"Drinking Alone at the Banquet?"

Hearing this name, Yue Xiyan nodded empathetically, isn't Zhou Tong just drinking alone during the banquet, he poured himself a drink, drank most of the pot of Yulu wine, at this time Zhou Tong composed poems and lyrics, she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, it seemed that she had just snubbed him.

Yue Xiyan picked up the pen again and wrote the words "drink alone during the banquet" on the beginning of the poem.

"Miss Xiyan, please also ask you to solve the problem for the second game. After losing the first game, Feng Yuanjun naturally wanted to save the defeat and couldn't wait to propose the start of the second game.

"Well, let me think about it. Yue Xiyan frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "The Qixi Festival is approaching, so it's better to take the Qixi Festival as the theme of this second game." ”

"Okay, Miss Xiyan's topic is appropriate. Feng Yuanjun laughed and clapped his hands in praise.

On the day of the Qixi Festival, there was a "Wenlan Meeting" jointly held by the four academies, in order to shine at the meeting, Feng Yuanjun has silently prepared several poems with the theme of the Qixi Festival.

"Zhou Gongzi, do you have any objections?" Yue Xiyan looked at Zhou Tong.

"Nope. Zhou Tong shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed face, "However, there is still to be a ghostwriter from Miss Lao Xiyan." ”

"It's an honor for me to ghostwrite for Mr. Zhou. Yue Xiyan chuckled and nodded, her words came from her heart, God knows if Zhou Tong's poems will attract visions, if she does it again, then Yue Xiyan will really make a lot of money.

The second game of fighting poems officially began, Feng Yuanjun thought for a moment, and then picked up the pen and wrote.

And the rest of the eyes of the people are focused on Zhou Tong's body, in the first game, everyone is waiting to see his jokes, this time it is different, everyone's eyes are a little more expectant, the Wen Xiu worship are more talented people, although Zhou Tong is only a martial artist, but the poem just now is enough to make everyone present look sideways.

"I don't know what other poems this guy can write?" Shen Muling stared at a pair of big eyes, the contempt in her eyes had disappeared, but she didn't believe that a martial artist who couldn't even write a word could make such a classic poem, so in her heart, she was still happy to see Zhou Tong make a mistake.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhou Tong pretended to think for a while, compared to love poems? This is really special for him, in order to pick up girls in his "hometown", he almost memorized all the famous and compelling love poems at home and abroad, at this time, he just wanted to use which one.

"Tanabata Festival...... Well, that's it!"

After thinking for a while, Zhou Tong determined the goal, and then chanted, "The thin clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark." As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win and there are countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can they be there, morning and twilight? ”

That's right, what Zhou Tong took out was Qin Guan's "Queqiao Immortal Xianyun Trick", this is a poem, a word that is almost a household name in Zhou Tong's hometown, but it is just in line with the title of the Qixi Festival at the moment.

Sou~!

Fall.

The wind is up again.

As in the creation of "Drinking Alone at the Banquet", a thick white smoke flowed out of the tip of the pen in Yue Xiyan's palm, and then condensed into the wind and danced on the table......

"Hold the grass! It actually caused a vision of heaven and earth again!!"

"Perverted! It's so perverted!"

"It's talent condensation again, when is it so easy to condense the wind?"

“......”

Feng Yuanjun's three followers involuntarily burst into foul mouths, one by one with their mouths open, and their fists were eager to be stuffed into their mouths.

Shen Muling on the side was also stunned, in addition to shock, he was still shocked in his beautiful eyes, and two consecutive poems were recognized by the saints, attracting visions of heaven and earth, this is simply a great writer in legends!

"Talent condenses the wind, talent condenses the wind!!"

"Hahaha, my work has also been recognized by the saint!!"

Different from the reaction of everyone, Feng Yuanjun laughed excitedly when he saw the vision, because when the vision appeared, he happened to finish writing his work, and his own expectations for this work were also very high, so when the vision happened, his first reaction was that his poem was recognized by the saint.

It's just that after laughing unbridledly, Feng Yuanjun showed a puzzled expression on his face again, because the vision was caused by him, but the talent was in Yue Xiyan.

"What's the situation???! sage made a mistake" Feng Yuanjun frowned, looked down at the poems on his desk, and there was nothing unusual at all.

"It wasn't me who caused the vision??" At this moment, Feng Yuanjun realized that it was not his own poems that caused the vision.

looked at Zhou Tong on the side with shocked eyes, at this moment, the condensed talent was just split into two, and part of it lingered on Zhou Tong's side.

"Sure enough, it's still him......" Feng Yuanjun opened his mouth, his body trembled involuntarily, the shock in his heart had reached the point of no return, as a literary cultivator, he knew how difficult it was to be recognized by a saint.

However, in the past half an hour, the person in front of him has been recognized by the saint twice in a row, causing the vision of heaven and earth, which makes the talent condense, and such a feat has probably not been done in the entire "South Eighth Academy".

"I lost!"

Feng Yuanjun lowered his head lonely, his eyes fell on his poems, and he suddenly felt bored, raised his hand, and slapped his palm on the poem, and the neat rice paper immediately turned into confetti.

"Thank you, Brother Feng, for the gold coins. Seeing this, Zhou Tong smiled lightly, and directly put the Qiankun bag containing three thousand gold coins of the "chips" on the table into his arms.

A poem fight ended in a completely unexpected ending, however, everyone was still immersed in shock, unable to extricate themselves, two poems, twice in a row recognized by the saint, this is simply incredible, at least in the history of Tianhe Academy and Haiyuan Academy has not been done.

"If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight, such beautiful sentences, such a moving state of mind, Zhou Gongzi, it is really a talent throughout the ages. Absorbing the massive talent attracted by the vision, Yue Xiyan felt that her cultivation was improving again, and it seemed that she was only one opportunity away from opening up the Wenhai, and looking at Zhou Tong at this time, her eyes were also full of infinite tenderness.

"Miss Xiyan praised it falsely, not because I had any talent, but because the girl's face was charming, and it was easy to think of such beautiful verses. Zhou Tong laughed, the love poem has come out, when will you not flirt with your sister at this time!

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