Yang Can had a plan in his heart, and took out the pen, but pretended to groan, and his brows were darkly locked. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Sure enough, some of Yang Can's opponents reacted, and the scheming people secretly sneered, and the grumpy ones were directly sprayed.

If Yang Can wasn't afraid that the people close to him would be too worried, he would definitely tease them well and make this group of people lose face.

"On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like daylight. Yang Can only wrote these two sentences, and he saw layers of literary tones, surging up.

A low and vast voice, chanting out, with the cold wind, kept spreading, it didn't seem to be intense, but it spread throughout the entire Jiangzhou City.

"I can hear it, I can hear it. An old man who had been deaf for many years suddenly shouted, the surprise on his face was indescribable.

Those people who originally spoke wildly, like Yu Dong, have changed their faces at this moment, and this style is really amazing.

Chen Tianhao was stunned and said loudly: "Look at the rhythm is not right, is there a peerless poem that will be published?"

In the hearts of Liang Yong and the others, there was infinite surprise at first, and then bursts of ecstasy, could it be said that this time, Yang Can will give people a bigger surprise.

Yang Can's face, with a confident smile, continued to write: "The willow tops on the moon, people are about after dusk. ”

The voice continued to be recited, and the people of Jiangzhou City, whether they were illiterate or not, were fascinated by this magical rhythm.

Countless literati, in an instant, all understood Yang Can's poetry, and couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

is also writing scenes, and the rest of the masters, compared to this poem, all seem empty, this poem from the scene into love, cut into nature, it is simply amazing.

As soon as these two lines of poetry came out, I saw that the tone in front of Yang Can was like boiling boiling water and a surging fountain, constantly rising.

Whether it is far or near, the entire Jiangzhou City is filled with a faint fragrance of ink, which makes people unconsciously refreshed.

"How is it possible? How can there be such a vision? In Jiangzhou City, it is impossible for such a person to be?" Xun Shen exclaimed in disbelief with a look of surprise on his face.

There was no one in the audience, I was not surprised, and there were many people who found a familiar feeling.

That is the feeling of Yang Can writing "White Snow Song" and "Yanqiu Ci", which makes people feel straight into their hearts and tremble physically and mentally after hearing it at first glance.

In front of everyone's eyes, there was a picture, it was a picture of the Yuan Xi season, the picture seemed to be alive, constantly flowing, there was a pair of lovers, dressed up neatly, coming out of their respective homes.

Looking at the silhouette of the man, it is vaguely Yang Can, the silhouette of the woman, I can't see it clearly, just a silhouette, with exquisite curves, gives people an incomparably beautiful.

The two men followed different routes and finally got together, and it was dusk, and the moon was hanging diagonally on the branches of the willow tree.

This scene is so beautiful, poetic and picturesque, people are fascinated by it, and it is a picture of a beautiful woman and a beautiful woman.

The picture darkened, and then disappeared.

Everyone was taken aback, unexpectedly the picture disappeared so quickly, couldn't Yang Can think of it, it was quite anticlimactic.

Xun Shen already laughed unconsciously, the scene just now startled him, and he thought that Yang Can's poem would be unstoppable.

Ye Chen, Yu Dong and the others all let out a long breath, their minds were extremely narrow-minded, and they would rather the people in the imperial city succeed than see Yang Can Ruyi.

The hearts of Liang Yong and others were re-pinched, and the other million made the first half of the rung amazing, and the second half of the rung was terrifying, which was a big joke.

"On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still the same. Fortunately, Yang Can didn't let people wait too long, and wrote it directly.

As soon as this line of poetry came out, the originally faint and hidden picture resurfaced, and the scenery and picture became more charming and constantly expanded.

Ten miles of picture scrolls, floating in the air, all the people in front of the Wangjiang Tower, all see clearly, as if in this world, there is another world.

Liang Yong and the others breathed a long sigh of relief, watching Yang Can write poems, they must not substitute feelings, this guy is playing with a heartbeat.

This bizarre scene stunned everyone on the field, and they all sensed the magic of peerless poetry from the depths of their hearts.

The man in the green shirt on the picture still appears, shuttling constantly in the scroll, even though it is just a painting, it makes people feel the man's anxiety and uneasiness.

Yang Can no longer sells Guanzi, and directly wrote the last sentence of this poem: "I don't see last year's people, and my tears wet the sleeves of my spring shirt." ”

This poem touched the hearts of many young people, it was simply written for them, and this is what they are thinking.

Those who are old, at this time, unconsciously think of the past, who has not had the moment of youth and ignorance in their youth.

