As soon as the poem came out, the world was shocked.

He ...... The text of the road, restored!? Countless scribes were thrilled. 、

Especially the three-grade Confucians standing in the sky, it is even more unbelievable.

In the case of the shattering of the innate text, the Wendao can still be restored, how is it done?

Did you use the Inheritance Script!?

But none of that matters anymore.

When the poem "The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky" appeared, everyone was shocked by the rolling spirit that rushed towards them.

"This ...... This ...... "Even the Sanpin Confucianism was stunned by such verses.

How could there be such an earth-shattering sentence!?

With just this sentence, the entire capital seemed to be suppressed, and it was silent.

Especially in Yong'an Square, tens of thousands of scribes looked at the sky together, and the few dozen words were like mountains in the air, occupying all their sight.

The sneering face of the scribe of the Five Kingdoms was instantly stunned, and the mockery in Ji Wen's eyes seemed to be shattered by a heavy punch.

"This ...... How can it be!? ”

How could such a majestic poem be written by a scribe of the Jin Kingdom who was about to decline?

The scribes of a country are closely related to the fortune of a country.

The fortune of the country is prosperous, and the poems and writings of its domestic scribes are naturally imposing.

On the other hand, the decline of the fortunes of the country, the trend of decline in the scribes' verses cannot be concealed in any way.

Most of the poems written by the hundreds of thousands of scribes in the Jin Kingdom before this are like this.

If the country's fortunes are not prosperous, how can it afford such a prosperous poem!?

Unless, this person has the ambition to swallow the world!

Taking the mountains and rivers of the world as his own heart, swallowing thousands of miles, he can naturally write such poems.

But this ...... Undoubtedly, it is the most taboo thing for the royal families of various countries.

Just the first two sentences, it seems to be carrying the wind and sea rain, rushing towards the world.

The top Wenzong of the Jin Kingdom looked at the first two sentences and were all amazed.

Wei Wen couldn't contain the excitement in his heart.

Although his poems occupy the third place on the "water" list, in front of these two verses, it is like the difference between a small pond and a big river.

I'm still studying the subtleties of carving.

But Li Changan only relied on two sentences to sway out the monstrous spirit, and his carefully crafted little poem was instantly overwhelmed.

"The Yellow River has a long history, the drop is huge, from the Qin State in the west, such as falling from the sky, pouring hundreds of thousands of miles, east to the Qi State, rushing to the sea."

"Such a magnificent scene, it must not be seen with human eyes, these two sentences of Zhongyong Bo are extremely exaggerated, which can be called a miracle."

"In the previous sentence, it was written that the river is coming, and it is unstoppable; The next sentence writes that the river is gone, and there is no turning back. rises and disappears, and the smell of arias reciprocating spontaneously arises. ”

"It is worthy of being the loyal and brave uncle who suppressed the Wen Shengbang with the power of one person back then."

Before the words fell, exclamations swept in like a tide.

Wei Wen looked up,

Li Changan's second line of poetry has already risen into the sky.

"You don't see, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk."

It is just like a wave of unsettled, wave after wave.

There were constant exclamations in the capital.

The four lines of poetry written by Li Changan, even ordinary people, can feel the majestic atmosphere from them.

Even the three-grade Confucians in the sky had to be admired.

"If the first two sentences are an exaggeration of the spatial category, these two sentences are an exaggeration of the temporal category."

"lamenting the shortness of life, but not speaking directly, but saying, 'Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, scratching his head and looking at the shadow, and his expression of helplessness is like a painting.'"

"The whole process of life from youth to old age is said to be a matter of 'morning' and 'twilight', and the originally short time is even shorter."

"Just like the first two sentences, the originally magnificent Yellow River is even more magnificent."

Guozi Jianxian public relations first salute, looking at the poems hanging above the gold list, the excitement in his heart was difficult to control.

Such poems were born in the Great Jin Dynasty, and the luck of the Great Jin Dynasty was really saved.

"Li Chang'an's poems can really be called earth-shattering ghosts and gods, and the atmosphere is vast." Qin Zhenliang was also admiring.

In just four sentences, it already occupies the top spot of the gold list scroll.

It is no exaggeration to release such poems and suppress the world.

And looking at the situation, there must be a shocking sentence behind.

