The holy power condenses the holy pen, as if someone is holding it in the hand, one stroke at a time, one horizontal and one vertical, vigorous and powerful, and depicts one after another majestic and atmospheric italic characters on the holy text tablet. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As soon as the word autumn came out, everyone present knew that the last poem of "Shengwen" was really Su Lin's work of Narushu.

"No...... Impossible! The jealous "Chu Wai" is already the peak talent of Mingzhou! How can there be a poem of Mingzhou that is more outstanding than "Chu Wai"?

Pan Shi's eyes were split, staring intently at the holy inscription, and muttered, "I want to see it...... I'd like to see ...... What kind of poetry is Narushu......"

"Is this Surin's handwriting?"

Fang Chong, the head of the Jian'an Mansion, didn't care about the poems of "Autumn Ci", but stared at the font on the holy tablet with a surprised face, and couldn't help but exclaim: "This italic character has never been seen before...... Is it any wonder that the majestic atmosphere has never been seen before...... No wonder the holy pen is back in ...... If you don't use the holy pen, you can't reproduce such a majestic font at all!"

"Fonts?"

Only then did everyone come to their senses, and they fixed their eyes on the italic characters in the holy pen. Sure enough, it is a pearl of words, with a uniform pen and hidden edge, strong inside and warm outside, the twists and turns of the word out of the round and powerful. The overall style is ancient and vigorous, majestic and atmospheric, with a thousand strokes, and the body is natural.

Soon, the entire "Autumn Words" was all presented.

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely,

I say that autumn is better than spring.

On the clear sky and the cranes row the clouds,

It leads poetry to the blue sky. ”

The open-minded and cheerful optimism of the whole poem is in stark contrast to the unrepentance of recalling the past in the previous "Chu Weeping". The two are opposed, just like the Chu River and Han realm, and the wisdom of all the people present seems to be divided into two, one part of the mind is feeling Xiang Yu's death, and the other part of the mind is feeling the optimism in "Autumn Words".

"With a few strokes and no gorgeous rhetoric, he can write so optimistically about the heartiness and openness of autumn, it can be said that he is the first person who has not been sad about autumn since the ages!"

Mr. Cai, who has never spoken much, couldn't help but praise at this time, with a knowing smile on his face, ""Autumn Ci" shines with plain optimism and open-mindedness, no worse than "Chu Cry". Coupled with this vigorous and majestic italic characters, this poem can barely be placed on the last page. ”

"No...... How can such a simple and straightforward poem be better than "Chu Weeping"? It's just that the handwriting is a little more atmospheric. I am not convinced, the "Holy Text" is also arranged by the semi-saints of the temple, with a personal subjectivity. "Chu Cry" is the pinnacle of Mingzhou, how can it be compared to "Autumn Words"?"

Seeing the full text of the entire "Autumn Ci", Pan Shi, the head of the Jianning Mansion, was not convinced, why are the two poems in Mingzhou, but "Autumn Ci" can suppress "Chu Wai"? He felt that it must be Su Lin's font that caused the preference of the orchestrated semi-saints.

"Impossible! How can the "Chu Weeping" written by me with a dignified humanistic rank and reciting the life of Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, be comparable to a vernacular poem written by a mere child?

Chu Tian couldn't bear it anymore, and a domineering aura rushed from Zhihai to the sky, and the holy power all over his body surged, all of which were majestic and domineering, shouting at the holy inscription.

This domineering aura was mixed with the holy power of lifting people, and even the holy monument couldn't help shaking. However, the holy inscription tablet did not say anything else because of Chu Tian's jealous roar, the holy pen on it did not stop, and after writing a poem "Autumn Words", he continued to wave his pen vigorously.

"Look! the pen is still moving...... Isn't this ...... "Autumn Words" already written?"

"Probably a half-saint comment......"

"No, look...... It's the title of the poem...... Wild goose...... Hill...... Word...... It's Yanqiu Ci, and there is even a poem, who wrote this poem? It's even placed at the end of "Autumn Ci"?"

"I heard...... For example, in the Holy Text, if there are several poems, they will be placed on one page. Don't...... This poem "Yanqiu Ci" was also written by Su Lin?"

"If it can be placed after "Autumn Words", it must have been written by Su Lin. That...... Doesn't it mean that "Yanqiu Ci" is even better than "Autumn Ci", and that it will be a poem at the level of Zhenguo? Oh my God! How is this possible! Tong Sheng has never heard of poems written by Zhenguo!"

......

As soon as "Yanqiu Ci" came out, everyone held their breath and stared intently at the holy pen again, swinging horizontally and vertically, stroke by stroke, and even Pan Shi and Xiang Tian, who were unwilling to be defeated, also widened their eyes and looked at the past incredulously.

"Ask what the love of the world is, and the straight teaches life and death. The sky is south and north of the world, and the old wings are cold and summer several times......"

As soon as the first sentence came out, it was already extremely shocking, and everyone's Zhihai was suddenly shocked, setting off a wave of waves. This is the power of Zhenguo poetry! It can truly resonate from the depths of the sea of wisdom, and penetrate thoughts and emotions into the bottom of everyone's heart.

When the whole poem is settled, and the last sentence of "Visiting Yanqiu" ends, everyone's thoughts are still diffused with a "life and death" love for a long time, indulging in that beautiful love, and refusing to return to reality.

At the end of the whole "Yanqiu Ci", the holy pen wrote eight more characters, which are the comments of Liu Yanfang, the rotating head of the entire temple.

