"Brother Chen, you're a bit unauthentic, why don't you write a poem and see if you can win the heart of this winter?" Wang Xinsheng said with a smile.

Chen Yu ignored him, just stared at Shen Lang, and said, "Shen Lang, do you dare to bet?" ”

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and said, "Bet on what?" ”

Chen Yu said: "If you lose, I want the two Wenxins you just got, and I won't interfere in the competition for these two Wenxins." ”

Shen Lang smiled: "Then what if I win?" ”

Chen Yu pondered for a moment, took out an object from his arms, and said, "If you win, this thing is yours." ”

I saw that what he took out turned out to be a Wenxin fruit, whose whole body was translucent and exuded cyan brilliance. Different from ordinary Wenxin fruits, this Wenxin fruit is like a heart, and there are seven points clearly visible on it.

"Seven Tricks Exquisite Heart?!" Wang Xinsheng exclaimed.

Shen Lang's face suddenly became solemn, and he said, "Are you sure you want to bet on this?" ”

"Yes!"

Shen Lang and Wang Xinsheng looked at each other, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

The Seven Tricks Exquisite Heart is also a top-grade literary heart, but even in the high-grade literary heart, this is a very special existence, because its magical power is that the heart moves at will.

The biggest drawback of Confucian cultivation when fighting is that whether it is a lotus flower in the mouth or a flower, it takes a little time, and it can't be seen at the low level, once it reaches the middle and high level, the speed of this point is enough to decide the battle.

And the seven exquisite hearts can just make up for this, no need to write, no need to meditate, just need to move the heart to instantly send war poems.

Of course, the amount of talent it consumes is also terrifying, compared to the normal urging war poems, the Seven Tricks Exquisite Heart requires seven times the talent.

High-level war poems are limited by talent, and the number of times they can adapt is limited, and once they use the Seven Tricks Exquisite Heart, some Confucian cultivators can't even use battle poems.

Therefore, although the Seven Tricks Exquisite Heart is powerful, it is very chicken.

Wang Xinsheng said: "Brother Chen, the Seven Tricks Exquisite Heart is indeed good, but if you want to change the three Wenxin in spring, autumn and winter, it is still a little insufficient." ”

Chen Yu shook his head and said, "We will naturally have the disadvantage of lack of talent, but for Brother Shen, these seven exquisite hearts can be regarded as the best literary heart. ”

Shen Lang's name Chen Yu naturally knew that the poem of Mingzhou Zhenguo was written casually as if he didn't want money, and when Shen Lang was still in Jipin, many people speculated that his total talent might have reached the realm of a bachelor.

And now that he is in the realm of bachelors, the talent must be even more terrifying.

That Ji Huai'an and Li Yunshan didn't know Shen Lang's name, but how could he, Chen Yu, not know. So this is a bright card, Chen Yu is not bargaining with Wang Xinsheng at all.

"You can bet, but it can't be a sentence, it must be a song." Shen Lang said with a smile.

Chen Yu pondered for a moment and said, "Okay! However, it must be a complete poem, not two separate sentences. ”

"Yes." Shen Lang smiled and nodded.

Wang Novice was holding a handful of sweat in his hands, although the first two Wenxin Shen Lang took it down with only three lines of poetry, but who knows what will happen to the third one?

Writing poetry is something like that, but no one can say it is good.

"Please!" Chen Yu said in a deep voice.

Shen Lang smiled: "No need to be so formal...... Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. ”

When a poem fell, the talent in the sky rolled, and a picture of Jiang Xue appeared out of thin air.

"Shicheng Mingzhou?!" Wang Xinsheng's eyes widened.

There was no suspense, when the last word "snow" was pronounced, the heart of the winter was like a streamer and shot into Shen Lang's hands.

Chen Yu was also stunned, no matter how much he used his imagination, he couldn't have imagined that Shen Lang would directly write Mingzhou's work here.

Shen Lang ignored him, took out a piece of rice paper and threw it into the air.

As soon as the Tianyan poem ended, the golden words were printed on the rice paper one by one.

After the whole poem was printed on rice paper, Shen Lang raised his hand to take it back.

"Brother Chen, it's time to pay the gambling money." Wang Xinsheng said with a smile.

Chen Yu's face turned blue and white for a while, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he threw the seven exquisite hearts to Shen Lang.

Shen Lang took it and looked at it, his face full of joy.

"There are still three levels ahead, we'll see you later!" Chen Yu drove away with the white silk.

At this time, Li Yunshan was still speeding up, seeing that Wen Xin was about to fly out. It's just that as soon as Shen Lang's gaze fell on them, everyone's faces changed greatly.

"Shen Lang, don't go too far!"

"What's so great about being able to write a few poems, do you know who we have here?"

Shen Lang smiled and followed Chen Yu with Bai Aya.

The people on Li Yunshan's side immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Count that Shen Lang acquaintance, otherwise he will be good-looking!"

"Hmph, even if he doesn't know each other, what can he do, can he still write three golden sentences in spring, summer, autumn and winter?"

"That is, even if Shen Lang comes to fight, he will definitely not be able to fight us."

There was a lot of discussion here, and suddenly I heard a clear voice in the distance.

"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine. The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head. ”

Everyone was stunned, but someone immediately reacted, and their faces showed disdain: "I have heard this poem, it is the work of Mingzhou." However, copying other people's works will not be able to obtain a ...... Wenxin ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Xia Zhiwen's heart turned into a streamer and chased after Shen Lang's feet.

There was silence in the field, and it was only after a while that someone said astringently: "Could it be that he wrote a poem?" ”

"I heard that this poem was written by a Dongyun Kingdom Tianjiao, and it seems that he is called Mr. Ziyu?!"

