"Watching the sea, facing the stone in the east, to watch the sea. The water is surging, and the mountains and islands are sturging. The trees are overgrown and the grass is abundant. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are surging. The trip of the sun and the moon, if out of it. The galaxy is splendid, as if out of it. Fortunately, even ya, the song is a song.

Chibi nostalgia for the ancients, the east of the river to the waves, the eternal romantic figures, so the west of the base. Humanity is, Three Kingdoms Zhou Lang Chibi. The rocks pierced through the air, and the golden waves crashed on the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time. Thinking about Gongjin back then, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, and he was heroic. Lupine scarf, talking and laughing, the canopy is gone. The old country fugue, affectionate should laugh at me, born early. Life is like a dream, and a statue is still in full swing.

It is difficult to walk, the golden bottle of sake is ten thousand, and the jade plate is shy and ten thousand dollars. I couldn't eat when I stopped throwing my cup, and I was at a loss when I drew my sword and looked around. If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice congestion river, you will climb the snow-filled mountains of Taihang. Idle fishing on the blue river, suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun. It is difficult to walk! It is difficult to walk! There are many divergent roads, and now we are safe? There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea.

How is Wangyue Dai Zongfu? Qi Lu Qingwei is gone. Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk. Swinging the chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and the birds are like home. It will be at the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance.

Ask the wine to the moon, when will the moon come in the blue sky, I will stop the glass today and ask it. People can't climb the bright moon, but the moon walks with people. It is as bright as a flying mirror, and the green smoke is extinguished. But seeing that the night came from the sea, Ning knew that Xiang Yun did not. The white rabbit pounds medicine in autumn and spring, who is Chang'e's neighbor in solitude? Today's people don't see the ancient times and months, but this month used to shine on the ancients. If the ancients and the present people are flowing water, they will see the bright moon together. I hope that when the song is against the wine, the moonlight will shine on the golden bottle.

............」

Feng Qingyao wrote twenty-four poems in one go, and wrote them on the two walls of the Yin'an Palace of the King of Jidong without the slightest pause. It didn't stop until both walls were inscribed with poems. Everyone in the Yin'an Hall was stunned, when had they ever seen such talent? Without the slightest hesitation, they wrote such exquisite twenty-four poems, not to mention that no one can do it now, even if it was the rebirth of a generation of genius poet saint Li Fuguo three hundred years ago, I am afraid they would not have such ability.

Not to mention that each of the twenty-four poems by Feng Qingyao is written in a different calligraphy, from the wild grass of the first poem to Feibai, Wang Ti Xingshu, Thin Gold Body, Yan Body, Liu Body, Su Body, Yellow Body, ....... Each font is something that Ma Boyuan and Li Ziqing have never seen before. Every font can see the situation of the sages worshipping, and it is the realm of the grandmaster who has created a precedent.

When Feng Qingyao's last stroke fell, a flash of brilliance flashed on both walls at the same time. The two walls shook, and everyone in the Yin'an Hall even felt that their feet were trembling slightly, as if the entire Yin'an Hall was trembling.

When the light on the two walls converges. There was a sudden burst of ink fragrance from the Yin'an Palace. In the middle of the Yin'an Palace, there was a virtual image of a brush with a length of three feet, six inches and five minutes.

"Wizards of the world!

Li Ziqing looked at the twenty-four poems on the wall, except for muttering the four words of the world's genius, he couldn't say a word. Ma Boyuan and Li Shijing just stared blankly at the wall in front of them and couldn't say a word.

"Sure enough, there is no need to hold the Liuyu Poetry Meeting in the future, there are these twenty-four poems here, what's the point of listening to those rags at the Liuyu Poetry Meeting again?" King Jidong was also dumbfounded and muttered.

"How so, how so!

The little poet Saint Tao Zijian was even more stunned and couldn't come back to his senses. The twenty-four poems in front of him were far more than the best he had ever done. More importantly, Tao Zijian knows it in his heart. I will never be able to make such a majestic and soul-shaking poem. In other words, Feng Qingyao's talent exceeds his own I don't know how many times. Far from being able to match it.

Feng Qingyao looked at the twenty-four poems on the wall and smiled, threw the best pride in his hand on the ground and turned to leave.

"The sea laughed, and the tide on both sides of the strait. The ups and downs follow the waves, only remember the present day. The sky laughs. The tide of the world. God knows who loses and who wins. The rivers and mountains are smiling, the smoke and rain are far away, and the waves are all over the world. The breeze smiled, but it was lonely, and there was still a night photo left of pride. The common people are smiling, no longer lonely, and the pride is still smiling infatually. 」

Looking at Feng Qingyao's back, King Jidong's heart moved and once again popped up Feng Qingyao's "Smiling Proud Jianghu", when the piano sounded, Feng Qingyao's singing also came, and everyone who heard the song felt a heroic and uninhibited breath coming to their faces.

Li Zhiqi sneered at the little poem Saint Tao Zijian, turned around and laughed and chased after Feng Qingyao's back and left.

Ji Yanran's eyes were even more colorful, and she bowed slightly to King Jidong and the three princes and followed Feng Qingyao away.

"What kind of thing are you, who you want to compare? Our uncle's talent is absolutely unparalleled in the world, and there is no one in this world who can compare with our uncle. You're simply dishonoring yourself. 」

Qiu Xiang sneered at Tao Zijian, mocked Tao Zijian, and then chased Feng Qingyao's back and left.

"Poof!"

Tao Zijian stared at the twenty-four poems on the wall for a long time, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, fell to the ground, followed in the footsteps of Lu Haoqing, and fell unconscious.

...... in one day The two innate masters, respectively, were defeated by Feng Qingyao in their best fields, and they both fell from the innate powerhouse to the ranks of the acquired martial artists!

"Old Ma, this kid...... This kid...... Alas. 」

Li Ziqing looked at Feng Qingyao's back with a complicated expression, Feng Qingyao's talent is undoubted, and he is definitely the top in the world. However, the arrogant and uninhibited feelings contained in these six poems and the song when he left show that Feng Qingyao is not something that anyone can control at all. Today's saints don't have such talents, which means that their idea of making Feng Qingyao out of the limelight is basically unattainable.

"What is this? He hasn't promised me to teach me how to play chess!"

The thirteenth princess, Zhu Xiaoxuan, suddenly came back to her senses and shouted loudly.

After playing this poem again, the king of Jidong got up and came to the wall of Feng Qingyao's inscription, stood for a long time, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Come, cover these two walls with a gauze cover for this king! Hahahahaha! This is the heaviest gift this king has ever received." 」

"Alas, the king of Jidong has made a lot of money, and these two walls can be said to be the two most expensive walls in the ages. Li Ziqing looked at King Jidong with envy and said.

Ma Boyuan is much calmer than Li Zi, but he is also extremely envious in his eyes.

"Today's events are enough to be passed down through the ages, you are really right, the two of us grind ink, and the king of Jidong strokes the qin to cheer up Feng Xiaoyou, and it will definitely become a great story after thousands of years. (To be continued......)