Under the gaze of everyone, Fang Yi slowly read out his first sentence.

"Atrium white arboreal crow."

Zhang Qingchen's heart trembled slightly, and in a moment's breath, he wrote the first sentence, raised his head, and at this time, a cold wind blew, and the moonlight reflected the atrium in the distance like frost, and the crows perched on the trees, making a noisy sound from time to time.

A sense of loneliness in Zhang Qingchen's heart arose spontaneously at this time, Fang Yi's first sentence did not say that the Huxin Pavilion was singing and dancing at this time, not to mention that the Wang family was full of lights, only that the atrium was white, the scene he saw was completely different from what everyone saw, presumably he was very lonely in his heart.

The eight-surnamed disciple suddenly fell silent.

Fang Yi spit out the second sentence.

"Cold dew silently wet osmanthus."

Zhang Qingchen glanced at Fang Yi carefully for the first time, and the cold dew was silently wet osmanthus!

Yes, at this time, the Mid-Autumn Festival rally has been held for more than an hour, and the cold dew has arrived, and the osmanthus trees in this courtyard are wet!

This is another lonely image, white, cold, crow, two lines of poetry, which have exhausted the loneliness in Fang Yi's heart!

"The moon is bright tonight."

Fang Yi read out the third sentence.

Zhang Qingchen suddenly felt a little dry mouth, he forcibly suppressed his restless heart, and looked at Fang Yi with a little more expectation in his eyes, he couldn't wait to know Fang Yi's next poem.

The eight surnamed disciples all looked at Fang Yi at this time, no one spoke, no one bothered, everything was silent, only the sound of breathing came and went.

Fang Yi read out the last sentence.

"I don't know who Qiu Siluo is?"

After Zhang Qingchen wrote this poem, the whole poem was completely formed.

"The white arboreal crow in the atrium, the cold dew and the silent wet osmanthus."

"Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know who will fall in autumn."

Sudden mutations.

At this time, the Wenqu star in the sky suddenly became unusually bright, and even wanted to compete with the bright moon, and the starlight sprinkled on the paper in front of Zhang Qingchen,

After a while, the paper suddenly began to shine with golden light, and wisps of talent qi emitted from the paper, instantly condensed into columns, and most of the talent qi flew away and dissipated.

Part of the talent entered Fang Yi's body, and part of the talent entered Zhang Qingchen's body.

Zhang Qingchen laughed for a while: "Great Confucianism is hopeful, Great Confucianism is hopeful!" ”

As he spoke, Zhang Qingchen threw himself to the ground towards Fang Yichang and thanked him: "Thank you for your talent, today's grace is unforgettable!" ”

At the same time, the panel in front of Fang Yi once again showed a handwriting.

[Talent is beginning to show: You made a Mid-Autumn Festival poem, and your talent triggered the movement of the literary songs, and you obtained the talent infusion. 】

[Scholar's gratitude: You let Zhang Qingchen write by hand, and gave Zhang Qingchen an extra chance to get 10 luck points. 】

[Poetry can be Zhenguo: Your Mid-Autumn Festival poems have become famous through the ages, poetry can town, and if Confucianism recites this poem, it can increase your talent slightly. 】

Fang Yi was also shocked by the scene in front of him.

He never thought that he just memorized a poem, and he would have such a gain??

At this time, the talent in the poem was divided into Fang Yi's body, and instantly turned into pure power, refining Fang Yi's body.

......

At the same time, the Great Departure Dynasty, the Confucian Palace.

This place is the residence of Mr. Big, Mr. Big is the descendant of the master, with the original "Four Holy Classics", when there is no saint, Mr. Big on behalf of the Four Sages to educate the world.

In the Confucian Palace, the statues of the four saints are lined up in turn, headed by the master, followed by Li Sheng, Jiang Sheng, and finally Zhou Sheng.

Scholars all over the world draw their talents from the Four Saints and study and cultivate the Tao.

Therefore, the incense of the Confucian Palace continues to this day.

