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I don't know art!

I don't know poetry!

Reading poetry superficially!

This poem shows the author's tastes and tendencies. It is natural for the poet to miss his hometown, and he likes plum blossoms. This poem comes at your fingertips, and it is natural.

This is an unusual image of a wanderer.

Although it has experienced many vicissitudes, it is still detached from the world and maintains the spirit of a free mind.

In this way, the poet's purpose in writing this poem is also clear: he is singing the praises of a life style that has experienced many vicissitudes, but is never sophisticated, and always maintains a free mentality.

With the suspense of small things, it is said that each piece of care is transmitted and homesick.

Bai Hualin's face flushed when he heard this, and he was spit blood from his mouth when Yang Chen said, his expression was decadent, and he couldn't stop retreating.

Pointing at Yang Chen, "You, you..."

Yang Chen smiled, "Am I not right? If you understand poetry, will you call a good poem a bad poem?"

Bai Hualin's figure regressed, "Don't think that what you say is what it is, I believe that a really good poem will be recognized by heaven and earth, if it is a good poem, this poem will generate spiritual light and condense the rhyme of heaven and earth." ”

"Everyone, please also remove the supernatural powers, so that this place is connected with heaven and earth, take a look at this poem is so well said by the invited moon genius, can it generate spiritual light and condense the rhyme?"

When the crowd heard this, they felt a wave of contempt.

Even if a poem is a good poem, it does not necessarily mean that a good poem can achieve the point where the poem becomes a spiritual light and condenses the rhyme of heaven and earth!

Only when the poem is good enough to a certain extent and is recognized by heaven and earth can it be possible to generate talent and aura and condense the rhyme of heaven and earth!

Ordinary good poems can't generate aura and condense rhyme at all.

Even Master Chen, Mr. Lu, and the people in the Great Zhou royal family, as well as the outer gate elders of the Yunxiao Heavenly Palace, and the attendants of the Fire Cloud Divine Spirit, all looked at the birch forest with some disdain.

At this time, everyone listened to Yang Chen's story, and they had already reminisced.

After careful thinking and deep thought, what Yang Chen said is not unreasonable, this poem is from his hometown and should know about his hometown, which is indeed a rare good poem.

But whether it can be good enough to produce spiritual light and condense Dao rhyme, this person is not sure!

If you want to generate aura, how difficult it is to condense Dao rhyme.

Letting everyone despise him, Bai Hualin still regarded this as his last chance, and roared angrily, "What, invite the moon talent, don't you dare?"

"Don't you think this is a good poem, don't you have confidence in the good poems in your eyes, so that the good poems in your eyes can generate aura and condense rhyme?"

Ma Wencai and Liang Shanbo said, "Master, don't agree to this despicable villain's request!"

Zhu Yingtai also said, "Yes, Yang Xianggong, this poem, I will also taste it, this poem is indeed a good poem, as long as it is a good poem, Yang Xianggong will already be better than this despicable villain, why let this poem communicate with heaven and earth?"

Chen Fuzi also said, "Yes, Yang Xianggong, you have already won this competition, why do you need to do more!"

Bai Hualin sneered constantly, "Just now, everyone was not optimistic about this poem, but as soon as Yang Chen said it, he felt that this poem was good, it was really unreasonable, it was ridiculous." ”

"Everyone's understanding of poetry is different, some people say it is good, some people say it is bad, only if heaven and earth approve it, I will lose my heart. ”

"Otherwise, if you insist on your own words, how will I obey you, and how will I admit my mistakes to those two juniors!"

The crowd was furious, they had never seen such shamelessness, and they had never seen such shamelessness.

"Yang Chen, if you have the courage, let you adults remove their supernatural powers, so that this place can be connected with heaven and earth, take a look at this poem, will it be recognized by heaven and earth?"

Yang Chen smiled lightly, "In that case, I will convince you." ”

Gently arched his hand and said to everyone, "Please also withdraw your supernatural powers, so that this guy can lose his heart!"

When Master Chen, Mr. Lu, the Great Zhou Imperial Family, the Heavenly Palace, and the Messenger of the Gods heard this, they all glanced at each other, "Are you sure you want to remove the supernatural power and let this place communicate with heaven and earth?"

Yang Chen nodded, but Bai Hualin's face turned pale.

I was secretly worried in my heart, could it be that this poem has really reached the point where the poem has become a spiritual light and condenses the rhyme of heaven and earth?

The people withdrew their supernatural powers, so that this place was temporarily connected with heaven and earth.

Yang Chen beckoned, and let the immortal martial powerhouse from his hometown come to him, and Shi Li said, "Please also write this poem, so that the first draft of this poem will appear." ”

There was a sneer on the corner of the Immortal Martial Strongman's mouth, but he had great respect for Yang Chen.

"Thank you for inviting the moon to speak for me, on the top of the Qingfeng, there are so many readers, only Yang Xianggong can see that my poem is a famous poem through the ages, Yang Xianggong's vision is really not comparable to these laymen. ”

"This poem is my inspiration, maybe in this life, I will never be able to make a second such poem, but I believe, but with this poem, it is enough to make me famous through the ages, and many famous Confucianists and Taoists. ”

Compared with many famous masters of Confucianism and Taoism, it is also famous through the ages, and as soon as this statement came out, it immediately provoked the scholars on the hundred zhang Qingfeng to sneer and sneer constantly.

Saying this, behind the immortal martial powerhouse, a thick aura of talent emerged, and the aura of talent gathered together, turned into a cold plum, and fell in his hand.

The immortal martial powerhouse held the cold plum in his hand, and his aura was surging, and an elegant aura was released.

When everyone saw it, they were amazed.

Unexpectedly, this poem is really a peerless poem, and it has gathered so many talents and spiritual light for the immortal martial arts powerhouse, and these talents and spiritual lights are all brought by this poem to this immortal martial arts powerhouse.

Bai Hualin's face was also pale and at a loss.

The immortal warrior is holding a plum blossom in one hand, holding a pen in the other, on a piece of white paper, and wrote out this small poem.

After writing a poem, I saw that on the paper, a layer of spiritual light was born, and the literary energy between heaven and earth converged towards this place, surging and worshipping, making this place a vortex of spiritual energy.

Endless aura converges and evolves into a fantasy world, which is a small village, with a person, a house, and a plum blossom, slowly blooming, and the fragrance of plum blossoms overflows.

In the whole fantasy world, there is a sad feeling of homesickness.

When people look at it, they have a feeling of being out of the body, immersed in it, and unable to extricate themselves.

A poem that forms an illusion.

It's just terrifying.

The aura is born, the literary qi is surging, and a kind of Taoist rhyme is imprinted on this piece of paper, so that this piece of poetry treasure has become a real literary treasure.

As long as it is gently unfolded, it can turn into an illusion and confuse others.

Seeing that the immortal martial powerhouse had finished writing this poem, Yang Chen turned his head, looked at the pale birch forest, and said softly, "Now, are you convinced?" (To be continued.) )