Xue Zha's questioning, combined with the lewd corners of his mouth, immediately made Yun Tian rub his heart into extreme uneasiness.

"What does he mean? Did I guess wrong? It's a trap?"

"No...... No, how is it possible? I have read countless people in my life, and I will never be wrong about his sincerity and determination just now, I will never be wrong!"

Yun Tian rubbed his heart, and two villains appeared at this moment, one called self-confidence and the other called self-doubt.

Xue Zha didn't give him much time to digest the huge change just now, he smiled and picked up the pen, his mind controlled a long piece of rice paper to float in the air, without pause, he began to write poems.

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

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

"The river flows 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. ”

Xue Zha wrote four sentences, and immediately, a bright moon rose from the river, and the Baiyun River, which was originally calm and waveless, also began to slowly spread in all directions after the rise of this round of bright moon.

Xue Zha didn't expect Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlit Night" to be so strong, just the first four sentences, actually began to stir the river towards the river bank vines on the side of Yunguo, in which the aquatic plants grew wildly, and the shore turned into a forest and grass in an instant, and those soldiers and officers in white and blue military uniforms in Yunguo fell into the artistic conception of the bright moon river tide, woods and green spaces, and flying frost and white yarn in an instant.

Some officers tried to write poems, but they found that their arms were as soft and crispy as if they were tempted by the girl's arms, and they couldn't lift the pen at all, and they even had those who cultivated and had a low realm, and they felt that the beauty in front of them was overwhelming, and they forgot to breathe, and there were really some young centurions who were lost in the beautiful artistic conception of these four lines of poetry to die quietly.

But after all, Xue Zha only wrote four poems of "Spring River Flower and Moon Night", although the power can have an effect on the ordinary soldiers and centurions of Yunguo, but seeing that the scholars above the commander of a thousand began to write poems to break the artistic conception of the endless beauty exuded by these four poems, Xue Zha understood that he did not dare to stop and must continue to write.

"Jiang Tian is free of fiber dust, 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?"

"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. ”

When Xue Zha wrote these four poems again, the entire Baiyun River was shrouded in bright moonlight, although it was still daytime, but there were no lead-colored clouds in sight, and now everyone or everything on both sides of the river was shrouded in a layer of eternal moonlight.

As the eternal, indifferent moonlight fell, the river, which had originally only overflowed some of the soldiers and officers of the Cloud Country, slowly grew taller again.

The rivers spread very slowly, they were silent but they were turbulent, they were like the hands of death, little by little they covered the mouths and noses of the soldiers of the Cloud Kingdom, and under the water were crazy aquatic weeds and silt, these soldiers lost themselves and forgot time under the eternal moonlight, they were lost in eternal time, and then died silently.

This time, the commanders who had already written a poem or two to fight back were not spared, and they couldn't help but look up, and they couldn't suppress certain thoughts that rose in their hearts: "The moonlight is so beautiful, such a beautiful thing, who will be the first person to see it? Is it me? It should be me......"

Entanglement, regret, remorse...... Countless emotions mingled in the hearts of these readers, they were not drowned by the tide, they were not swallowed up by the water weeds and silt, they died in their respective arms under the domination of remorse, some of them slapped their foreheads with their palms, some crushed their throat bones, and some even pulled out their sabers from their waists and killed themselves......

This time, Xue Zha almost wiped out more than seventy percent of the soldiers and officers of the Yun Kingdom, but by this time, the entire poem of "Spring River Flower Moon Night" had not yet been written, and its power had not yet reached the Great Confucian realm.

Yun Tianlu woke up from the nightmare in disbelief, his mind swept the entire battlefield, he couldn't believe it, Xue Zha just wrote eight saw poems, and actually wiped out nearly seventy percent of his soldiers and officers, which made him write the whole poem......

Yun Tian didn't dare to think about it, there was a burning blood in the depths of his eyes, and he roared loudly: "Four, please come with me!"

Behind Yun Tian rubbing, the four great Confucians glanced at each other, although they felt scared, but under the power of Yun Tian rubbing the past, they had to rush towards the terrifying Saint Realm powerhouse in mid-air.

Xue Zha smiled slightly, and he said in his heart: Stupid, if I want to be so good, I still need to tell you, "Is there a poem and an idiom?"

Of course, Xue Zha will not debunk himself by himself, he feels that the strength of "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" does not lie in emotion, its real strength lies in beauty and thinking, the suffocating beauty and all kinds of thinking that make people feel a lot of emotion are the key to the death of Yunguo scholars, but for the soldiers of Yunguo, this poem is not enough to wipe them out.

"Aquatic weeds, river water, silt...... It's all fake!"

The corners of Xue Zha's mouth twisted and smiled slightly, he put down the pen, and despite the four great Confucians rushing in front of him, he continued to write.

"The white clouds are gone, and Qingfeng Pushang is not worried. ”

"Whose house is Bian Zhouzi tonight?

"Poor upstairs wandering in the moon, should be taken away from the mirror table. ”

"I can't roll up in the jade curtain, and I can't get it back on the anvil of pounding clothes. ”

"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. ”

Xue Zha wrote six more poems, and as soon as these six poems were completed, a circle of river water shrouded in moonlight rose from under the Baiyun River, and shrouded the five great Confucians who were about to approach Xue Zha.

These Confucians can come to this point, which one is not "a young and a young man who left home and returned to the eldest child", the homesickness in this poem, coupled with the blood relationship between the wanderer and his father, when there are wild geese and ichthyosaurus appeared, the five Confucians inexplicably gave birth to many words in their hearts, and they were stunned to find that in addition to the headache and the need to hold their heads crazily, their bodies could not move half a minute.

"My son...... When will you return home?"

"Do you know kid, the person I want to see the most before I die is you......"

"If there is an afterlife, I will be a son and you will be a father, and I also want you to taste the taste of this white-haired person who does not see his knees!"

..................

The moonlight hovered in front of the tall building, and the silver threads were full of silver and sighed with the old man who was falling.

Countless pictures bloomed like fireworks in the hearts of the five great Confucians, sounds, pictures and emotions intruded, and the weakest of the four people slammed, their heads exploded, and they fell to the Baiyun River on the spot.

Yuntian kneading and cultivating is still able to support it, but the other two, seeing the tragic situation of their companions, immediately became afraid, but when they turned their heads and wanted to run, they found that at some point, their bodies couldn't move at all.

Xue Zha smiled and looked at the clouds close at hand, he was shocked when he put pen to paper, and began to complete the whole poem.

"Last night's idle pool dream fell into flowers, and the poor spring didn't return home. ”

"The river flows in 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 return to the moon, and the falling moon is full of love and trees. ”

Suddenly, the two men who were struggling to break free stopped struggling, they looked at each other and smiled, and they took each other's hands and stepped out, and they stepped into the moonlight, and then slowly faded and disappeared without knowing where to go.