In the dark night sky of Kaiyuan City, auspiciousness suddenly appeared, reflecting the entire sky.

Chu Shihuai looked horrified, "Poetry has become a vision!" This is a picture recorded in the classical books, and the talent is shocking! ”

According to the fragmented classics, in ancient times, scholars prevailed all over the world.

There are often peerless geniuses who write amazing poems.

Every time a masterpiece is born, it can trigger the heavens and make the talent fall from the sky.

Not every masterpiece can become a classic sung through the ages, and the Psalms are also graded.

Its performance is mainly the size of the change that induces the vision of heaven and earth when the poem is written.

The poem becomes a town, and the vision can cover the realm of a country, which is a classic for the ages.

The poem becomes Mingzhou, and the vision of heaven and earth can include a state, and it can be famous for a while.

Chu Shihuai rushed to the window regardless of the image, pushed the window open, and looked up at the sky.

I saw that the night sky was as black as ink, and it was already red at this time.

The sky was shrouded in auspicious clouds, and there was no edge in sight.

Under the rays of light, the figure of a saint slowly emerged, and the sound of reading aloud shocked the heavens and the earth.

"Poetry into Zhenguo! A swan song for the ages! ”

She couldn't help but exclaim!

Although the rule of the state has been completely broken since the Middle Ages, she has no specific concept of how big a country is.

But at this time, it looks like the night sky is like day, and everywhere you look, it is auspicious.

Chu Shihuai understood in his heart that this is Shicheng Zhenguo!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud bang came from behind itself.

Chu Shihuai suddenly turned around, and saw that the desk in front of Su Bai had collapsed at this time.

The floor was smashed into a deep depression.

A piece of rice paper emitting a faint light was lying quietly in the pit.

Seeing this scene, her pupils dilated instantly.

Her desk is not simple, but it is made of peach wood with great painstaking efforts.

It can easily carry 10,000 catties of gravity without losing the slightest.

Before Su Bai wrote poems, there was only a stack of rice paper and pen and ink on the table, which was not even a fur.

But that's it, the moment Su Bai's poem "Will Enter the Wine" was written, this mahogany desk was directly crushed!

"If I can collapse my peach wood table that can carry 10,000 catties, it is sure to be the poetry of Zhenguo!"

The poem becomes a town, and a word weighs a thousand pounds!

This poem "Will Enter the Wine" is close to 100 words, and when the poem was written, the thin piece of rice paper had already exceeded 100,000 catties.

For the desk that suddenly collapsed, Su Bai's brows only furrowed slightly, and then let go again.

After drinking such a large amount of high-grade liquor, he was already full of drunkenness at the moment, and his thoughts were a little blurred.

However, he had already made up his mind to learn from the literati of the ages and experience the speed of drinking and composing poetry. Feel.

Grabbing the jar again, the whale swallowed a big mouthful.

He simply lay on the ground directly, raised his hand and waved, and the rice paper moved in the wind, covering the entire floor.

The inkstone had already been shattered and spilled to the ground.

He picked up Zhu Hao, put it in his mouth, moistened it with the tip of his tongue, and then put down the pen again against a blank piece of rice paper.

If you want to be a happy copyist, how can you write a poem?

Chu Shihuai watched him wave again, and the expression on his face was wonderful.

"Childe, it's not enough for him to make a poem about the town!?"

"I still have to write !!"

The consternation in my heart was fleeting, and then ecstasy.

For her, it is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to witness the birth of classic poems.

The vision of heaven and earth that was triggered just now was huge and enormous.

In just a few breaths, Chu Shihuai felt that the talent in his body had skyrocketed several times.

These tones that fell from heaven may not have any feeling for others.

But for her, it was a great gift.

I didn't expect Su Bai, who seemed to be lazy and exaggerated, to be so talented.

I didn't expect that I just made a temporary idea and asked him to compose a poem on the spot, but he directly wrote a classic for the ages.

Chu Shihuai's eyes flashed, "Write!" Just write! The more you write, the better! ”

At this time, the outside world also became lively because of the sudden vision in the sky.

Not only Kaiyuan City, but other places at the moment when the vision rose.

Almost everyone stepped out of the room and looked up at the sky.

Even countless mortals were shocked, and many thought it was a heavenly immortal manifestation.

Rui's light shone on these mortals, and the invisible aura melted into their bodies.

They felt a lightness all over their bodies, and a warmth rose from their bodies.

Someone suddenly discovers that an old disease that has tormented them for many years has suddenly been cured.

Some elderly people even found that their gray hair was turning white at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The wrinkles on his face have also dissipated a lot, and the whole person looks a lot younger.

"This ......"

"Immortals! It's a god! ”

"The gods in the sky have manifested their spirits!!"

The mortals who noticed the anomaly exclaimed, and then they all fell to their knees and began to pray.

And those monks, after feeling the spilled aura, found that there was no strange use at all.

But when the sound of reading aloud in the sky came, the faces of the monks all turned horrified.

"This voice is so strange, it feels like it makes people's thoughts clear!"

"Hiss...... since I feel that my cultivation that has been stuck for many years is starting to loosen!"

"Haha, I see! That's how this sword should have been used! ”

Exclamations rang out one after another.

The monks who heard the sound of reading aloud fell into a wonderful state of epiphany at this moment.

Many people have been troubled by the cultivation problems that have been plagued for many years, or the difficulties of the exercises, and at this moment, they all suddenly opened their mouths and suddenly realized it.

They immediately sat cross-legged and began to cultivate on the spot to the sound of reading aloud.

For fear of a delay, I will miss this God-given breakthrough opportunity.

On the street outside Jiuxian Tower, Wang Mengyao slowly opened her eyes.

Just now, under the strange sound of reading, she realized something in her heart and successfully broke through from the peak of foundation building to the realm of Juyuan.

Since the last foundation was built, in just one month, she has once again broken through a big realm.

The cultivation speed is simply terrifying!

Not only that, but the Xuanlei True Technique, which had been bothering her for a long time, also succeeded in taking a step forward at this moment.

With a flip of the palm, a black electric light appeared.

Wang Mengyao knew that the true thunder in her body had entered the second stage, and its power had increased more than tenfold.

Putting away the electric light, she turned around, and glanced at Zhang Yinyue, who was slowly opening her eyes.

"Congratulations to Senior Uncle, Congratulations to Senior Uncle, for successfully advancing to the Divine Power Realm."

Zhang Yinyue couldn't stop smiling between her eyebrows, she raised her eyes to look at the sky, and said with emotion:

"It's all thanks to this sudden vision!"

"I didn't expect this reading voice to be so strange, and it actually allowed me to get a glimpse of the perception of the realm of supernatural powers, and it was a matter of course and I was successfully promoted."

At this time, the holy land is tens of millions of miles away.

In a top-secret forbidden place.

A stone statue suddenly opened its eyes, and its body began to crack inch by inch.

In a few breaths, an elegant figure was revealed.

He held an ancient scroll in his hand and looked up at the sky.

The eyes were deep, as if they had pierced through the void and reached the vision above Kaiyuan City.

"Hundreds of thousands of years!"

"Finally, someone has written a poem once again that has been sung through the ages!"

His hand holding the ancient scroll trembled slightly, "Confucianism, there is finally a successor!" ”