The argument of luck is not false.

At least at this moment, Xu Yuan has witnessed a fortune plunder.

The recitation of those geniuses was not a prayer at all, but a kind of mantra that was roughly equivalent to helping them establish a special contractual relationship with someone.

This is a fair contract, the content is to compete for talent, and the loser will be robbed of all the literary luck, which is the so-called talent.

Every reader has his own talent.

Some talents are bleak, and it is difficult to shine on their own future.

There are also some talents who are high in eight buckets, angry and angry, every time they put pen to paper, there are auspicious clouds, and they can write splendid articles, leaving their names in history, and the past and the present.

Talent is the accumulation of a reader's ability and the embodiment of his ability.

The talent is plundered, the inspiration is exhausted, the level is reduced, and it is difficult to return to the peak of the year.

And those who deprive others of their talent can skyrocket their talents, and their thoughts will surge, and they will be out of control. Being able to write eternal articles that far exceed their own standards, and can also quickly improve their talents in a short period of time, so that they can live up to their name.

And just in Fangcai, because no one can write better poems than the little ghosts, in fact, this group of talents in Luzhen has all been defeated!

Lost to the imp, or the owner of the imp.

All of their talents were absorbed by the flowing cloud pen.

In the next three days, these talented people will feel a headache, lack of energy, gray hair, hair loss, memory loss, and lack of words.

The plundering of talent is no less than a serious illness.

After three days, their bodies will adapt to the state of being deprived of their talents, and their literary literacy will be greatly reduced. Not to mention writing these golden sentences written by today's little ghosts, it is difficult to write poems of their own level in the past.

That Liu Shusheng, most of the time, was because he couldn't accept his own decline, so he meditated hard every day, even if he turned day and night upside down, he would reach a new high, and as a result, his body was empty and he died suddenly.

The traces on the back of Liu Shusheng's hand are left by a large number of practices before his death.

It's a pity that he didn't know that it was not a pen immortal, and what he recited was definitely not a word to invite immortals.

He never got a response, and it was difficult to live up to his fame, and finally embarked on the road of no return.

Liu Shusheng's experience will soon be repeated in the group of talents in front of him.

And the culprit is that Yu'er!

Xu Yuan watched coldly, looking at this joke-like meeting friends.

Those talented people who are in the middle of the plan deserve it, and it is never an exaggeration.

The so-called martial arts have no second, and there is no first in literature.

Since ancient times, talented people have always focused on their own talents.

Regardless of whether his nature is low-key or arrogant, or whether he is straightforward and straightforward, all in all, in the field of literature and talent, a true literati should have absolute confidence in himself.

Write it yourself, that's the best!

It's not a nobody, it's a belief that wins.

They can appreciate others, they can sympathize with each other, and they can make friends with others, but they will never admit that their things are far inferior to others.

If the heart is gone, then there is still a hammer literature.

Similarly, they are even more disdainful of plagiarizing other people's work or taking it for themselves that is not their own. Because once you do that, you admit that you are not as good as others.

You can deceive the world, but you can't deceive your own heart and the glorious way.

The heart of the text is dusty, the heart of the Tao is cracked, and the level is rare to make inch, not to mention that the level is more likely to plummet.

The text is also the Tao.

The road foundation must be stable, otherwise the road ahead is not the other side, but the cliff.

But what about the group of talented people in front of you?

I know that those articles were not written by myself, but were written by the pen automatically, but I want to say that it is my own brilliant hand.

While showing off, he has actually lost his belief in Wendao.

It's not a pity that talent is plundered.

Soon, only Zhou Xiaocheng and Xu Yuan in the field did not try the game called being a pen fairy.

Lang Yu'er looked over.

Lang Yu'er mainly looked at Zhou Xiaocheng.

Because Zhou Xiaocheng is only five years old, he has to show talent.

I don't know how much Wendao luck and talent is hidden in this son, if he can plunder, maybe one will be up to ten!

