Inside the Wangjiang Building, the ink fragrance was suddenly wanton.

I saw that on Wang Ming's fortune map, the golden halo was blooming, and in the dark, a majestic aura filled the audience. The halo was like a gentle stream, endless.

Above everyone's heads, a picture of mountains and rivers slowly appeared, shrouded in that golden halo, so that everyone was deeply immersed in it.

Cangzhou Mansion Yin slightly widened his eyes, looked at Xu Hanlin and said: "This is a vision of poetry becoming luck, what a Wang Ming, he can become poetry and luck before he shows his talents, and it is two poems, and in the future, the future is immeasurable!"

Xu Hanlin nodded and said slowly: "Well, the luck in this world is invisible, mixed and disorganized. Wen Xiu is to see through the luck of this world, poetry, is the best introduction, can quantify the invisible luck into tangible visions, this is the basis of Wen Xiu, if its own luck is not enough, the same can not be done, this Wang Ming is now one step ahead, and there will be something to achieve in the future!"

On the stage, the evaluation of the two adults was very high, and everyone opened their eyes wide at this moment, looking at what happened around Wang Ming.

The golden halo has not dissipated for a long time, setting off the poems written by Wang Ming, shining brightly, and on the map, the landscape painting that is still a little rough has been thick and colorful at this time, just like a new painting, clear and beautiful.

Wang Ming felt the warmth of the golden halo, and at this time, he was in high spirits, put away his pen and turned around, showing the verses behind him.

Wang Ming bowed his hand and said arrogantly: "In Xia Shicheng, it is also called "Sigh Qingming"!" After finishing speaking, Wang Ming glanced at Tuofei contemptuously.

At this time, everyone also understood in their hearts that Wang Ming was aiming at Tuofei, and he was not merciless at all, and even gave the same name, which was a hard slap in Tuofei's face. However, even so, no one cares about it at this time, and everyone wants to see what this poem that can lead to luck is like.

Wang Ming's proud face showed a victor's smile, and then read it out loud:

"Look at Qingming in the Qingming season, flying rain pear flowers and green. ”

"Listen to the song and sing the old things, and don't drink the spring breeze and cold wine pavilion. ”

At this time, the golden mangs of luck have not dissipated, and after Wang Ming finished reading the first half of the poem, it makes people seem to have entered the artistic conception again.

The gentleman on the stage couldn't help but praise: "Good sentence, the artistic conception of the first half of this sentence is very deep, and the Qingming scenery and atmosphere have been completely depicted, but I don't know what the momentum of the second half of the song is." ”

"Well, that's right, it must be good, otherwise this luck vision is not casual. ”

After that, I heard Wang Ming continue to read out the second half.

"The long sky is gloomy, and it is difficult to express high feelings in an inch. ”

"There are no hills and ravines in Wangjiang River, only Aowen has fame. ”

After Wang Ming finished reading, all of a sudden, the audience was amazed, and even the people who watched the excitement had forgotten to regret the failure of Ding Ban, and they were all feeling the meaning of this poem.

Xu Hanlin nodded and smiled: "Hehe, this Wang Ming, although he is a little young and vigorous, but it is also a good thing to have such aspirations, this poem is very good!"

Cangzhou Mansion Yin said: "Well, this 'Wangjiang has no hills and ravines, and Aowen has fame', which clearly means that in Wangjiang Tower today, there is nothing that can make him look high, only the poetry of Aoyun is what he wants." Haha, this kind of spirit is indeed a little higher, but today he also has this capital. ”

The meaning of this poem, most people can also understand, the front writes the clear feelings, the back borrows the scene, said their ambitions, the sky, inch by inch, at a glance, can not see any obstruction of the hills, only good poetry and fame, is what the heart wants.

The two adults have already given a high evaluation, even if they both understand that the hill he is referring to is the students in the Wangjiang Tower, and there are some people in their eyes, but after all, this is a poem that can lead to luck, but there is capital rampant.

The corners of Wang Ming's mouth rose, and he was a little excited in his heart, and then he actually closed his eyes, and after he finished reading, he secretly glanced at the reactions of the two adults of Cangzhou Mansion Yin and Xu Hanlin, and saw them nodding in approval, and his heart was settled, because the two people with the highest rank here have already recognized, that is, they have already won.

So, he now closes his eyes and is ready to enjoy the envy and praise of everyone, which is his favorite thing, and it has always been like this, and it is in the limelight.

However, after closing his eyes, after a long while, no one spoke, and there was no cheering, as if the world was quiet in an instant, Wang Ming felt very strange, at first he thought that everyone was stunned after hearing his poems.

But when he opened his eyes and looked ahead, his eyes almost didn't pop out, and his mouth opened wide, and his jaw was about to mop the floor.

Not far ahead, the screen near the sky, the light is shining in an instant, if it is said, Wang Ming's luck just now is a cyan water stream, and the sky is a turbulent river.

Suddenly, in the building, a majestic and desolate aura struck, spreading around the golden halo, permeating the surroundings, behind Lintian, suddenly floated out of a piece of ink, like substance, scattered in the air, just like ink painting, actually flowed out of the beautiful lines, forming several outlines.

I saw that the outline gradually became clear, it was actually painted as a dragon and snake, and finally flew into the painting of the map, only to see the map behind Lintian, it was not just the color was clear, there was an extra dragon and snake out of thin air, the most obvious outline is not detailed, but it still makes people feel lifelike.

The golden mangs of luck are getting bigger and bigger, and then an inexplicable halo rushes into the sky. At this time, it was already evening, but this golden light luck actually illuminated half of Cangzhoucheng, and when it was clear and rainy, it was actually dispersed by the power of this luck......

The rain in April actually stopped.

It was past dusk, and the people outside saw the deep blue sky, although they didn't know what was going on inside, but they already felt that there must be heavy news.

Cangzhou Mansion Yin and Xu Hanlin couldn't sit still at the moment, and actually stood up, Cangzhou Mansion Yin's eyes widened, and he said loudly: "This time, is it ......?"

Xu Hanlin didn't look at Cangzhou Mansion Yin, but kept staring at the change in the vision in front of him, and said slowly: "This time it must be right, this kind of luck must be, at the beginning, I felt a fluctuation, but I thought it was Wang Ming's poetry, but I didn't expect it to be his ......"

"Well, it's a bit of a surprise, and it should take a little time to see that this vision is not over. ”

"Well, that's right, luck becomes a pool, a natural vision, ink creatures, and a picture is added to the painting, this is the realm of fame, 'poetry of fame'!"