Lin Wan'er naturally guessed that Yun Chu'an was afraid that people would see the broken words and make people laugh.

In the contemptuous eyes of many people, Lin Wan'er stretched out her hand, took the brush, and hung the pen in front of the case.

Yun Chu'an didn't know when he took a small glass of wine, his left hand was behind, he was silent for a moment, and then took a step, his lips slightly opened.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. ”

"This verse!?"

As soon as the two lines of poetry came out, they attracted a few people in the crowd.

Xie An and the others were also stunned.

This guy really seems to have some ink in his stomach?

No!

It must have been luck, or a poem copied from a book somewhere!

Lin Wan'er's beautiful eyes flowed, and she waved her pen lightly, and a line or two sentences of graceful handwriting appeared on the rice paper.

When he had just swiped the ink, he saw that the cloud was taking another step forward, coming to the window, standing sideways with his left hand against the railing, and holding up the wine in the cup with his right hand, holding it high against the bright moon outside the window, as if inviting wine.

"Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. ”

The second verse came slowly.

As soon as the words fell, I heard a boom, and the round of bright crescent moon hanging from the sky was like a response, and the silver veil ended, hazy in the world, and the layers were permeated, all of which were blurred on Yun Chu'an's body, reflecting the lonely shadow on the ground.

Even the lights in the Wind Pavilion are like day, but at this time, they are all eclipsed, and all the brilliance in the world is dwarfed by it, leaving the silver light rippling in the clouds.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Yun Chu'an, seeing his long sleeves wave, he raised his head and closed his eyes, sipped wine slightly, and drank alone under the moon.

"It's... This is actually a poem that sounds, a natural vision! Even the moon in the sky is radiating brilliance for it at this moment. ”

"His poems lead to visions! Quick! Find pen and ink and transcribe his poems!"

Suddenly, the talents on the first floor of Feng Ya Pavilion were in an uproar, and Xie An and the others were even more stunned, their faces were shocked, and they looked embarrassed.

"In response to the poem..."Xie An swallowed his saliva, incredulous.

At this time, Lin Wan'er, who was holding a pen next to her, looked sideways at Yun Chu'an, who was drinking alone under the bright moon, and the brush hanging on the rice paper could not fall for a long time.

She thought that there was a little literary brilliance in the chest of the clouds, and it was not a problem to compose a poem, and to fight back against everyone with this,

But she never thought that Yun Chu'an's poems would be so amazing, and they could even trigger the vision of heaven and earth.

After being stunned for a long time, he came back to his senses, took a deep breath of turbidity, picked up the pen and wrote, and wrote down these two verses.

Yun Chu'an drank all the wine in the cup, looked up at the moon, and blurted out the poems one after another.

"The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. ”

"For the time being, the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. ”

As soon as these four lines of poetry came out, the crescent moon in the canopy sprinkled all the silver moonlight, and the bright stars hanging above the sky were even more faint at this time.

Leaving all the light in the clouds seems to be telling the world that only the bright moon can correspond to it in this heaven and earth.

"I am wandering in the song moon, and I am dancing in a mess. ”

"When you wake up, you mingle with each other, and when you are drunk, you scatter. ”

"Forever tie the knot ruthlessly travels, and the phase is Miao Yunhan. ”

The last six lines of the poem slowly came out.

This poem is called "Drinking Alone Under the Moon". ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a slowly turning golden page appeared on Yun Chu'an's head, hanging in the air, and a bright golden pillar of light appeared on it, reaching into the night.

At this moment, the sky above the entire Lin'an City was reflected in the golden splendor, floating light, horizontal visions, and a voice full of ancient breath came, and began to recite Yun Chu'an's poem "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" several times.

"Drinking Alone Under the Moon", the clouds are safe. A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio ......"

The sound is eternal, like the sound of mountains and seas, coming from all directions, going in all directions, the city within a thousand miles of Lin'an City can hear its sound, looking in the direction of Lin'an City, you can see the bright golden light that covers the stars and the moon, and it does not disperse for a long time.

"This is the golden thread page, the voice of the text!"

According to the records in the book, the last time was a peerless poet more than 100 years ago!"

"Is this the birth of a peerless genius in Lin'an City? The clouds are safe!"

"Quick! Where is the pen and ink? Get it quickly! Record this peerless poem immediately!"

Where the golden light can be seen, where the sound of Wendao can be heard.

Countless literati and artists are crazy about this vision of heaven and earth.

In the Feng Pavilion, all the talented people either looked worshipped, or looked solemnly at the clouds, or they all put down their pens and left ink on the paper.

There was no more sound.

Even Xie An and the others were speechless at this time, and all the conspiracies and tricks in their hearts were swept away, leaving them in shock.

To see such a poetic vision is only seen in my life!

This is a real literary giant, a peerless talent!

Lin Wan'er put down the pen, only to see that the white rice paper was full of golden light, and after a few breaths, the brilliance dissipated, and the original black ink showed the color of golden wisps.

Lin Wan'er stretched out her slender jade hand and removed the ruler, wanting to pick up the poem and look at it carefully, but she couldn't hold up the rice paper at once, and only picked it up with a little force.

After a while, a group of talented people around him put down their pens one after another, and the rice paper in their hands was even more glorious.

Words become gold!

Whoever transcribes and transcribes this poem "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" on rice paper, its words will be gone!

A moment later, the golden thread of the book on the head of Yun Chu'an reappeared, and the pages quickly flipped and shook, and the golden light fell blue, and four large golden characters were born from it.

"Moon, down, alone, drink!"

The four characters stand in the air, showing brilliance, and the sound of literature and Taoism comes into the ears, reciting "Drinking Alone Under the Moon".

After the sound is finished, the four golden words are all in the body of An.

An invisible force was washing Yun Chu'an's body, and there was a "click" sound in its meridian bones, and a crispy and numb feeling came from the brain and spread to the limbs.

After the abnormal sound in the body disappeared, Yun An breathed a long sigh of relief, only to feel that at this time, there seemed to be a strange power in the body, blessed in the body, hazy and floating in the dantian, after a few breaths, it actually condensed into a miniature version of the golden thread of the page.

"This is a talent infusion!

From now on, this son will be protected by talent!

Poetry can break the enemy, words can break delusion!

Words and words, words must be done!"

"This is a road to heaven that has walked out of a cultivation talent!"

After a long time, above the sky, the sound of Wendao was finished, the golden brilliance faded, and the bright moon and stars reappeared in the sky.

The golden thread of the book on the head of the cloud also slowly faded and disappeared into the air.

All the visions were gone, leaving only the ink-and-gold poems in the hands of a group of talented people, reminding everyone at all times.

Tonight, the peerless genius of the world, the name of Yun Chu'an, the name of the country!