At this moment, at a certain moment, Mr. Big, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes burst out with a terrifying light, and he fell into a state of chaos after a while, and the sun, moon and stars flowed rapidly in his gaze.

It was also at this time that a talent qi rushed into the Confucian Palace in an instant like a long rainbow through the sun.

That talent swirled endlessly, and finally fell into the original of the "Four Holy Classics" in front of Mr. Big, and in an instant, a terrifying golden light erupted above the "Four Holy Classics", and the golden light shone more and more, and finally, that golden light erupted, turned into thousands of golden talents, and disappeared in the wind with the wind.

Mr. Big's eyes were restrained at this time, and he returned to normal.

He glanced at the "Four Holy Classics" in front of him, and said to himself, "Who made the shocking article?" It actually resonated with the classics of the Four Saints and attracted the talents of the Four Saints to be given to the people of the world? ”

The talents of the Four Saints are all poured into the original of the "Four Sacred Classics", and the reader reads the Four Sacred Classics to obtain the Four Sacred Talents.

But just now, someone made a shocking article, which resonated with the Four Holy Classics, divided a talent, and gave it to the world's readers!

At this time, all the scholars in the world felt that they had inexplicably suddenly gained a little more talent, and their strength had also increased.

.......

Taiyuan Wang's house, Lake Center Pavilion.

Everyone present looked at everything in front of them in a daze, and no one spoke.

"The white arboreal crow in the atrium, the cold dew and the silent wet osmanthus."

These two sentences are simply lonely, and then think of Fang Yi coming from the north, in this great dynasty without relatives and no reason, it can be regarded as a wanderer, naturally it is not a reunion, this sentence vividly describes Fang Yi's lonely mood at this time.

Everyone else saw this cluster of flowers, ten miles of long lights, but Fang Yi saw the white moonlight, the empty atrium, the bleak dew, and the osmanthus that was already soaked.

"Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know who will fall in autumn!"

This poem has written all of Fang Yi's thoughts, tonight, thousands of households must be enjoying this round of bright moon in the sky, but Fang Yi's thoughts, who can understand it?

A poem wrote Fang Yi's situation at this time and the thoughts in his heart.

There are many Mid-Autumn Festival poems in ancient and modern times, but compared to Fang Yi's poem, they all seem so insignificant and fall behind.

The eight children present are all scholars, and they can tell the difference between good and bad.

At this time, they were all stunned, as if they were immersed in the artistic conception of the poem, unable to extricate themselves.

Until, Zhang Qingchen asked softly: "Fang Yi Xiaoyou, I don't know if this poem has a name." ”

Everyone woke up like a dream, and their eyes were all focused on Fang Yi.

"It's called "Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon and Sending Tsing Yi". Fang Yi pondered for a moment, then spoke.

"Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon and Sending Tsing Yi"!

This is a poem sent to Luo Qingyi!!

In a moment, the faces of the eight surnames began to become wonderful, and Tang Bubitter's face changed greatly, and his face changed from ruddy to pale, just in an instant.

This is another change in the artistic conception of the poem.

This is like a poem of longing, and sending it to Luo Qingyi adds a bit of love flavor.

When Fang Yi said this, he turned around and came to Tang Buku's face: "You, do you want to compare?" ”

It was just a faint five words, but Tang couldn't sit still without sitting hard, and he collapsed directly on the ground.

The rest of the crowd was silent.

Compare?

What to compare?

Take the face?

You've written poems like this, and you still want Tang to compare with him?

This is a blatant mockery.

But what about mockery?

Who would dare to say that they could write such an amazing poem that may be famous through the ages?

"Young Master Tang, I said you are not worthy, do you believe it now?" Fang Yi spoke again.

Tang Buku's face turned red, turned the color of pig liver, sweated profusely, and didn't say a word.

"Young Master Tang didn't say that he wanted to challenge me just now, and asked Fang if he dared to fight, Fang Mou responded, and Young Master Tang got up to write a poem." Fang Yi continued.

Murder and heartbreaking!

This Fang Yi is simply a demon, and what he said in these few words made Tang Bubitter feel bad for the whole person.

