Wendao Tianjiao and martial arts heroes gathered together to go to the Qingqing Cultural Meeting, which was extremely lively. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, there is something wrong with the atmosphere, and the entire literary meeting is full of active readers, but there is a helpless depressive atmosphere permeating this hundred zhang green peak.

A song by the immortal martial powerhouse came from his hometown, and all the readers on the entire Qingfeng had a feeling of being out of breath.

All the readers have already given their own works, but there is still no work that can surpass the song of the immortal warrior from his hometown.

On the entire Qingfeng, only the most famous Yueyue genius Yang Chen has not yet come up with his own work, and this is also the only person on the entire Qingfeng who has the opportunity to make this work beyond Jun's hometown.

With the light words of Chen Fuzi and Mr. Lu, the eyes of all the proud sons of the sky on the entire Baizhang Qingfeng attracted the past.

Yang Chen smiled bitterly, today, since he suppressed the birch forest, one of the ten shows in Washington that day, Yang Chen didn't want to continue to be in the limelight.

Recently, with the birth of Yang Chen's works one by one, Yang Chen's reputation has risen to almost everyone's knowledge, but he also knows that his reputation is coming too quickly.

There is a feeling of being top-heavy and shallow, and it is necessary to lay a solid foundation.

However, looking at the fiery gazes of everyone, Yang Chen knew that today, he would not be able to hide, and this reputation might be even better.

The reader hopes that Yang Chen, who is also a reader, can write a peerless poem that can suppress the immortal martial powerhouse, and the immortal martial strong also hopes to meet Yang Chen's peerless talent in today's Qingwen article.

The exit of Yang Chen in the capital is a chapter, Xiong Huai is splendid, and the place where he writes is a classic.

I would like to take the opportunity to take this opportunity to see it.

"Master, sir, that one, everyone has seen it, it is indeed a rare good poem, if it spreads, with the blessing of mental power, it will inevitably be famous through the ages, and the poet's name will also be famous in history with the circulation of the poem. ”

There is such a poem, which will make today's Qingqing Literary Association leave a name in literature and history, and its brilliance has overshadowed many other poems. ”

"I originally had a small poem, but in the face of such a poem, I was embarrassed to take it out and be embarrassed. ”

Yang Chen shook his head, he himself was very sure that he could write a poem that was no worse than this one from his hometown, and even better than this poem from his hometown.

However, he also knew that these poems of his own were all transferred from other worlds, borrowed for his own use, and compared with the poems made by others with some well-honed passages.

As soon as Yang Chen said this, the eyes of Master Chen, Mr. Lu, and all the scholars and immortal martial arts powerhouses present were all lit up, and they couldn't imagine that with such a casual question, there was indeed a real masterpiece in the hands of the talented man of Invite Yue.

"What kind of poem is it, please invite the moon genius to recite it on the spot, so that everyone can enjoy it. ”

"If you can hear two psalms that have been handed down to the world at today's Qingqing Literary Meeting, it will really become a good story. ”

Yang Chen smiled faintly, since he was going to have a poem, he naturally wouldn't deliberately admit defeat, not to mention, at this time, there was still a poem that had been brewing in Yang Chen's heart for a long time.

This is a poem that Yang Chen likes very much, in the original world, if he has something to do, he will take out this poem and recite it silently.

"Since you like it, I will read this poem to you, and I hope you will like it. ”

For the psalm he is going to recite is indeed a masterpiece of the world, a masterpiece of the psalms.

Taking a deep breath, the whole person was in a very calm state, the voice was leisurely, spreading in all directions, all the people up and down the hundred zhang Qingfeng could hear Yang Chen's melodious and somewhat agitated voice, the voice seemed to be resounding in the ears, gently telling a classic that has been handed down from generation to generation.

The name of this poem is the Spring River Flower Moon Night. ”

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 moonlit flowers and forests are like hail;

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? 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.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's going to be in the boat tonight? Where is the Acacia Mingyue Tower?

Poor upstairs wandering for the moon, should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned.

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.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home.

The river flows to the end of 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 will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees.

Yang Chen's voice spread and stirred in the hundred zhang green peaks, everyone heard this poem, listening to this poem read out by Yang Chen, all the people's eyes, hearts, as if a wonderful picture scroll emerged, the picture scroll slowly opened, it was a spring river flower moonlit night, beautiful.

All the people were stunned, and with Yang Chen's voice, they were immersed in the world described in Yang Chen's poems.

With Yang Chen's recitation, he could hear that on the top of the hundred zhang green peak, in the sleeve of Chen Fuzi's clothes, there was a sudden crisp click, Chen Fuzi's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly took out the things in the sleeve, but it was a bronze color gossip compass, at this time, this gossip compass was criss-crossed, and there were many cracks like dense spider webs.

This is a magic weapon of Yunqi Academy, which has been passed down along with the academy since the day the academy was built, and has always been in the hands of the deans of each generation of the academy.

Every time on the day of the Qingqing Literary Association, the contemporary dean will take this gossip compass, and after activating the gossip compass with his own talent and aura, a gossip sealing sky array will emerge, which can hide the talent and aura in everyone's poems across the sky.

However, at this time, this side of the gossip compass that had been inherited for a long time was also divided at this moment, and the gossip sealing array that was originally shrouded in the Baizhang Qingfeng was shattered, and above the sky, a vision emerged, and the talent aura was like an ocean, converging towards Yang Chen's side. (To be continued.) )