"Loved by love!"

These eight big characters are the highest evaluation of "Yanqiu Ci", and the inscription of the first saint on duty is equivalent to the entire temple acknowledging that this "Yanqiu Ci" is a poem describing the highest state of love. There is no love that can surpass such a "promise of life and death".

"Zhenguo! It's really Zhenguo's poems! Su Lin is a mere child, and he can actually write Zhenguo's poems. It's against the sky! It's against the sky...... I have such a genius boy in Jian'an Mansion, what other mansion can compare?"

"Haha! How embarrassed is the Jianning Mansion this time! Do you think that a mere Mingzhou poem can compare our Jian'an Mansion? Haha! I can't imagine that we still have Zhenguo's poems? This is the only Zhenguo poem in the "Shengwen" in the past few months, so they should be convinced, right?"

"Just now I saw that the head of the Pan Courtyard was still arrogant, and there was no one in the Jian'an Mansion who bullied me, and now our Mansion will not wait for me to show off before I can raise someone, Su Lin, the head of the case, will completely subdue them, see how they will show off arrogantly in the future!"

"Even the rotating head of the temple, Liu Yanfang, has written an inscription himself, 'unsurpassed' What a high evaluation! Look at what the people of Jianning Mansion have to say!"

......

As soon as Zhenguo's "Yanqiu Ci" came out, the Xiucai people of Jian'an Mansion immediately came to the momentum, and instantly there was a refreshing feeling of turning over the serf and singing, even the Xiucai Liu Shimin, who had always hated Su Lin, was also refreshed at this time, and felt that Su Lin won glory for the mansion, and he also followed the light, so he could straighten his waist and raise his head in front of the students of Jianning Mansion, and he no longer had to endure their ridicule and contempt.

And the Xiucai and the people on the side of Jianning Mansion, after a burst of amazement, faced the eyes of the students of Jian'an Mansion, they also lowered their heads in shame, and they couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into. They originally followed the head of their own courtyard to Jian'an Mansion to smash the field and humiliate each other, but they didn't expect that they would be suppressed and humiliated by the other party this time.

"It turned out to be the words of the town...... I...... I lost, completely lost...... I thought I would win, but it turned out to be ...... So ridiculous...... A real genius can actually write the poems of Zhenguo at a young age...... Am I really old, and I'm so short-sighted?"

With a snap, Pan Shi, the head of the Jianning Mansion, seemed to have lost his strength, his legs were weak, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks, his eyes were dull, and a stream of black essence blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, and he muttered stupidly in his mouth.

And above Pan Shi's Zhihai, the dark clouds of thought on the black and oppressive ground actually began to thunder and lightning, and a foul-smelling acid rain came. This acid rain polluted Pan Shi's water of thought, and it also quickly began to corrode his nearly a hundred Saint Power Peaks.

The dark clouds of thought that covered the sky were filled with negative thoughts and emotions such as jealousy, remorse, unwillingness, hatred, and so on, covering almost all the light of holy power. As a result, Pan Shi's whole person's thoughts were blocked, his wisdom was dimmed, and even his appearance seemed to begin to grow old rapidly.

"The head of the hospital! the head of the hospital...... What's wrong with you?"

"Head Teacher ......"

Seeing this, several talents from Jianning Mansion hurriedly stepped forward.

However, Fang Chong, the head of the Jian'an Mansion, sighed heavily, and then quickly stepped forward, and the holy power of thought surged out from the wisdom of the acumen, and it was surging like substance, as if it was golden resin that wrapped Pan Shi's whole body.

"Old fellow, old fellow, we have fought since we were young, haven't you fought enough? Why do you have to divide everything into a higher one? I have no intention of comparing myself with you, but I can't help myself, and you have been persecuted for so many years. After I was promoted from the Hanlin Academy of the Temple to a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, in order to avoid comparing myself with you again, so that I would not enter the court as an official, I wanted to calm down and participate in the Holy Way in this Jian'an Mansion Academy, but you still can't let go of this knot...... It leads to being blinded by the dark cloud of thought, and being controlled by jealousy and hatred of thought......"

As Fang Chong spoke, he actually began to melt the Saint Power Mountain Peak in the Zhihai Sea. He cultivated the art of authentic Confucianism, ninety-nine Hulian-like holy power peaks, only one was missing and he was immediately promoted to Confucianism, but at this time, in order to save Pan Shi who was poisoned by negative thoughts, Fang Chong actually destroyed Hu Lian, melted into holy power, and poured it directly into Pan Shi's Zhihai, and expelled negative thoughts for him with external force.

At the same time, Xiang Tian, the descendant of the overlord of Chu who wrote "Chu Weeping", was jealous, his eyes were split, and he looked at every word of "Yanqiu Ci" on the holy inscription, and suddenly roared wildly: "Life and death promise! Life and death promise! Damn life and death promise! Back then, the ancestor Xiang Yu was because of this damn life and death promise love, and the demon Yu Ji killed himself, and the overlord refused to cross Jiangdong's ......."

It seems that compared to the suppression of "Chu Cry", the love idea of "life and death" in "Yanqiu Ci" angered Xiang Tian's jealousy and made him completely crazy.

That Xiang Tianjealousy suddenly roared angrily, and the domineering spirit that could no longer be restrained rushed out of the wisdom of the sky, lifting people with a wall of holy power, Xiang Tianjealousy did not hesitate to turn into a holy power big knife, and slashed towards Su Lin in his hand.