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"The price?"

Grand Prince Li's face changed.

The value of this poem is too great, if it can spread all over the world and attract the minds of all beings, it can make Yang Chen gather incense and ignite the divine fire.

How can such a valuable poem be convincing if it cannot pay a sufficient price?

Old Man Li's heart also sank.

If you don't get it right, the Li family will go bankrupt because of this.

Even the reputation accumulated over generations can be wiped out.

Mr. Chen and Mr. Lu were also silent.

Since he wants Yang Chen to rewrite a poem that is like a splendid pen, he naturally needs to pay the price.

looked at Master Li and was silent.

Yang Chen smiled angrily.

Without saying a word, he walked a few steps to the table and stood still with a calm face.

Then, with a big hand, he said loudly:

"Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are waiting, today I will let you see what kind of poems can write the word 'winter plum'. ”

"Of course, you also let me see if the poems I wrote below about 'Dongmei' also happened to be read by you. ”

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone send!

Yang Chen took a deep breath.

But it's an early plum.

A tree of cold plum and white jade, back to the village road by the river bridge.

I don't know that the splash came first, and it is suspected that it has not been sold through the winter snow.

Yang Chen put down his pen, and someone next to him recited aloud.

When this person read a sentence, Li Dagongzi's face turned pale.

The poem is completed, the spiritual light shines, the floating shadow is in the air, the words are like the stars shining brightly, and the phantom of an old plum branch appears in the air, shaking with the wind, and the dark fragrance is fragrant.

The phantom of the old plum is surrounded by clouds and brocade, and the flowers are splendid.

After writing this one, Yang Chen did not stop writing.

Continue writing.

Xuemei.

Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in spring, and the saucy people put aside the pen fee to comment on the chapter.

The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance.

Everyone continued to chant, the voice was loud, and in the dark void, it was like thunder, an inexplicable voice, with mysterious power, descended out of thin air.

It was as if the gods were chanting.

Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in spring, and the saucy people put aside the pen fee to comment on the chapter.

The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance.

This poem resounded in the void, the spiritual light rose to the sky, the clouds in the sky were steaming, the flowers were splendid, and the divine sound was rolling.

At this time, there was no trace of blood on Mr. Li's face.

Pale as paper.

The whole person's spirit is a little trance.

The girl covered in black veil behind him felt a little incredible, and in a pair of beautiful eyes, there was a sense of confusion, incredulity, disbelief, and regret and helplessness.

"How is this possible?"

"How is this possible?"

"How is this possible?"

"Why is this happening?"

She kept muttering to herself.

Yang Chen was immersed in poetry and was not disturbed by external objects.

Continue to pick up the pen and write.

This time, he wrote about Momei.

I saw the words on the paper, the spiritual light was self-generated, the glow was shining, and the divine sound was like thunder, and there was no need for others to recite it at all.

My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks.

Don't let people praise the color, only leave the air full of goodness.

Three poems, connected to the spring snow just now.

There are four poems in total.

Every song is a classic.

Every sentence, every word, has been carefully crafted.

There is snow, there is plum, there is snow plum, and there is also ink dyed into plum......

In one go, the four poems were completed almost at the same time, and the four poems, the poems and poems all had an amazing aura, and in the end, they even attracted the recitation of the gods, shocking the entire Weicheng.

With the advent of the divine voice, the sky fell, and the aura surged, many mortals were baptized by the great power of the gods, and their bodies became more tough, and some of them were sick, and some of them were immediately cured without medicine.

In the sky above Weicheng, the flowers are splendid, and the clouds are shining.

The flowers are splendid and beautiful, the clouds are steaming, and the weather is thousands.

One by one, the big characters are like a big grinding in the air, blooming with thousands of lights, and everyone has seen every word of these four poems.

Especially the last poem.

The last two sentences.

Don't let people praise the color, only leave the air full of goodness.

After writing.

Yang Chen threw away the pen, ignored all the readers present, looked up to the sky and laughed and went out.

Everyone was stunned.

Looking at the long-standing spiritual light in the sky, it turned into a flower splendor.

Listen to the rumbling divine sound that fills the sky above Weicheng.

They were all a little overwhelmed.

The next three poems, each poem is better than the first spring snow, I don't know how many times.

If the first song was plagiarized by Yang Chen.

Are the three better poems that follow also plagiarized?

The answer is obvious.

The first one was not copied.

The next three poems are not copied.

Even mortals don't know.

But don't the gods in the sky know?

You don't see it, Yang Chen wrote three poems, which have already aroused the recitation of the gods.

This is earth-shattering, weeping ghosts and gods.

God's eyes are like electricity, and if such a poem is copied, the god will never recite it himself.

Yang Chen was wronged.

It was Prince Li who was slandering Yang Chen.

Everyone's minds had already turned, and when they looked at Master Li, their eyes were cold and disdainful.

When he looked at Lin Shushu, it was more like looking at a pile of garbage.

In order to monopolize the leader of this 'Dongmei' poetry club, this person can be said to be unscrupulous.

It's a shame in the literary world, Sven scum.

Don't let people praise the good color.

Only leave the clear air full of goodness.

Silent Yang Chen, proud of his bones.

This is the real reader.

The crowd looked back.

I only heard a wild laugh full of sorrow, and only saw a thin back staggering away.

The back was far away, but everyone felt that the thin back seemed to be a majestic mountain towering into the sky, which could only be looked up to.

Famous through the ages.

A wild laugh.

And the stumbling thin back.

"Hahaha, what a 'Dongmei' poetry club, what a dignified one of the four princes!"

"That's it, that's it!"

"Although I am not talented, I also don't want to be in the company of such a hypocritical villain!"

"Let's go, let's go!"

A few scholars who followed Yang Chen to Xiyuan laughed, their waists were straight, their feet were on the snow, and they walked away in a dashing manner, revealing the dark ground under the snow.

"Brother Yang, wait for me!"

Du Gongzi, who had been beside Yang Chen, reacted at this time.

Spread his legs, trot, and headed towards Yang Chen.

Mr. Li was stunned.

Old Man Li was in a cold sweat like rain, and his body was shaking.

The eyes of Mr. Chen and Mr. Lu also revealed a cold light, looking directly at Mr. Li, and the invisible momentum was unrestrained, just like two mountains falling from the sky and pressing on Mr. Li's body.

But the eldest prince Li felt that his breathing was stagnant, his eyes were black, and he fainted.

The girl covered in black veils sat slumped as if she had no bones left on her body.

Lin Shushu even roared in his heart: "It turns out that my feelings that day are real, and it turns out that Yang Chen is really hidden!"

"His deep hiding is not revealed, but he grasps the Lin family's pit so miserable!"