Shen Lang...... Shen Ziyu...... Shen Lang is Mr. Na Ziyu! ”

Li Yunshan's face was pale, and his eyes stared coldly at the direction in which Shen Lang had left.

And at this time, Bai Aya in the back also caught up.

"Brother Yunshan, just now I saw a vision of heaven and earth here in the distance, but you have become a poet in Mingzhou?" A Confucian scholar arched his hand.

"It's worthy of Brother Yunshan!" Another Confucian scholar exclaimed.

"My name is worthy of the name of the first talent in Nanyue Country!" A talented man who seemed to be in Nanyue was full of pride, and he didn't know that he thought that the poems of Namingzhou were written by him.

"Let's go!"

Li Yunshan's face was dark, and his feet were full of energy, and the white silk flew towards the next level.

At this moment, Shen Lang was sitting on the white silk, and five Wen hearts were floating in front of him.

Shen Lang stretched out his hands, put away the seven-trick exquisite heart, and said: "I have a lot of use for the seven-trick exquisite heart, among these four, Brother Wang will pick two." ”

Wang Xinsheng shook his head and smiled: "No merit is not good, I haven't even written a poem along the way, how can I ask for it." ”

Shen Lang shook his head and said, "It can't be counted like this, we are participating in a team, so it will naturally be counted as a whole, and my poems are not the same as your poems." He thought about it, and pushed the two Wenxin in autumn and winter to Wang Xinsheng, "Then Ji Huai'an wants two in spring and autumn, I think it should be the best, this happens to be one for you and me, and the remaining two are arbitrary." ”

Wang Xinsheng didn't answer, but just pushed him back again, and said angrily: "A gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way, if Ziyu is like this, then I won't dare to follow you all the way next time!" ”

Shen Lang couldn't cry or laugh: "No." ”

Wang Xinsheng said: "I heard the teacher say that this spring, summer, autumn and winter four seasons of Wenxin, in fact, there is a bonus effect between each other, if the person who has these four Wenxin uses the war poem at the same time, it can double the power of the war poem, if it is separated, it seems that there is no effect." ”

Shen Langqi said: "There is still this statement? ”

Wang Xinsheng smiled, his eyes falling on the four Wen hearts floating in the air.

"It's just a legend, after all, these four Wenxins are unique, and no one has obtained them before. All features are just speculation. But I look at Ji Huai'an's appearance, even if it's not so, it must have another effect, and it's not just a top-grade Wenxin. ”

Shen Lang nodded lightly, what he said was reasonable.

Ji Huai'an is obviously determined to win the two Wenxins in the Spring and Autumn Period, otherwise, with his identity, he would not have taken the lead in saying the slightly threatening words before the Wenxin belonged, forcing Li Yunshan and Chen Yu to give him the two Wenxins in the Spring and Autumn Period.

"In that case, I'll take it first. But to say that in the front, after the flowers, snow, and the moon, we have to divide the things equally, otherwise I will be embarrassed to go on the road with Brother Wang again. ”

Wang Xinsheng smiled: "Then I will take advantage of Ziyu this time." ”

And on the side of the Dragon Palace, there was also an uproar at this moment.

"It's Narushu's work!"

"Who wrote it?"

"Look at that location, it should be the location of Gangfeng Valley."

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people follow. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow...... What a poem! Your Majesty the Dragon King, it seems that this winter Wenxin will have a home today. ”

The Dragon King nodded with a smile, and his eyes also flashed with a strange light.

In fact, the good poetry of the dragon clan is not just a simple liking, but because the talented poems can be blessed by the cultivation of the dragon clan.

The dragon clan is not born as a dragon, it is as noble as the Dragon King of the East China Sea, and his heirs also need to go to the river to turn into dragons.

This process is extremely dangerous, not only facing the sniping of the enemies of the immortal family or the dragon clan, but even the punishment of the heavenly way to scrape the scales, even the dragon clan with a strong will may also lose their minds in this intense pain.

Only the blessing of Confucian talent can keep the dragon walking the river awake.

Moreover, Confucianism has a close relationship with the imperial dynasty, and when going to the river, the government can cooperate to avoid harming the people on both sides of the strait, otherwise once the blood and qi collide, no matter how powerful the dragon son and dragon girl are, they will inevitably fail.

At this moment, several dragon sons and dragon girls were all worried. It's good if the people you invited write the poems of Mingzhou, but if someone else does it, isn't it just a comparison?

"Brothers and sisters, who do you think wrote this poem?" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked with a smile.

His Royal Highness's expression moved slightly, and he smiled: "If it is not bad, it must be done by Ji Huai'an, who was invited by the eldest brother." ”

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "Why do you say that?" ”

"Zhongzhou is so talented, I really can't think of anyone else who can write such poems." His Royal Highness replied.

The third princess looked cold, and snorted lightly: "Maybe it was written by Chen Yu?" ”

"Third sister, I know that Chen Yu has already voted for you in battle, but with his talent, I am afraid that he will not be able to write such poems." The Second Highness said with an intoxicated look on his face, "Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people follow." Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow...... This kind of artistic conception is by no means something that ordinary people can make! ”

The third princess, Ao Yue, snorted lightly, and ignored the Second Highness, but turned her head to look at the Dragon King of the East China Sea, and said, "Father, you may have guessed who did it?" ”

The Dragon King of the East China Sea smiled: "I can't guess, but I always feel that it will be beyond everyone's expectations." ”

The three of them looked at each other, was it really Ji Huai'an or Chen Yu?

And at this moment, the white silk that Shen Lang and Wang Xinsheng took had already arrived on a small island.

As the two jumped down, the white silk suddenly turned into two rings and fell on the hands of the two.

I saw that both of them had a clear "three" written on their rings.