"Quick! Quickly take a pen and paper and write down the poems and texts written by Ye Xiaoyou! ”

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Zou Wenyuan urged eagerly.

Wen Xiu on the desk heard Zou Wenyuan's reminder and hurriedly wanted to write down the first poem, but as soon as the words fell on the paper, the surging talent swept in.

The paper couldn't bear the talent in the poems, and it crumbled inch by inch!

"Oh my God!"

"Wenxuan paper can't carry the poems written by Ye Xiaoyou, the poetic spirit is dark purple, and it is clearly a peerless poem that can be passed down for thousands of generations!"

"I actually published a peerless poem in the Southern Regions, Ye Xiaoyou is talented, and he is also talented!"

When the onlookers were shocked, Ye Hao's second poem had already been brewed.

"The second song, "Yellow Crane Tower" ......"

"In the past, people have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is vacant here."

"The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years."

"Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, fragrant grass and parrot island."

"Where is Sunset Township? The Yanbo River makes people sad. ”

After the second poem was finished, Wen Xiu in the field was numb again.

The pen and ink could not carry the poems written by Ye Hao, they could only stare dryly, staring at Ye Hao standing on a high place in surprise, as if they were looking up at a literary and Taoist master, and their eyes were full of reverence in addition to admiration.

"Where is the Yellow Crane Tower? We don't seem to have a pavilion in Silver Moon City, it's called the Yellow Crane Tower. ”

"You know the! The Yellow Crane Tower does not necessarily exist, but it is an intention, or it may not be an intention at all, but a palace in the sky. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry! Wonderful, wonderful! ”

"The whole poem, the beginning and the end, the chapter is wonderful. In the second half, what you see and feel in the building is expressed, eclectic and in one go! ”

Elder Du Zuo couldn't help but admire, thinking that none of the poems he had written in his life could be compared with the poems written by Ye Hao, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Before thinking about it, he also ridiculed that Ye Hao didn't understand poetry, and it was indiscriminate to come over to be a judge.

In fact, he is a master of literature and Taoism, and the poems he composes are endlessly wonderful, which can be called a swan song!

If the poems are valuable, Ye Hao's poems are definitely priceless treasures.

"The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years!"

"This poem came out of Ye Xiaoyou's mouth, the words were sonorous, the momentum was galloping, and the picture came out at once."

"Did you pay attention to it just now, when Ye Xiaoyou was chanting, there was clearly a crane with yellow feathers, rushing straight to the sky, and there was a faint loud sound of crane chirping, the sound was in the ears, like drinking nectar, and the aftertaste was endless!!"

Bang!

After Ye Hao finished the Yellow Crane Tower, the tumbling talents accelerated and surged, colliding with each other and making a muffled sound. It is as if the gate of heaven was broken through by the talent, and a fairy tower slowly emerged in the talent, the three words "Yellow Crane Tower" are golden and bright, hanging above the jade of Qionglou, which is magnificent!!

"Immortal Tower! Immortal Tower! ”

"Could it be that Ye Xiaoyou is the reincarnation of the poet immortal, and he has been to the Yellow Crane Tower?"

"That's right! must have been there, otherwise, how could Ye Xiaoyou make such an extraordinary seven-word swan song, the literary momentum has always been at the top, it is really hearty, chanting in my heart, I just feel fluttering into the fairy! ”

Many onlookers seemed to see a thousand rays of light from Ye Hao's body, as if they were about to soar into immortals in the next moment.

"The third song, "Will Enter the Wine" ......."

Ye Hao took out the Heavenly Immortal Drunk from the storage bag and poured it into the golden cup.

The wine glass was raised high, not to worship the field, but to respect the sky. Before singing poetry, the awe-inspiring pride was fully revealed.

After a glass of wine, Ye Hao was not drunk, and took a detoxification pill, but his eyes were brighter.

Chanted loudly: "You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning!" ”

"You don't see Gao Tang Mingjing's sad white hair, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk!"

At this point, Ye Hao had already filled the wine glass, raised his neck, and drank the second glass.

The talent whistling behind him, blowing his black hair like a strong wind, is not like being in the world, as if stepping on the fairy road and ascending to the sky to become an immortal. One after another, the talent qi continued to pour into his body, without the slightest damage, but condensed a golden immortal wheel mark in the center of his eyebrows.