"Zhou Xiaocheng Xiucai, can you give it a try too? With the blessing of the pen fairy, the articles you write are definitely much stronger than what you write yourself. Lang Yu'er came over enchantingly and put the Liuyun pen on the table.

Zhou Xiaocheng frowned, what he needed now was chopsticks, not a brush.

Don't understand this?

There are big fish and big meat, and they also write poems and songs from Raushzi, this group of people is sick in the brain, right?

Haven't you ever been hungry?

The conditions are so good?

What about the good and the poor?

Seeing that Zhou Xiaocheng was unmoved, Lang Yu'er grabbed Zhou Xiaocheng's hand and wanted to hand him the Liuyun Pen and forcibly let him give it a try.

The talented people around them also followed suit, but it is unknown what kind of mentality they have.

Maybe a person who cheats will feel less guilty when he sees that the rest of the people are also cheating.

Syllable!

A slap suddenly slapped over, slapping away Lang Yu'er's hand, leaving a red mark.

The Flowing Cloud Pen also fell off the table.

"Speak well, you don't have to move your hands and feet." After Xu Yuan finished patting Yu'er, he waved for Hua Lao Bustard to come over, and then wiped his hands with Hua Lao Bustard's silk scarf.

Lang Yu'er was suddenly annoyed and angry, and scolded: "You are so rude! If it weren't for Zhou Xiaocheng Xiucai, you wouldn't have been able to get in this month today! Who do you think you are? It's just Xu Fu's people! ”

"Call you a sir, you still really put up a score! If you really have the ability, why aren't you even a child? Give you face! ”

After a burst of anger, Lang Yu'er was refreshed.

The rest of the people were also happy to see Xu Yuan deflated.

But everyone didn't think that Xu Yuan slowly stood up and said to Rong Yu'er: "Do you think that if you fool others, you will also fool the deity?" ”

Everyone was puzzled.

Buddha-figures?

Are you a Rausch son?

However, the next moment, Lang Yu'er's face turned pale.

Because I saw Xu Yuan slapping the table, the flowing cloud pen was bounced into the air.

Xu Yuan stretched out his hand to hold the pen, and he didn't need so many prayers at all, and wrote it into a poem: "After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn." The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream. The bamboo noise returns to the Huannu, and the lotus moves the fishing boat. Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay. ”

A five-character poem leaps onto the page.

No kidding, Mr. Xu's literary skills are so profound that it is not an exaggeration to say that there are 5,000 years of history.

Just after Xu Yuan put down his pen, everyone only felt refreshed, and the smell of green herbs after the rain came from the surroundings.

But everyone looked up, why did it rain in Luzhen tonight?

And that's not all.

The wind blows, and the water tinkles.

These voices are dreamlike, making it unbelievable that they are in the best singing girl restaurant in the fireworks and willow lanes in the south of Luzhen.

Isn't this something that can only be heard by a mountain stream?

All of this is stunning.

"This ...... Words follow the law, the text carries the way, and the pen comes true! This is a sign of a famous sentence through the ages! ”

"Dacai, this is a poetry Dacai was born!"

"This Xu Yuan, is it ...... Is it a great talent? ”

"I can't be wrong, the poems we just wrote are less than one-twelfth of this five-character poem."

He ...... Didn't ask the pen fairy, this was written by himself! ”

"This poem, there are paintings in the poems, and there are poems in the paintings, and the intention created is even enough to confuse the real with the false. This is no longer poetry, this is the Fa! ”

I have to say that although this group of talented people don't have much heart and ability, they still have eyesight.

At least know the goods.

Bang dang!

Xu Yuan put the Liuyun Pen on the table, and after a breath, the Liuyun Pen suddenly cracked and shattered into pieces.

At the same time, the strong talent contained in the pen poured towards Xu Yuan.

The owner of the Liuyun Pen, defeated!