In the capital, from Dugu Cao in the palace, to the ministers of various prefectures, and then to the tens of thousands of students in the four courtyards and one prison, they all looked up at the sky.

It's like looking up at a supernatural peak.

Li Changan's poems are sprinkled, but with a strong and powerful momentum, they rush into the gold list scroll.

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon."

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone."

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require three hundred cups of drink."

"An Wensheng, Zhou Wufu, will enter the wine, don't stop the glass."

"Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me."

On the gold list scroll, the golden light turned into a rain of light and fell down.

The luck of a mansion that is melted into a furnace with this seems to break free from the shackles of the gold list, turn into a dragon, and roar to the sky.

The other five gold list scrolls seemed to be suppressed, the golden light was dimmed, and they lost the appearance of the rising luck of the previous few days.

Some scribes who studied poetry all day long looked at the heavenly verses, and their bodies trembled with excitement.

What could be more exciting than seeing the birth of a hand-me-down?

"'Life must be happy' seems to be preaching timely pleasure, but it is only a façade."

"Zhong Yongbo used an optimistic tone in the back to affirm himself: 'I am born to be useful', which is really a good sentence that is applauded and praised."

There was a dying old man, pointing to the verses in the sky, and said excitedly to the young scribes beside him,

"The word 'I' in this sentence refers to the loyal and brave uncle? The 'me' here is the great self, and even refers to my great jin, so why not? ”

"Remember, 'I was born to be useful'!"

The whole capital was looking at the poems shining in the sky.

Many people have felt the inspiring meaning conveyed by Zhong Yongbo through his poems.

The entire capital was shocked at the beginning, and gradually turned into a vigorous and passionate excitement.

"'The daughter is gone, and she will come back!' This is another astonishing statement of high self-confidence, which can drive money and not be made by money, enough to make all ordinary people stagger. ”

"This sentence is a pride deep in the bones, and it is by no means a pretente that can get one-ten-thousandth of it."

"The spirit of loyalty and courage is rare in ancient times!"

"Comparable to this style, Uncle Zhong Yong depicts a grand feast."

"It's not 'one plate, two dishes?' Do you want a pot of wine, two pots? Instead, he 'cooked the sheep and slaughtered the cows' in one go, and never gave up until he drank the "three hundred cups." ”

There are scribes interpreting it, and the people next to them applaud it, and they are fascinated.

However, a few lines of poetry will shake the weather in the capital.

An Nanyu and Zhou Ziyu, who were originally in a hurry to Yong'an Gate, looked at the following two sentences and suddenly stopped.

"This ...... Is this talking about us? Zhou Ziyu looked at the three words "Zhou Wufu" and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"We're going to go down in history too!"

Zhou Ziyu was excited, his eyes were shining, "This poem must be passed down through the ages, even the vast river cannot bury it." ”

"Brother An, we are going to leave a name in history because of a poem by Brother Li!"

Annan Yu was still dressed as a man at this time, she looked at the poems with light flowing in the sky, and the willow eyes were full of indescribable brilliance.

It seems to recall the beginning, when I was still in Dongyue County, and I went to the Jiaofang Division to drink together.

It was the drunkenness of that night that made them form an indissoluble bond.

In front of the gold list of Yongan Plaza,

The speed at which Li Chang'an put pen down became faster, as if it was combined with this poem.

The wildness becomes more and more agitated, and the melody of the poem accelerates.

"The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time."

"The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name."

"King Chen used to feast peacefully, and he fought wine for ten thousand years."

"What is the master's words, he has to sell the right money."

"Five-flowered horses, daughters and furs, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you."

The rest of the poems are written in one go, as if the Yangtze River and the Yellow River are pouring for thousands of miles.

The wild literary spirit surged out from Li Changan's body, turning into a long river of waterfalls going against the sky between heaven and earth, shaking the gold list scroll.

When the last "eternal sorrow" falls.

A burst of thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

The luck of the Great Jin Mansion entrenched on the scroll of the gold list could no longer be suppressed, and turned into a ten-zhang long golden dragon, roaring in the sky.

Then he soared into the sky, hovering over the capital, and sprinkled one after another snowflakes of culture.

On this day, the spring breeze is not over, and the branches of thousands of trees are blooming.