Although Zhou Chengzong didn't know why Chen Huaiyi wanted to bet on a yellow gourd with Sun Mingyu.

But seeing that Chen Huaiyi was full of confidence, he was instantly excited.

Chen Huaiyi is finally going to get serious.

This poem is bound to be extraordinary.

Chen Huaiyi is not very old, but he is full of arrogance, starting from the Chen ancestral hall, all kinds of performances show that this little boy has a temper that does not match his position.

Sun Mingyu provoked Chen Huaiyi, which was really unwise.

Thinking so, he hurriedly took out the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and table and sent them to Chen Huaiyi, and personally laid the paper and polished the ink, and then looked at Chen Huaiyi with expectant eyes, waiting for Chen Huaiyi's wonderful poems.

Amazing saint!

Be sure to amaze the saints!

In this way, tonight's banquet will go down in history and be talked about by generations of people.

He, the host of the banquet, will naturally become famous all over the world.

Zhou Chengzong is so.

The rest of the people did the same, looking at Chen Huaiyi intently.

Although there were a few twists and turns in the process, the result was the same as their purpose - to get to know Chen Huaiyi, and then watch Chen Huaiyi's poems on the spot, and feel the demeanor of Chen Xiaojiuxian.

Sun Mingyu also stared at Chen Huaiyi nervously.

How is it possible to say that you are not nervous?

Chen Huaiyi has composed more than 20 masterpieces in just a few days, the most secondary scene, the best to move the world.

If you really want to lose the game, the family's plan will fail.

has already offended Chen Huaiyi.

A proper lose-lose - he Sun Mingyu lost twice.

He could not accept such an outcome.

But at the same time, I have confidence in the poem made by the power of the family.

Poetry and essays are not published until they are pronounced or put to paper, which gives some people the opportunity to cheat through some clever means.

Although he can't hide it from the saint, the saint will not be harsh, and the original tone that should be given will be given.

Sun Yuming used this means to get a good hand of poetry to bet with Chen Huaiyi.

Others can also guess some clues.

But he hoped that Chen Huaiyi could have a miracle.

Secretly cheered for Chen Huaiyi.

But there are also people who are worried about Chen Huaiyi.

"The genre of ancient music is not very easy to write."

"Yes, this genre seems to have a higher degree of freedom, but in fact it is relatively unpopular, for more than 200 years, almost no one has written ancient Yuefu poems, Chen Xiaoyou ......"

"Chen Xiaojiuxian was fooled, and the one surnamed Sun came prepared."

"This ......"

"What's the picture of the surname Sun? A wine gourd? ”

"I'm afraid that the wine gourd is not ordinary."

"You mean ......"

"Ahem, I hope Chen Xiaojiuxian can maintain his level, and he will be shocked at the last time."

"Surprise hymns are coming? Even Chen Xiaojiuxian is not so easy. ”

"Isn't that Chen Xiaojiuxian ......?"

Chen Huaiyi has no time to care.

A mouthful of seven-grade green plums into his stomach, he has forgotten that he is in the world.

It seems to be incarnated as Zhang Ruoxu, the wind and the river are on and under the moon, full of poetry.

Then pick up the pen and dip it in thick ink.

Write down the first sentence.

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together."

That's it.

Empathy.

Living.

Falling ceilings.

Visions that creep up in the night sky cover most of the sky, almost taking its place.

The vision is also night.

But it is a picture of the confluence of the river and the sea.

The picture blends perfectly with the moon, which has just risen in the night sky, and is so beautiful that it is almost impossible to tell whether the moon is a reality or a vision.

It's like a dream.

Plausible but not true.

Above the river, there is a round of reflection of the bright moon moving with the waves.

Another round of reflection on the surface of the sea appeared from time to time in the tide.

Heaven on the moon.

Jiang Zhongyue.

Nautical mile month.

The month of March is wonderful.

Zhou Chengzong was shocked.

Only the first sentence has reached the ceiling, and it is all written, so what is it?

Amazing saints?

Still is...... Moving the world?

And these two sentences are so bold and the picture is so beautiful......

Only these two sentences can show that Chen Xiaojiuxian is not in vain.

Just listen to these two sentences, and you will live up to the toss tonight.

So beautiful!

It's so beautiful at the beginning, but what about the back?

Zhou Chengzong closed his eyes expectantly and listened to the ghosts and gods in the sky.

Then I heard the second sentence.

"Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river."

Good!

Good poetry, good times, good spirit.

At the same time, the vision in the sky changed again.

In the vision, the surface of the river slowly shrinks, the angle of view is raised, and thousands of rivers appear, each with a bright moon in it.

This picture alone made Zhou Chengzong feel trembling!

What a glamorous one!

Where is the spring river without moonlight!

"The river flows like a circle around Fangdian, and the moonlight flowers and forests are like hail."

"The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen."

"Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky."

"Who first saw the moon on the riverside, and when did the river moon shine at the beginning of the year?"

When Zhou Chengzong heard this, he was even more shocked.

In particular, the sentence "Who first saw the moon on the riverside, and when did the river and the moon shine at the beginning of the year" instantly stretched the time span to an extremely ancient era.

Yes, the rivers are eternal, and the rivers and months are eternal.

What about people?

Who was the first person to appreciate Jiang Yue? What is it like to see such a beautiful scenery?

"Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year; I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water. ”

"The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried; Whose house is Bian Zhouzi tonight, where is Acacia Mingyue Tower? ”

"Poor upstairs Yue Pei Hui, should be taken away from the makeup mirror table; The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is brushed back. ”

"At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month; The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water. ”

"Last night's idle pool dream fell, poor spring half did not return home; The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward. ”

"The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road; I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees. ”

The spirits chanted faster and faster.

The voice is getting softer and gentler.

When I waited for the last sentence, it was full of sadness, sadness, and sadness.

Soft.

Delicate.

Let's talk about it.

Full of tender, delicate and lingering thoughts.

And it's extremely complex.

There is homesickness.

There are also girlfriend grievances.

And nostalgia.

It even contains a profound philosophy of life.

Trembling at first hearing.

Listen to the shock again.

After listening to it three times, you will be completely immersed in the vast, grandiose, empty and slightly lonely world created by this poem.

And there is spring, there is night, there is a river, there are flowers, there is a moon.

The beauty that is just shaped is already extremely high, and the richness of the imagination is breathtaking.

What's more, the words used are fresh, clean, graceful, and gentle.

It is diametrically opposed to the gorgeous and splendid style of the common ancient style poems, that is, the ancient Yuefu poems.

Simple and fresh to the extreme.

It's wonderful!

Wu Chengzong couldn't get out of this ancient poem for a long time.

But suddenly woke up: "Why is it just falling from the ceiling?" ”

The others also woke up: "Impossible! ”

"It can't just fall from the ceiling!"

"This poem is so wonderful!!"

"It will move heaven and earth!"

"Absolutely up to the realm of the Amazing Saint!"

"This text! This picture! This artistic conception! This philosophy! This feeling! Everything is good, everything is God, how can it just fall from the ceiling? ”

"This poem blends the two feelings of peace and grandeur without contradiction, which can be called a masterpiece!"

"But why is the saint delayed?"

in the sky.

The petals condensed by the original cyan style fall one by one, as if endlessly.

But the saint never appeared.

This is an anomaly, beyond anyone's expectations.

Zhou Chengzong also frowned.

Could it be that this poem is really just a falling ceiling?