the table, and the wind became stronger and stronger, gradually enveloping Yue Xiyan's whole person......

Talent condenses the wind!!

Seeing this situation, everyone in the box was shocked, their eyes widened, and Feng Yuanjun, who was writing his own poems, also put down the brush in his hand, his eyes full of astonishment.

Talent condensation, and the previous "Guan Ju" when the birth of the "talent plus body", is also a kind of talent by the sage recognized by the vision of the vision, a large number of talent condensed into the wind, the literary cultivation to attract this vision of cultivation is bound to rise, however, the talent condensation wind and talent is a grade worse than the body, the works that cause the talent to add to the body will appear on the "holy book platform" everywhere, and the works that cause the talent to condense the wind will not.

But even so, a Wen Xiu may not have a talent in his life, but at this moment, a poem by Zhou Tong has attracted such a vision.

This poem has won the approval of the saints. ”

"Oh my God, I didn't expect to see such a vision in my lifetime. ”

"This is too exaggerated, isn't it, a random poem actually triggered a talent condensation??"

“......”

Liu Changyuan and the others all looked like they had never seen the world, and they were talking in surprise.

The wind gradually decreased, turning into two rich talents, one drilled into Zhou Tong's body, and the other drilled into Yue Xiyan's body, and at this moment, the entire box was wrapped by the residual talent, and the air was full of the "taste" of talent.

Feng Yuanjun hesitated slightly, but still closed his eyes and entered the cultivation state, seeing this, several of his followers also sat down quietly.

Shen Muling looked at Zhou Tong in surprise, and then closed his eyes as well.

The room was unusually quiet.

A quarter of an hour later, everyone opened their eyes one after another, and when their eyes fell on Zhou Tong again, there were no previous doubts, only shock and envy.

Yue Xiyan's eyes are full of happiness and gratitude, because of the ghostwriting, the talent is condensed, and half of the massive talent gathered has been absorbed by her, and with the help of these talents, there are faint signs of opening up the sea of literature in her body, and once the opening up of the sea of literature is successful, she will be able to step into the "sea realm" that every Wen Xiu dreams of.

In fact, whether it is for Wen Xiu or Wu Xiu, the Bihai Realm is a hurdle, and it is also a dividing line, strictly speaking, only when you step into the Pihai Realm, can you be regarded as a real monk, your life will be extended, your strength will skyrocket, and your personal status will also have a qualitative leap.

And Yue Xiyan has stayed in the Nine Realms of Qi Gathering for a long time, but there has never been any sign of opening up the sea of Wen, however, today she finally has a breakthrough.

Compared with Yue Xiyan's happiness, Shen Muling regretted it a little, she knew that this was the case, she ghostwrote, and she would be the one who enjoyed the infinite benefits.

"Am I really wrong to blame him?" Shen Muling looked at Zhou Tong's gaze a little complicated, this person was originally annoying to him, but he repeatedly created eye-catching surprises.

"Brother Zhou, I lost this game. Feng Yuanjun got up and arched his hand to Zhou Tong, taking the initiative to admit defeat, and his face no longer had the arrogance and disdain before the start of the fight.

Zhou Tong waved his hand casually, his face was not proud of creating a masterpiece, but he was very calm, and said lightly, "If you win another game, the money will be mine." ”

Yes, Zhou Tong only cares about money, because ...... He's poor!!

"That's right, as long as Brother Zhou wins one more game, I am willing to give three thousand gold coins. Feng Yuanjun nodded and said with emotion: "Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio, Brother Zhou is afraid that he will inadvertently create a good sentence for the ages." ”

Feng Gongzi's words are true, this is indeed a rare good sentence. Yue Xiyan nodded in agreement, and then carefully blew the undried ink on the rice paper, and smiled at Zhou Tong, "Zhou Gongzi, I don't know if this poem can be given to me." ”

"Of course you can, it was originally written by Miss Xiyan. Zhou Tong shrugged with a smile, his attitude towards beauties was much better than that of Feng Yuanjun.

"Then thank you Gongzi Zhou. Yue Xiyan thanked her heartily, and her eyes fell on the poem created by Zhou Tong and written by herself, with unconcealed joy in her eyes, and it was a great honor for every Wenxiu to be able to participate in the creation of works recognized by saints.

"By the way, Gongzi Zhou, what is the name of this poem?" Yue Xiyan asked with a sideways look.

"Name?" Zhou Tong hesitated, this was Li Bai's "Drinking Alone Under the Moon", and the first sentence was a pot of wine between the flowers, which he changed to a pot of wine during the banquet in order to meet the occasion, which just echoed his solo drinking during the banquet.

"It's called "Drinking Alone During the Banquet". Zhou Tong responded, anyway, in this world, everything is up to him.

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