Li Changan glanced at Ji Wen, who was pale, and deliberately paused, "This benevolent brother, if you admit defeat yourself, I won't write, how about it?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the high platform suddenly breathed sluggishly.

Especially the scribes of the Zhou State were even more furious, and they hated to kill Li Changan directly here.

Dare to humiliate Da Zhou like this, really look for death!

"Li Changan, you humiliate Da Zhou like this, do you know that life and death are impermanent?"

Ji Wen's face quickly regained his calmness, and the anger in his eyes quickly disappeared, and he looked at Li Changan calmly, as if he was looking at a dead man.

"I'm just treating others the way I am, why should Brother Ren have the intention of killing?" Li Changan said with a smile,

"Or do you want to fight me here?"

The corners of Ji Wen's mouth hooked up a sneer, "With your cultivation realm, you are not worthy of being my enemy." ”

"Shiwen, you won, but in terms of combat power, you won't be my opponent if you are ten."

As he spoke, he looked at Li Changan with a top-down downward look, "You should be glad that you are just testing poetry now." ”

Li Changan smiled, turning a deaf ear to Ji Wen's disdain and light poetry, "That's right, otherwise you would have been killed here by my Great Jin scribe." ”

"Today's Six Nations Poetry Conference should also end."

"I've heard you'd love to end early...... I have fulfilled your wishes. ”

"If you know how to be polite, you should thank you."

After that, he no longer looked at Ji Wen and other scribes of the Zhou Kingdom, and took Chen Annian to the front of Zhang Bu's "dream" list of the Zhou Kingdom.

Countless eyes moved with his movements.

Everyone's hearts tugged.

"Among the six lists, the 'dream' list is the most difficult to write." Wei Wen couldn't help but speak, "Whether Uncle Zhong Yong can suppress the six rankings with the power of one person is all here. ”

"Compared with the other five lists, which are all physical objects, the 'dream' list is too ethereal, and the poems and essays written are strange, and there are very few who can be on the hall of elegance."

The other top Wenzong beside him are also worried,

"yes...... How can you write a dream well? Zhou Guo has been preparing for this poetry meeting for a long time, and in this list, they have won the top five in one country. ”

"I'm worried that Uncle Zhong Yong is not prepared, and in a hurry, he may not be able to write a famous story comparable to the previous five songs."

"It's hard, it's too hard."

For the "dream" list, many scribes also felt a burst of pressure.

In the first five lists, the momentum of Zhongyong Bo is too high, and he has almost cast an unsurpassable golden body of poetry.

If you miss the last "dream" list, you will inevitably leave some flaws.

"It's enough to be at the top of the list." A scribe said, "The one who humiliated me the most in the Great Jin was the Zhou State." ”

Everyone's confidence in Li Changan reached its peak, but before the final conclusion, they were all a little worried.

Under the watchful eye,

Li Changan finally put pen to paper.

"Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell."

"Seafarers talk about Yingzhou, and it is difficult to find a letter in the smoke and waves."

"The more people talk about the sky, the clouds may be visible."

"The heavenly grandmother is horizontal, and the five mountains are pulled out to cover the red city."

"The rooftop is 48,000 feet, and I want to fall southeast of it."

At the beginning of the poem, he writes about the ancient legendary overseas fairyland, Yingzhou, which is ethereal and unseekable.

And the Tianmu Mountain in the mouth of Yue is hidden from time to time in the floating clouds and neon, which is really like a fairyland. With the virtual lining of the real, highlighting the beautiful scenery of Tianmu, it is very magical and fascinating.

It's the familiar pride again.

Although Tianmu Mountain is known as a wonderful show, it is still a small thing in the hearts of the world compared to the famous mountains of Wuyue.

However, Li Changan praised Tianmu Mountain as "pulling out the five mountains to cover the red city".

The whole Tianmu Mountain is written to stand outside the sky, straight into the sky, majestic and extraordinary.

"It's done, it's ......" Wei Wen trembled with excitement.

Just after reading the first paragraph, his heart rose with excitement.

Such a momentum can only be written by Zhongyongbo.

Once such a bold work is written, it must be another masterpiece that shocks the world.

He was not the only one who was in such a mood, but all the scribes who saw this psalm were shocked again.

Sure enough, another famous article!

The heroic spirit of the whole poem comes to the face at the beginning.

Li Changan continued to write,

"I want to dream of Wu Yue, and fly to the mirror lake and moon in one night."

"The lake and the moon shine on me, send me to Yanxi."

"Gong Xie's residence is still there today, and the water is rippling and the ape is crying."

"With Xie Gong's clogs on his feet, he climbed the green cloud ladder."