It's easy to kill people, but it's hard to punish people, but just a few words almost broke Tang Bu's bitter heart.

"Are you convinced?" Fang Yi's last sentence came out, and Tang Buku's body finally came with a clattering and clattering sound.

It was Wen Xin's broken voice, and the fierce talent instantly poured out from Tang Buku's body, Tang Bu snorted bitterly, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

A Confucian and Taoist cultivation is ruined today.

Don't be bitter and finished!

Everyone knows this very well, and a broken heart means that Confucianism and Taoism are hopeless in this life.

Zhang Qingchen looked at everything in front of him coldly, and did not make any movement.

"Do you still want to challenge Fang?" Fang Yi turned around and glanced around, and in his eyes, everyone present looked like they were all rubbish.

No one spoke.

Everyone kept their mouths shut, and no one dared to say anything, for fear that the next person with a broken heart would be himself.

Fang Yi laughed: "Since that's the case, Fang Yi will leave!" ”

As he spoke, Fang Yi was about to turn around and leave.

[Congratulations on suppressing Tang Bubitter with a poem, obtaining 10 luck points, and comprehending the sword move of "One Sword Light and Nineteen States". 】

[Congratulations on making an amazing poem, which has the possibility of being passed down through the ages, and you will get an additional 10 luck points.] 】

Fang Yi defeated Tang Bubitter and had already begun to settle the rewards.

"Wait!" But at this moment, Tang Bubitter's voice came from behind him again.

"You break my literary heart, cut off my Confucianism and Taoism, today's hatred is not shared!" Tang Bubitter staggered to his feet at this time, staring at Fang Yi deadly: "But I don't accept it!" ”

The monstrous resentment poured out from Tang Buku's body, and Tang Buku's face became distorted and terrifying at this time: "You are a barbarian from the north, but you can make such a poem with just a few words?" I don't believe it, I don't accept it! ”

"If you can write a psalm casually, then not everyone can be holy, and I have reason to wonder if the origin of your psalm is whether it was written by you!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone else present shook their heads, Tang Bubitter is crazy to lose his mind, Fang Yi has made such poems, still not convinced?

Everyone here is full of poetry books, how can they not know that this poem has never appeared in poetry books.

There is no doubt that this is what Fang Yi did, and no one had ever written such a poem before Fang Yi made this poem.

Zhang Qingchen also shook his head slightly at this time, and took the lead in speaking: "Tang Gongzi, please be cautious, the old man is older than you for some years, and I have read some books, but no matter where I come from, I have never heard of this poem "Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon and Sending Tsing Yi", and this poem has attracted the movement of the stars of Wenqu, and there is an atmosphere that has been passed down through the ages, which cannot be faked, this poem is of course written by Fang Yi Xiaoyou. ”

Tang Buku didn't seem to hear Zhang Qingchen's words, he just stared at Fang Yi deadly.

Fang Yi turned around, looked at Tang Bubitter's gaze for a long time, smiled slightly, and said, "So, you're not convinced, are you?" ”

"Tang is not bitter, not convinced!" Tang Bubitter stood up straight and continued to stare at Fang Yi.

Fang Yi laughed: "Okay, then let me ask you, what do you want?" ”

"If you write another amazing poem, I will believe you and obey you!" Tang Bubitter stared at Fang Yidao word by word.

This time, all the children, even those who couldn't look at Shang Yi in the first place, also felt that Tang Bubitter was a little too much.

You said that the poem was not written by someone else, and there is no evidence, people asked you how to believe it, and you said that you should let the family make another amazing poem?

Just kidding, is that Chinese cabbage?

Can you do it casually?

How many scholars, how many Confucians, scholars, and scholars have been able to compose amazing poems throughout the ages?

Even the four saints don't dare to say that they are just doing it, and it is a shocking poem.

"Don't be bitter, give up, this poem has been made, what else is there to say?" On the side, there were eight surnamed disciples who spoke up and said.

Tang Bubitter didn't move, just stared at Fang Yi deadly.

Fang Yi smiled slightly: "As you wish!" ”