Suddenly, an old man came out of the line to salute, and then asked, "I wonder who this poet will comment on?"

Lu Yuan was not in the limelight, and only said: "It's all up to the elders." ”

The old man nodded with a smile, turned around and invited a few famous elders as commentators of the poetry club, they are all university scholars in Qingsha County, and their academic background is quite profound.

Soon, the poetry meeting began smoothly, and the atmosphere of the poetry meeting gradually became stronger. In addition to Lu Yuan's guidance at the beginning, he stepped aside and watched quietly. There are several well-known talents participating in this poetry meeting, so the level of poetry is not bad.

Of course......

It's just good.

After all, this is a hastily prepared poetry meeting, and some poems can't even be read by Lu Yuan. Even the best of them was much worse than the level of Lu Yuan's predecessor. However, the fierce and rich atmosphere here gradually gathered into a ball, covering the sky around the stone pavilion.

In the corner, the mana brilliance in Lu Yuan's eyes flashed, and he observed the existence of Wen Qi.

"Can we still rely on many literati to condense their literary spirit and create a method of Confucianism and Taoism to sanctify?"

When the time comes, the reader will open the palace, condense the literary courage, refine the literary qi, compose poems to kill the enemy, write flowers and flowers, and come out of the mouth with a tongue and sword, and the poems will come to the town, and whoever is not convinced will explode the palace at a glance, and the head will explode if he scolds him - it's still quite interesting to think about, but just think about it.

There are also Wenqu Xingjun in the Journey to the West world, but Wenqu Xingjun is just a relatively powerful god in the upper realm, far less than the level of a saint in the novels of his previous life.

And that "Wenqi" is probably also a kind of "Haoran Qi" - the so-called "Heaven and Earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds".

Although the grade of this poetry meeting is not high, it also depends on who you compare with.

It's so high compared to the monsters that I don't know where it is.

The "literary atmosphere" formed by the literati stirring each other here naturally attracted the attention of the dragon spirit at the bottom of the river—a faint fluctuation of spiritual consciousness came from the bottom of the river and swept over the shore. Wolf Hua originally restrained his breath, and the cat was bored on the side, he didn't understand the grace of human poetry.

But when that spiritual sense appeared, his eyes widened suddenly, and he became energetic: "I really let that kid be right!"

Lu Yuan also narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Heh, it's time to show the real technique." ”

He came out of the crowd and arched his hand to everyone and said: "I have been watching from the side for a long time, and I have itching for a while, so I am ugly." ”

As the owner of the poetry club, Lu Yuan naturally has no problem wanting to be in the limelight, and he should even be in the limelight.

So those literati were in high spirits one by one.

"The proprietor's poetry must be extraordinary!"

"I can't wait!"

Lu Yuan smiled slightly, came to the table, and followed Nie Xiaoqian beside him obediently presented pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, of course...... Everyone's eyes were basically focused on Xiao Qian, she was hidden in the shadows before, and her talent as a ghost made everyone not notice her, but when Xiao Qian came to people, her stunning appearance immediately attracted the attention of most people.

In front of the table, Lu Yuan stood still, took the wolf pen and muttered for a while, and then waved it with ink!

Next to Lu Yuan, there was naturally a famous old man who followed and recited.

Lu Yuan is a person of qi refining, strong and healthy, plus his predecessor Jinshi was born, not only proficient in learning, but also involved in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, plus during this period of time he has been successful in refining qi, and he is good at killing, and the calligraphy he writes with a stroke is full of energy, the pen is sharp, and the sword intent is even more into!

By the time Lu Yuan finished writing, the famous man who had long been unable to hold back was already excited!

"Good poems!

The crowd clamored: "You always read it out for everyone to hear!"

The old man's expression was solemn, and he read: "Heaven and earth are not free, and the dragon and the phoenix are difficult to collect. The hall is full of three thousand guests, and one sword frost is cold in nineteen continents!"

After reading it, the old man was as excited as sifting chaff, and his face was full of "wonderful" intoxicated expressions.

The poem is majestic and contemptuous of the world, and the last two lines are even more wonderful, both tender and poetic, but also heroic.

The guys who boasted of being talented were also shocked, thinking that the proprietor this time was just a son of a family, but he didn't expect him to be able to make such magnificent verses, and compared with the previous poems and songs that were moaning and weak without disease, this style suddenly pulled up!

"I remember! Isn't this Lu Yuan, the Jinshi of Guangyuan Mansion?"

"Oh!

"No wonder...... It turned out to be Lu Jinshi in person!"

A country's jinshi are all fought by thousands of troops across the single-plank bridge, and the gold content of each jinshi's knowledge is still very high, and Lu Yuan has a wider reputation because of his talent and appearance. But he didn't expect it...... In this world where information does not circulate, his literary name has spread thousands of miles away!

It's a good taste to be admired.

Lu Yuan enjoyed this strange feeling, and just wanted to say a few words, when suddenly, the water flow of the Qingsha River became turbulent, and the sound of the water roared, and everyone on the shore looked stunned, and asked one after another, "What's going on?"

A few people saw the starry river suddenly surging with water, and after being stunned, they exclaimed: "The river dances!

Under the mournful shout, those literati instantly panicked.

The river dance sounds domineering and beautiful, but under this noun it represents "flood disaster"!

The Qingsha River is not small, but because the water quality is clear and the river is not blocked, it has never danced, but I don't know why it suddenly surged tonight.

Those literati hugged their heads and ran away, Lu Yuan let the female ghosts also take it away, and he pretended to be panicked and fled along the flow of people, but he deliberately left himself behind.

"Hahaha! My good slave, where are you going?"

The river is surging and rising, a burly and vigorous, blue-faced monster with a head is surrounded by the river and rises, the monster is dressed in heavy silver grinding iron chain mail, wearing a phoenix wings helmet, holding a water mill cold iron tiger swallowing gun in his hand, looking vicious and hideous, very terrifying.

That monster is definitely the existence that can stop children crying at night!

As soon as the dragon spirit came out of the water, he took the poem on the table in his hand, the monster didn't know how to write and ink, but he just felt that the words looked very good, and the pen was sharp, like a sharp sword, and he felt as if his heart had been cut by a sword, and the burden in his heart was light.

"Good stuff!"

Jiaolong Jing took the pair of calligraphy in his hand, and sneered: "Good man slave, since you can write good poems and good characters, let's go with this king!

Lu Yuan pretended to be panicked on his face, but he was secretly sneering in his heart.

- You'll look good later!

The Jiaolong Essence was resolute, and as soon as he raised his hand after speaking, the demonic qi blew a violent wind, and a suction force suddenly enveloped Lu Yuan's body, pulling him towards the Jiaolong Essence.

Lu Yuan shouted and waved his arms, looking flustered, Jiaolong Jing admired Lu Yuan's embarrassment, and a fierce and murderous smile appeared in the corners of his mouth. If it weren't for Lu Yuan's usefulness, he might have been played with to death like this. But...... There is more than one two-legged sheep here.

Jiaolongjing thought so, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of an old man with a gray beard staring at the strong wind and fierce pressure rushing to the vicinity of Jiaolongjing, he held a stone in his hand, and saw that Jiaolongjing smashed it directly: "Demon, let go of that child!"

In the midst of danger, the old man actually went against the flow of people and returned to save him?