"That's?"

"That's the empowerment of talent, communicating with the Wendao Immortal Wheel!"

"It's not wrong, Ye Xiaoyou must be the reincarnation of Wendao Shixian, otherwise how could there be such a huge immortal fate." Zou Wenyuan, a knowledgeable old scholar, exclaimed.

Today, in Ye Hao's body, he saw too many incredible things, whether it was the peerless poems made from his mouth or the surging majestic talent, it was not something that an ordinary literary cultivator could do.

Compared with Ye Hao's talent, the so-called Lu Chengzhou, the first poet in the Southern Regions, is simply a joke!!

"There is actually a reincarnation of a poet immortal in my Southern Regions, this is the blessing of my Southern Regions Wendao, and the blessing of my Tianxuan Continent!" Zou Wenyuan was in tears.

The body trembled, and with a pop, he knelt on the ground.

It was not Ye Hao who knelt down, but Wen Dao, who was in decline and saw new hope!

Just like Ye Hao's bold words before - as a literary cultivator, you should learn from the strengths of others and make up for your own shortcomings! When you move forward bravely, turn the trail into a big road!!

"Haha! Readily! ”

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon."

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone!!"

After these two sentences, a black mist surged up in the sky, obscuring the blazing sun.

Immediately, a bright moon hung in the sky, and there seemed to be a fairy palace building in the full moon.

Ye Hao drank all the glasses, not drunk, and touched the storage bag with his hand.

Transmitted the voice to the system: "System, now that the atmosphere is here, the daughter is gone, and it is not too much for me to send some superb spirit stones to the Wen Xiu and onlookers in the field." ”

The system replied: "Not too much! But it can't exceed five million top-grade spirit stones, which is the bottom line of this scattered wealth. ”

Million?

Nima, the system is really atmospheric.

"Everyone, money is something outside the body, give some to you, may Wendao be prosperous, and your wishes will come true!!"

Immediately, Ye Hao waved his sleeves, and countless top-grade spirit stones were thrown into the air, like a bright glow constantly falling.

The scene was quite shocking, as if the God of Wealth, seeing the suffering of the world, turned raindrops into money and threw them to the earth to relieve the suffering sentient beings.

In Xiaoxiang Mansion, there are not only Wenxiu who received invitations and came to participate in the poetry meeting, but also the people of Yinyue City who did not receive invitations and entered the mansion to watch.

Seeing the best spirit stones landing, those literary cultivators were immersed in poetry, and few people paid attention to those spirit stones, but the people among them rushed out one by one, constantly picking up the best spirit stones on the ground and putting them in their arms!

"Ye Hao, worthy of being the reincarnation of a poet, is really rich, and regards money as dung."

"They are all top-grade spirit stones! Hahaha! Rich, rich! Lao Tzu has never seen so many spirit stones in his life. ”

"Don't rob! Whoever robs my spirit stone, Lao Tzu will play with him. ”

There was a sudden chaos in the field.

Seeing this, Feng Hongfei and Wang Tuo hurriedly ordered those guards to suppress the noisy people, telling them that they could pick up the spirit stones, but not make a noise, otherwise they would not only confiscate the spirit stones, but also expel them from Xiaoxiang Mansion.

Immediately, those people and some of the Wen Xiu who picked up spirit stones were honest.

Looking at Ye Hao, who was standing on a high place, Feng Hongfei put his arm around Wang Tuo's shoulder, and said with a smile: "See, this is our Senior Brother Ye, not only is the reincarnation of Shixian, but even the loser is so dashing!" ”

"As a believer in the way of the loser, you and I must learn more from Senior Brother Ye Hao, this is the highest state of the loser, and the invisible loser is the deadliest!"

Wang Tuo nodded, looking at Ye Hao, who was throwing spirit stones, the admiration in his heart had reached its peak.

"It's my honor to be able to practice the way of losing a family with Senior Brother Ye Hao, and if my father and mother knew that I followed such an atmospheric boss, they would definitely be happy for me. It is a blessing for my family that my Wang Tuo can win the favor of Senior Brother Ye Hao and become a follower! ”

Feng Hongfei laughed and said: "It's not your family's luck, it's your ancestral grave that exploded and smoked!" ”