Zhang Qingchen's gaze instantly stared at Fang Yi, and everyone else also looked at Fang Yi with disbelief on their faces.

What?

They never expected that Fang Yi would really agree!

Could it be that he can really make an amazing poem again?

How is this possible?

Who does he think he is?

Wenqu Xing descends to earth, the reincarnation of the four saints?

Even if it is the real reincarnation of the Four Saints, it is impossible to compose a poem, which is a shocking poem.

In fact, in fact, some of the poems of the Four Sages are written, which is quite ordinary.

At the same time, what they didn't know was that Fang Yi was on the panel in front of him

【Amazing Poetry, Second Challenge】

You have 2 choices: 1. Refuse Don's challenge.

[Ji Xiang: If you refuse, there will be no trouble, and you will get 10 luck points.

Malevolent: You have already won, the refusal is as it should be, and there is no murderous appearance. 】

2. Promise Tang Bubitter's challenge and compose another shocking poem.

[Auspicious Phase: Appearing in front of people is cool for a while, and you will get 20 luck points (extra double for the second challenge), and get the Daomen effect "Appearing in front of people".

Malevolent: If you fail the challenge, all your luck points will be deducted. 】

In front of Fang Yi, two options appeared again.

There is no doubt that Fang Yi chose 2, Fang Yi will not make poems for the ages, but he will memorize them.

......

"Hahaha, okay, Fang Yi, I want to see, you can really write amazing poems?" Tang Bubitter's eyes were full of jealousy: "Today, let me peel off your disguise!" ”

Fang Yi didn't answer, but turned around and asked, "Is there any wine?" ”

The maid handed over a jug of wine.

Fang Yi laughed, pulled out the spout, and drank heartily.

"Wine!" After drinking a pot, Fang Yi said loudly again.

"Wine!"

"Wine—come!"

For an hour, Fang Yi was drinking for a whole hour, his whole body was full of alcohol, his hair was scattered, and his whole face was also red, like a profligate, wild and uninhibited image.

However, at this time, taking advantage of the bright moonlight outside, it could be seen that Fang Yi's handsome face, coupled with the wild and uninhibited at this time, actually had a trace of wild beauty.

Although it is said that this Fang Yi is a barbarian from the north, he is also really handsome when he looks handsome.

Everyone present quietly watched Fang Yi drink, no one urged, and Zhang Qingchen was also quietly looking forward to it.

Fang Yi may really have a talent for poetry, maybe he can't say.

After a long time, Fang Yi finally drank enough, he spread his hair out, and then staggered to Zhang Qingchen: "Student Fang Yi, dare to ask Mr. Zhang for another ink treasure." ”

Zhang Qingchen was so happy that he couldn't help himself: "Okay, good, good." ”

This was an opportunity from the sky, and Fang just wrote a poem for Fang Yi, so he gained talent, so that he, who was already dying, suddenly felt that there was hope for Confucianism.

This time, if Fang Yi could still make amazing poems.

Obediently, I don't dare to think about it, because if I think about it, I will be happy to close my mouth.

"I'm going to make the first word!" Fang Yi opened his mouth lightly: "This song is called the head of the water tune song - when will the bright moon be there!" ”

Zhang Qingchen hurriedly began to write, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and there was everyone's demeanor.

"Mid-Autumn Festival in the eighteenth year of Chengping, drinking in the Huxin Pavilion, drunk, making this article, and Huai Qingyi!"

Fang Yi said as he continued to pour wine into his mouth.

Zhang Qingchen put pen to paper in an instant, this is the small preface of this poem, saying that Fang Yi made this word.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine! ”

Fang Yi's first sentence shocked everyone present.

And unlike the situation where Fang Yi made the poem just now, as soon as this word came out, when Zhang Qingchen put pen to paper, he felt extremely difficult, but every time he wrote a word, the word that was written roared up, and then the dragon was vaporized, and it instantly dispersed.

At the same time, the bright moon in the sky was also infected by talent at this time, and the moon instantly became huge and extremely dazzling.

Everyone present was attracted by the vision in front of them, and countless people stared blankly at everything in front of them.

Fang Yi was drunk at this time, unaware, and the whole person was uninhibited and chic, like a wine fairy descending to earth, to the extent of self-forgetfulness.

"I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace."

Fang Yi spoke again.

As soon as this sentence came out, the huge Haoyue in the sky emitted a fiery and terrifying light, illuminating everything in the world, and Wenqu Xing also burst out with a dazzling light at this time, wanting to compete with Haoyue!

The two streams of light complement each other, reflecting the earth as white as snow and as bright as day.

In the sky, a golden palace faintly appeared at this time, it was the Heavenly Palace!

......

Dali Dynasty, Confucian Palace.

The Four Holy Statues trembled wildly at this time, and terrifying talent and strength poured out from the Four Holy Statues, rolling like a long dragon, instantly rushing out of the Confucian Holy Palace and rushing to the bright moon in the sky.

The original of the "Four Holy Classics" in front of Mr. Big instantly turned into four figures at this time, standing in front of Mr. Big.

