"Good poetry!"

"Brother Zhou's good poem is really a masterpiece!"

"Wonderful, wonderful! This song "Yongyue" will definitely win the top of this poetry meeting under the moon!"

"Yes, this poem will definitely overwhelm everyone, Brother Zhou deserves to be my first talent in Lin'an!"

On the second floor of Feng Yage, Zhou Xiang was flattered by a group of talented people, and he enjoyed this feeling like the stars and the moon.

His face was still humble, and he bowed to everyone and said.

"Brothers, I praised it. Zhou is not talented, so I hope you will appreciate and guide you. ”

"Brother Zhou really tortured us, as soon as "Yongyue" came out, how could we dare to get an axe. ”

"Yes, Brother Zhou, you are too modest!"

When everyone saw Zhou Xiang write such a masterpiece, they still looked humble, and the praise was endless, which really made Zhou Xiang's heart feel a fluttering feeling.

"When tonight's poetry meeting is over, this masterpiece must be passed on to the cabinet and alarm the great Confucian from the capital. A talented man in a green shirt stepped forward and said.

Zhou Xiang returned the salute, shook his head and said, "Brother Wu's words are wrong. Zhou is still a little self-aware of his clumsiness. The great Confucian who came from afar in the capital has seen so many poems and songs in his life. I have seen many talented people in a country, and Zhou's clumsy works are far inferior to these predecessors. ”

The talented man in the green shirt smiled when he heard this, and just wanted to open his mouth to praise and see a sudden vision outside the window, his expression was stunned, and he couldn't take his eyes off.

Zhou Xiang frowned slightly when he saw this, "Brother Wu, what's wrong with you?"

Under the light call, the man in the green shirt still did not respond, staring straight out the window and unable to extricate himself.

Quite puzzled, he followed the sight of the talented man in the green shirt and looked out the window.

I saw that the dark night was golden and brilliant, and the sound of literature and Taoism came slowly, chanting the song "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" by Yun Chu'an.

"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 moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess. ”

"When you wake up, you mingle with each other, and when you are drunk, you scatter. Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase Miao Yunhan. ”

A group of talented people on the second floor of Feng Ya Pavilion were shocked by the vision of heaven and earth covering the sky and the moon, as well as the sound of literature and Taoism that came slowly, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

"This poem can cause a vision of heaven and earth!"

"Transcribe it!"

Suddenly, everyone was crazy about this poem that triggered the vision of heaven and earth, and no one praised the "Yongyue" written by Zhou Xiang anymore.

In the panic of the crowd, the rice paper with "Yongyue" was scattered on the ground.

Zhou Xiang bent down and picked up his song "Yongyue", stared at it for a moment and then tore it to pieces.

"A poem that has been handed down to the world, a peerless work, a famous country!" Zhou Xiang was a little distracted, and sat on the chair in despair, muttering to himself.

The light of rice grains, how dare you compete with the bright moon!

Unsurpassable!

How can his Zhou Xiang's "Yongyue" be comparable to this poem that triggers the vision of heaven and earth?

How can you talk about the name of the first genius in Lin'an?

He was complacent because he made a song "Yongyue" that was praised by everyone for the truth.

It all seemed like a joke.

Look at these talented people who are busy looking for pen and ink to copy this heirloom poem.

How can anyone continue to praise and praise their poetry?

"This poem will surely move a country... I'm afraid that I'm a talented man in Lin'an, no, I'm afraid that I'm a talented literati in the Qianyuan Kingdom can't write a poem that surpasses this poem "Drinking Alone Under the Moon".

What's more, whenever you drink on a moonlit night and raise a glass to drink alone, you must recite the sentence 'Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes a trio'. ”

"The clouds are safe... Who the hell is it?"

The same scene also appeared in the cabinet of the Wind Accord.

The city lord Li Jin, the daughter Zhang Mengyao, the great Confucian king Xuexian from the capital, and many dignitaries are here.

Just as they were talking about which Lin'an talent was about to win the first prize and win the first place in tonight's poetry meeting.

The vision of heaven and earth should be resounded in response to poetry, the golden light covers the sun, and the sound of literature and Taoism comes one after another.

""Drinking Alone Under the Moon", the clouds are safe..."

The crowd was in an uproar, and the four stood up and looked out the window at the vision!

City lord Li Jin, daughter Zhang Mengyao's face was more surprised and proud.

"Good boy! Not only is he a kendo talent, but he is also a peerless talent! Good, good, good!"

"When has he arrived, why hasn't anyone told me? I thought that his poetry and writing were comparable to those of Lin'an's talented literati. I didn't expect to be able to make such a hand-me-down!"

The faces of the great Confucian king Xuexian and the powerful people were not only shocked, but also at a loss.

"The clouds are safe... This son is your Lin'an talent? The old man has never heard of Lin'an's peerless talent!"

"Quick, take the pen and ink, such a hand-me-down work must be copied!"

"Words and ink become gold! Words and ink become gold! This son's "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" will surely spread throughout the country!"

"Where is this son? Send someone to invite him quickly... No, the old man should go to visit him in person!"

......

Lin Wan'er read the poem lightly in her mouth, and her eyes couldn't stop looking at Mu Yue's handsome cloud under the silver glow.

"Talent is so overflowing, as soon as this poem comes out, who dares to make a poem about drinking under the moon again?

And... Behind this poem is a poignant loneliness.

Who can accompany you but the moon in the sky?"

When the talented people came back to their senses, I don't know who spoke first, "I'll wait, meet Master Yun!"

Then the voice came like an overwhelming voice, and the Lin'an talents in the Feng Pavilion all bowed, bowed, and saluted.

"I'll wait, meet Master Yun!"

"I'll wait, meet Master Yun!"

There is no order to learn, and the master is the teacher.

Yun Chu'an is so literary and talented, he can definitely afford the title of cloud master.

Even Xie An and Zhao Yu bowed their heads respectfully at this time, and their expressions were even more resentful, replaced by endless admiration and worship mixed with some remorse.

"I was trying to deal with the Cloud Master... It is truly unforgivable! Such a peerless genius who has made a name for himself in a country will eventually become a generation of giants in our Qianyuan Kingdom!"

Yun Chu'an turned around, and at this time, the first floor of Feng Yage was already overcrowded, and many talented people on the second floor had already gone downstairs.

Seeing that many talented literati bowed to him in unison, he had never seen such a battle, his face turned slightly red, and then he hugged his fists and bowed slightly in return.

"Yun is not talented, and he dedicates this clumsy work. You're welcome, get up quickly. ”

When everyone got up, they saw that Xie An, Zhao Yu and others were still bowing and saluting, and they couldn't stand it for a long time, and they even said in their mouths: "A certain family had crooked thoughts about Master Yun before, and asked Master Yun to punish him!"