[250, a "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", ascending to the top of the literary world]

Su Qingyun's hand did not stop!

The miracle continues!

This day is destined to go down in history!

This day is sure to be a legend too!

"It is difficult to cross the mountain, who is sad and lost?

When they meet in Pingshui, they are all guests from other places.

Emperor Huai is gone, how old is the Fengxuan Room?"

When these words reached the inner hall, Jia Pingluo couldn't hold back anymore, crying and howling bitterly.

Isn't it?

The mountains are difficult to cross, who sympathizes with the unwilling?

Pingshui meets occasionally, and everyone is a stranger in a foreign land!

Someone muttered these two sentences repeatedly, and couldn't help but think of Wang Bo's ill-fated fate, and thought of his own everything, and couldn't help crying loudly!

It's not just Wang Bo!

It's not just Su Qingyun!

Isn't that true of all the people in this world?

There are so many things in the world that it is so difficult to overcome.

There are all living beings in the world, living in a turbid world, who will mourn the traveler who does not know the way?

Is it the ultimate fate of duckweed to wander for half a life and kiss and meet the sea?

Who in this world is not a passer-by? It's all the anti-travelers!

Su Qingyun went on to write:

"Woohoo! Bad luck, bad fate! Feng Tang is easy to be old, and Li Guang is difficult to seal."

"When you are old and strong, would you rather move the heart of the white head? Poor and strong, do not fall into the clouds."

When these two sentences were written, the audience cried.

Yes, everyone's timing is different, and the fate of life is often unsmooth.

Feng Tang is easy to age, and Li Guang is rarely a marquis!

However, even so, it is necessary to be old and strong, poor and strong, the heart of the white head is more prosperous, and the ambition of the green clouds will not fall.

In the inner hall, after hearing these words, Jia Pinglu's eyes turned dark, and he collapsed directly to the ground, crying loudly!

"Oh my God, oh my God, this article should only be in heaven, how can I hear it in the world a few times?"

"If I can write such a shocking article, even if I die immediately, it will be worth it!"

At this moment, the nail was completely convinced, and the heart was convinced.

And Su Qingyun's article is not finished yet!

The saga continues!

"The east corner is gone, and it is not too late for Sang Yu."

"Meng tastes noble and has an empty heart to serve the country; Ruan is rampant, how can he cry at the end of the road!"

"Bo, three feet of life, a scholar. There is no way to ask for help, waiting for the weak crown of the final army, there is a pen, and the long wind of Mu Zongyu."

"Woohoo! The resort is not frequent, and the feast is difficult again. Lanting has been erected, Zize Qiu Ruins. Parting words, fortunate to be grateful to the great, ascending to the heights. It is expected of the public. Dare to be sincere, respectful and short-quoted, give every word, and make all four rhymes."

At this point in the book, Su Qingyun dropped the pen, and a heart-wrenching and passionate ancient essay "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" was born!

All of a sudden, everyone had already surrounded Su Qingyun.

Everyone scrambled to squeeze their heads and repeatedly recited this "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion".

Even Jia Pingluo couldn't hold back anymore and ran out of the back hall.

When he saw it, Su Qingyun was already surrounded by the bustling crowd.

I don't know whether it's sadness, joy or loss!

But he knew that if this "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion" was written by him, he would be willing to die on the spot.

At this moment, suddenly, on the Ganjiang River, there were bursts of geese chirping.

Everyone couldn't help but look up, and at this moment, the sunset had completely set, and only the faint glow on the lake was still there.

On the lake, there is a flat boat, slowly passing away.

In the sky, the northern geese are flying south, the west wind is slow, and the broken geese that have lost their lovers are singing with the west wind sadly.

Everyone suddenly remembered wandering, and couldn't help but cry again.

This cry, crying is difficult to cross the mountain, and the water meets.

also cried Feng Tang

Yi Lao, Li Guang is difficult to seal.

Crying the world is long, and everything is adrift.

First one person took the lead in crying, then two or three people, and then everyone wept bitterly.

Everyone cried, so that Su Qingyun couldn't help but raise his head.

He glanced at everyone lightly, but his heart was ethereal and clear, without sorrow or joy.

He threw the pen to the ground and said to the crowd:

"The wine is slightly drunk, and the words are three points, so let's write it here today."

And everyone was still immersed in Su Qingyun's splendid articles, so drunk that it was difficult to extricate themselves!

As for the deep A on the side, what was written, no one cared about it for a long time!

Because no matter what you write, in front of this "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion", it's all a piece of!

The first essay in the ages is not a wasted name!

It's like the moon and fireflies!

How dare the light of fireflies compete in front of Haoyue?

No matter how much he cheats in advance, in front of this article, he is a clown, not worth mentioning.

Sure enough, Jia Shen had already crumpled up the article he had written silently at this moment and threw it into the wastebasket.

Of course, this article was not written by her, but written in advance by her father.

Originally, she felt that her father's level of armor would definitely shock the Quartet!

Now, compared with Su Qingyun, he is really similar to a clown!

"Qiwen, this is the first Qiwen in Tiangu!"

"Mom, guess what I saw today? I saw Wenqu Xingjun descend to earth!"

"Sir, please bow down to the old man!"

"This "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion" is really extraordinary, I'm afraid that Wang Bo will be reborn, and he can't write anything better than this!"

"Today's grand event, because of this "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion", it will be famous in history and will be remembered forever!"

"Today, we participated in this grand event and witnessed the birth of the Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng, and we are all witnesses of history!"

"Su Qingyun relies on this "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion", which is enough to laugh and be proud of the world's literary world!"

"What's more, this "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion", push forward a thousand years, push back a thousand years, and no one can surpass it!"

At this moment, countless people were convinced.

They looked down on Su Qingyun before, and that was because of the prejudice in their hearts.

Su Qingyun is a person in the entertainment industry, most of them don't like the entertainment industry, and they think that Su Qingyun is an idol star, and they have great prejudices against Su Qingyun.

Therefore, I don't want to see Su Qingyun very much!

However, when this "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" was written!

Their impression of Su Qingyun has changed greatly!

No!!!

Or even a direct shock!

Qian Muwen was even more happy, he walked up to Su Qingyun, patted Su Qingyun on the shoulder, and exclaimed:

"Su Xiaoyou, I really underestimated you!"

"Originally, I thought that your talent was already the best in the world!"

"Now, I think I'm wrong, why don't you have the best talent in the world? has long been out of the world, and it should be comparable to Li Taibai, Du Zimei, and Su Dongpo!"

Qian Muwen's praise can be said to be the highest praise in the literary world.

And his praise did not arouse the disgust of others, but many people nodded along with it!

"Yes, writing a "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion" is enough to shine for a thousand years!"

"Brother Su with this splendid article, it is enough to wrestle with the poet immortal and the sage!"

"For Brother Su to be so talented, he should be a big deal!"