Mr. Big's body trembled constantly, and after a long time, he opened his eyes and bowed down instantly: "The younger generation has seen the four saints, and I don't know what happened, but it actually alarmed the souls of the four saints?" ”

The four saints smiled at this time: "Some students have made poems for the ages, Confucianism and Taoism should flourish, and the birth of the fifth saint is just around the corner!" ”

After that, the four holy heroic souls disappeared in an instant.

Only then did Mr. Da stand up, hesitate for a moment, and still ring the bell of the Confucian Palace.

"In Chao Daru, come and see me immediately!" Mr. Big's voice was accompanied by the bell, and it spread in front of all the great Confucians in the Dali Dynasty at this time.

......

In the palace, Xu Shoucheng had just been lying down at this time, but he suddenly heard Mr. Big's call, he got up instantly and waved lightly, "Enter Qingyun, see Mr. Big!" ”

As soon as he said the law, He Shoucheng stepped on the clouds and came to the Confucian Palace in an instant.

......

Jiangnan School Palace, Zhao Zhe was studying hard at this time, but the next moment, his face was solemn, and he gently spit out the word "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step", and then took a step, and the next moment, he came to the Confucian Palace.

At the same time, the hundreds of Confucians of the Dali Dynasty all performed their own magical powers of Confucianism at this time, but in a moment, the Confucians gathered together and met Mr. Big.

Of course, they also saw the miraculous scene of the Confucian Palace at this time.

The Confucian Sacred Palace was shining with golden light at this time, like a fairy palace, and the statues of the four saints were smiling at this time, as if they had come to life.

Mr. Big is dressed in the crown of the master, as if the master is alive, and his eyes reflect the mountains and rivers of Dali, and the splendid rivers and mountains.

"Disciple, meet Mr. Big!"

At this time, the great departure from the saints, the master of the descendants of the great gentleman, is the most learned person, when more than 100 great Confucians, although majoring in different schools, but they are all the disciples of the great gentleman.

See Mr. Big, perform the disciple ceremony.

"The souls of the four saints are in the world, saying: There are ancient poems born, please witness with me." Mr. Big's eyes shot a dazzling light, and finally, in Mr. Big's eyes, there was a picture of Fang Yi composing lyrics at this time.

In the picture, Fang Yi was drunk, he staggered, poured wine into his mouth from time to time, and opened his mouth from time to time.

"I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is too cold."

"Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world."

Fang Yi shook his head at this time, extremely freehand, especially when he recited this paragraph, not only everyone present, but even the great gentlemen who were far away in the Confucian Holy Palace, and all the great Confucians, were all stunned.

A great Confucian pursed his lips and wanted to say something praiseworthy, but when the words came to his lips, they became: ", good words!" ”

The other great ruddens frowned and looked at the great confucian, but for a while, everyone didn't think of a better word.

I secretly agreed.

Even if everyone is a scholar, but this situation is really the first time in life.

"I only hate myself for being uneducated, and I can walk the world in a word."

This paragraph is simply very well written.

The great Confucians seemed to see a figure of an immortal flying out of Fang Yi's body, returning in the wind, and as if they saw the fairy descending to earth, dancing under the moon.

"Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine without sleep."

Fang Yi turned around, looked at the resplendent Wang family, and chanted in a low voice.

"There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?"

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete."

At this point, everyone held their breath, no one spoke, just looked at Fang Yi blankly.

In the Confucian Holy Palace, all the great Confucians were flushed at this time, full of anticipation.

Even Mr. Big felt that he was trembling all over, his Wen heart was beating, if it weren't for him wearing the clothes of a master, Mr. Big felt that his Wen Xin might jump out at any time.

"I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together. ”

Fang Yi let out a long sigh in anticipation, and then spit out the last sentence.

Mutation and regeneration, at this time, the bright moon in the sky suddenly became larger, so big that it was almost close to the ground.

At this moment, no matter where in the world, people who admire the moon have seen this miraculous scene.

On the full moon, there was Gong E's dancing posture, graceful, at this moment, everyone thought they had seen an immortal.

It's just that this kind of vision didn't last long, after the full moon shot out a ray of light and entered Fang Yi's body, it turned back to its previous appearance, and the time was short, so that people from other places, after seeing this kind of vision, disappeared in an instant, and even felt that they had a delusion.

At the same time, Wenqu Xing was also reborn and mutated, a fragment was peeled off from Wenqu Xing, and then rushed down to the Nine Heavens in an instant, and with a "boom", it entered Fang Yi's body.

After this change, there was no change.

Zhang Qingchen was covered in blood at this time, and blood was constantly spilling out from his seven orifices, but his expression was extremely excited.

"The Great Confucianism is coming, the Great Confucianism is imminent!!" Zhang Qingchen laughed wildly, almost asking the other party to bow and worship.

Fang Cai Yi made a stunning poem, and the talent in the poem was given to him, so that he was hopeful.

But this time, Fang Yi's words are stronger than the previous poem!!

This poem is definitely a poem for the ages!!

If it is said that the song "Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon and Sending Tsing Yi" will be circulated in the future, there is a possibility that it will be circulated for thousands of years.

So now this "Water Tune Song Head, When Will the Bright Moon Be There" is definitely a lyric work that has been passed down through the ages.

When this poem is written, no one will dare to write about the Mid-Autumn Festival in the future, and no one will dare to write about the full moon!!