"Half of the wall sees the sea and the sun, and the air smells the chicken."

"Thousands of rocks are uncertain, and the flowers are leaning on the stones."

"The bear roars and the dragon sings Yin Yanquan, and the chestnut deep forest is terrifying."

"The clouds are green and green and want rain, and the water is surging and smoking."

"There is a lack of thunderbolts, and the hills are destroyed."

"The stone door of the cave is suddenly opened."

"The blue and dark are bottomless, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform."

"Ni is the clothes and the wind is the horse, and the kings of the clouds are coming down one after another."

"The tiger drum is rushing back to the car, and the immortals are lined up like hemp."

"Suddenly the soul throbbed with courage, and the trance rose and groaned."

"But the pillow of the time, the smoke of the lost direction."

The previous paragraph has not yet written about dreams, and this paragraph is the wonderland of dreams.

The mighty river is rushing like the Yangtze River.

On the only remaining gold list scroll in the sky, the luck was steaming, and before the poem was over, it had already turned into a luck dragon swimming in the sky.

The atmosphere is surging, and a brilliant and splendid fairyland with thousands of weather emerges in mid-air.

The whole capital was stunned.

Countless people craned their necks to get a glimpse of this fairyland.

Ordinary people only feel the wonder and magnificence in it, but the scribes, especially those with extremely high realms, feel the illusion of almost suffocation.

It was as if Li Changan had really been to Wonderland.

This earthly realm can no longer carry his pen and ink, and only the otherworldly fairyland is its destination.

"Is there really an immortal in the world?"

Qin Zhenliang of Songyue Academy couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion,

"Unbelievable ......"

Guozi Jian Guan Xianli couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief,

"Such exquisite and wonderful verses are not like earthly poems, but they should come from heaven!"

"Following the flight and writing about what you see in the mountains, the stone path is circling, the light is dim in the deep mountains, and you can see the sea and the sun rise into the sky, and the pheasants are singing."

"This is a piece of dawn, but in the charming mountain flowers, leaning on the stone for a while, I suddenly feel that the twilight is coming, and the change of twilight is so sudden."

"In the twilight, the bears roar and the dragon roar, reverberating between the valleys, trembling in the deep forests, and shaking the peaks of the layers."

"Not only the living bears and dragons express their emotions with groans and roars, but even the tops and deep forests can tremble and be alarmed, and the smoke, water, and green clouds are full of gloom."

"This strange realm has made people horrified enough, but it has not stopped here, and the poetry has turned from strange to absurd, and the poetry has entered a climax."

Such poems have never been seen or heard of.

It was like a bolt of lightning that split the dark clouds overhead, allowing all beings in the world to see the verses of another realm.

Zhenzhen will unimaginably fairyland, showing the world.

There was no one present who did not fall for it.

No matter how upset Li Chang'an was, the scribes of the Five Kingdoms who hated to break his body into pieces opened their mouths wide, looked at the poems in the sky, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

The vision in the sky continues to evolve with the verses.

In the terrifying deep twilight, the hills and mountains collapsed in an instant, and a fairy world "suddenly opened".

"The blue and dark are bottomless, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform. Ni is the clothes and the wind is the horse, and the kings of the clouds come down one after another. "The blessed land of the cave appears here.

"The King of the Clouds" wears a rainbow as a coat, drives the long wind as a horse, the tiger drums for it, and the Luan drives for it, all of which are ordered by the poet's pen to go to the grand event of the fairy mountain.

The grand and enthusiastic scene spread out for dozens of miles.

"The immortal people are like hemp"! The immortals seemed to be lining up to welcome the poet.

The golden platform, the silver platform and the sun and the moon reflect each other, the scenery is magnificent, colorful, how thrilling and dazzling, the brilliance is dazzling!

Such a vision seems to reflect the entire capital into a fairyland on earth.

All the common people and scribes were also clothed with a layer of brilliance, like immortals.

At this time, Li Chang'an's pen turned and dragged the poem back from the dream.

"The same is true of the pleasures of the world, and everything has flowed in vain since ancient times."

"When will you return? And put the white deer between the green cliffs, you must ride to visit the famous mountain. ”

"An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy!"

At the beginning, I was still lamenting and sighing.

But soon, he placed his mood in the mountains and rivers, adding a touch of soothing pleasure to the soul.

The last two sentences, like a stroke flying from the sky, instantly lit up the whole poem.

I spit out all the anger and depression in my chest.

High-spirited and exciting, the feeling of chic dust arises spontaneously, echoing in the heaven and earth.

Up and down the capital, there was a sudden silence.

Long

A third-grade Confucian in the sky said in a daze, "Li Chang'an, can be the immortal in the poem......"