Even children can't understand the mood of the poem, but the picture formed by the poem and the simple and bright rhythm fascinate them.

Especially those resentful men and women who think they are infatuated, after listening to this poem, they are simply stupid, and they have been immersed in the artistic conception of the poem and the yearning for their lovers for a long time.

After the whole poem was written, the literary tone continued to rise, far exceeding the height of the poem of the Seventh Prince and reaching the level of Zhenguo.

The entire people on the Wangjiang Tower were stunned, they didn't expect to see a Zhenguo poem here.

"Oh my God, today's poetry meeting actually produced a poem about Zhenguo, have you heard of it?"

"What?Zhenguo Poem? That must be those masters from the Imperial City, right? Otherwise, it's Qian Lao?"

"No, this poem was written by Yang Can. Of course, it's that Yang Can, the one who has gained a lot of fame in Jiangzhou City recently. ”

The crowd was like a frying pan, and even the most reserved people couldn't keep their composure.

Yang Can was very satisfied in his heart, the effect of this poem was exerted to the extreme in everyone's expectations.

Xun Shen was completely stunned, and when he thought of his evaluation of Jiangzhou and his contempt for Yang Can, he felt a pain on his face.

It's just that Xun Shen would have thought that Yang Can could resist the pressure and actually make a poem that reached the realm of Zhenguo.

Seeing that this poem will soon reach the realm of spreading the world, Xun Shen felt that his heart was bitter for a while.

Ye Chen and Yu Dong couldn't help but secretly rejoice that they had both been ruthlessly attacked, but fortunately this time it was not the point.

Including Leng Tong and Lu Zhu and others, they all empathize with Xun Shen's loss of soul, but in different fields.

"Xun Gongzi, I don't know how my poems in Jiangzhou are better than you?" Yang Can asked slowly.

Is Yang Can the kind of person who fell into the well? Seeing Xun Shen's pitiful appearance, will he strike a further blow?

Obviously, Yang Can is such a person, for this kind of openly provocative guy, he will not have any tolerance for making a move, and a dozen is the weakness of the other party.

Xun Shen had nothing to say, everyone on the field could see the huge gap between the two, how could he quibble.

It's just that this kind of Zhenguo poem, let alone Yang Can, is difficult to do even which great Confucians.

I have to say that Yang Can's luck is really against the sky, which makes Xun Shen constantly sigh bad luck in his heart.

Kong Yuan and Meng Lu had different attitudes, and after a short period of stunned, they immediately generously congratulated Yang Can.

In particular, Kong Yuan smiled very sincerely, and sighed that it was really worth the trip to see the birth of a Zhenguo poem when he came to Jiangzhou this time.

Since Yang Can chanted the poem of Zhenguo, the eyes of the seventh prince have been staring at Yang Can tightly, and his heart is full of surprise.

For a long time, the Seventh Prince has been lonely and self-appreciative, and he has a deep study of poetry.

The Seventh Prince often jokes about people and says that he really wants to leave everything behind and concentrate on writing his poems.

Now, seeing that Yang Can is even older, and in terms of poetry, he has surpassed him, and the seventh prince is finally balanced in his heart.

"Yang Can, your luck is so good, this poem is really wonderful. The Seventh Prince sighed sincerely.

Is it luck?

Yang Can smiled secretly in his heart, there were so many masters in his previous life, there were so many classic poems, and he was not inferior to anyone in the world in this regard.

Chen Tianhao and others all felt happy, Yang Can's poem can be regarded as a great face for Jiangzhou, and finally let Xun Shen and others know that Jiangzhou is the land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

All kinds of visions dispersed, and a piece of poetry, Shenhua was introverted, presented in front of everyone, and everyone knew the preciousness of this manuscript.

"Yang Can, I'll use that high-grade spirit stone to exchange for your poems, okay?" Meng Lu looked eager.

Everyone was in an uproar, everyone knew the preciousness of the high-grade spirit stone, and Yang Can's poem manuscript was afraid that it was not worth the price.

But this kind of thing is not easy to say, Meng Lu must be optimistic about Yang Can's potential, so he is determined to make this deal.

"Okay!" Yang Can agreed without hesitation, the day of the battle with Leng Jun was getting closer and closer, and what he needed most at the moment was to improve his strength as soon as possible.

The seventh prince took out a spirit stone, and saw that it was as pure as water, and it was indescribably crystal beautiful.

Yang Can had never seen such a pure spirit stone, and there was a burst of excitement in his heart, which would definitely greatly enhance his strength. (To be continued.) )