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And the most important thing is that his current situation is very dangerous, there is a possibility of death at any time, the threat that Qin Mingyue brings to him is too great, and only by attracting people from the fourth realm can he obtain absolute safety.

A song "Traveling to Meigu Village" can attract "literary atmosphere", which eternal swan song "Water Tune Song Head", and what kind of weather will it attract.

It is certain that a greater atmosphere will attract more powerful people.

Originally, he had decided not to write poetry anymore, because that meant that he would be given power that was not completely under his control, but at this moment, there was a possibility of death at any time, and he couldn't care so much. Of course, the future needs to be considered, but if there is no life, there is no future.

Close your eyes slightly, concentrate on martial arts, and calm your mind.

Call!

Tang Ze exhaled a breath of turbidity, and then grabbed a purple jade brush without hesitation.

Dipped in the spiritual spring water, Tang Ze's eyes flashed with golden light, and a majestic and ethereal aura immediately rose from his body. The jade pen in his hand was directly pointed on the elegant jade and wrote.

His eyes were full of thoughts about that little girl and a thirst for strength.

One stroke at a time, it is as steady as a mountain. The choice of font is no longer a wild and uninhibited wild grass, but a square and round chapter grass, the words are not connected, and it looks open and majestic.

"Water tunes the song head, when will the bright moon be ...... When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky...... I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace...... I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable...... Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world......"

When Mingyue had some words, word by word appeared on the phantom of elegance and jade, but it was not like the previous poems, and the literary atmosphere immediately appeared, and the golden words that emerged did not dissipate, but were like ink written on the white paper and preserved on it.

The speed of writing is not fast, but the words and sentences, with his artistic conception at the moment, are done in one go.

In the middle of the field, there was no sound of conversation, and even his breathing was deliberately slowed down, for fear of disturbing the young man who was writing in the middle.

The words are poems, although only the name of the word and the first half of the poem are written, but the majestic atmosphere of the whole poem, the ethereal and distant artistic conception has been noticed by everyone, and it is inevitable that it will be sung silently according to the rhythm in the bottom of the heart.

Of the people present, more than half of them were Confucian scholars, and there were even great Confucians like Gongsun Gaoyang, An Yongnian, Yang Yi and others, even if they couldn't write poetry, they could still appreciate it.

Looking at the golden words fixed on the elegant jade, blooming with golden mangs, although this kind of thing has never happened, while being amazed, more thoughts fell on the artistic conception of this poem, and they all knew in their hearts that a great word was about to be born!

The beginning is the question of "when is the bright moon", and then with the "ask the wine to the sky", a simple sentence, immediately outlined the artistic conception of the bright moon in the sky and the beauty of thousands of miles, this question can be described as an obsession with asking.

The next few sentences of description, the bold bearing, and the ethereal artistic conception are even more overwhelming, like the snow that has collapsed from the top of the mountain, mighty and out of control.

Gongsun Gaoyang's eyes flashed with a fine light, he has lived a long time, and he can also be said to be well-informed, he can't remember how many times he has participated in the Qiongyu Poetry Club, and the poems he has seen are even more incalculating. Over the past few hundred years, the Great Zhou Dynasty has prospered, and the poetry has developed all the way, and the masterpieces with profound artistic conception are unknown, but most of them are pursuing complex changes in poetry, and most of the rhetoric is gorgeous, so that the Confucian monks can display it and have great power in order to defeat the enemy. Of course, there are also Confucians who return to the basics and simplify the complex, each with its own characteristics, and the list goes on.

But the artistic conception is so high that there are not a few poems in the entire Confucian sect, and the source is also a real holy place of Confucianism, which is by no means something that people in a small realm like Nanlin can write. Forty years ago, Zhang Gong wrote a long "Song of Righteousness", but what kind of person is he!

The water tune song is half a que, just a few sentences, it arouses people's yearning for Qiongyu Immortal Palace, although the artistic conception of the road is magnificent, but it does not take half a point of fireworks, it seems natural and freehand, although it is only half a que, but the breath of the peerless masterpiece has been undoubtedly displayed.

Gongsun Gaoyang's eyes were raised, looking at the frozen golden text on the elegant jade, and then his gaze fell on Tang Ze's side face, waiting for the arrival of Xia Yan, looking forward to it.

The young man frowned slightly, and the jade pen hung in front of the phantom of Fengya Yubi......

Inside the main hall, a breeze quietly blew again. No, not only in the hall on the sixth floor, but in the entire Qiongyu Building, plus within five miles around the Qiongyu Building, there was a breeze, and everyone in this range clearly felt it.

Shocked, isn't it?

The sixth floor of Qiongyu Building, after passing through the previous shock of the literary tide, once again attracted everyone's attention.

Several figures entered the field silently, it was Zhang Weixian, Long Wanshan, these powerful powerhouses sitting on the eighth layer, as soon as Fang arrived, they were all looking at the golden words of Fengya and jade, and their eyes were shocked.

The moment he saw Zhang Weixian, Tang Ze knew that he was safe, and in his heart, the jade pen was once again on the elegant jade.

Rumble!

There was a roar at the place where the pen was dropped, and a circle of golden ripples rippled from the tip of the pen. At this moment, the breeze turned into an extremely fast wind, and rushed wildly with an unstoppable attitude.

And Tang Ze has just written the first word "turn" in the second half of the que!

Countless literary qi poured out from all directions, like silk threads formed by raindrops, and then poured into the air, and then converged into a violent wind, constantly rolling towards the central wind and elegant jade, and forming a huge round of literary vortex mixed with green smoke in the sky above the elegant jade.

The pen falls into a storm!

Everyone fell into horror, because Tang Ze's poem and the tone of the text actually reached the realm of "pen falling into a storm". That is an extremely high level of poetry, and many Confucian scholars may not be able to write such a poem in their lifetime!

Everyone looked at Tang Ze's eyes, and couldn't help but rise a trace of awe, the jade pen in his hand seemed to be condensed in it.

The realm of literary temperament has nothing to do with cultivation, only related to the artistic conception in the poem.

"The pen falls into the storm! Only one word can have the weather of the pen falling into the storm, this son is so talented! This poem is in line with the holy way, it will attract such a weather! Now I have only written half of the que, I want to see, what will happen to the back of the half, can it really be that the legendary "poetry into a crying ghost god" weather is not possible!"

Gongsun Gaoyang's eyes widened, and he looked at Tang Ze with a crazy expression, not caring about his image at all.

"Uh-huh!? ”

Zhang Wei took a step forward first, transparent flames rippled around his body, and there was already an extra jade magic pen in his palm.

At the same time, in the righteous hall of the imperial city, in the empty hall, there were only Emperor Zhou Qian, King Zhou Tai of Wenyuan, and an old eunuch, and the three of them were laughing at this time.

There are four poems that are full of literary spirit, and there are even more than a dozen poems that are full of literary spirit! Now there is even a masterpiece of writing that is full of storms. It's really the blessing of the ancestors and the ancestors, and my Great Zhou finally came to Jitai. Hahaha...... With so many great talents today, my big week is just around the corner to regain its peak. ”

Zhou Qian looked extremely happy, playing with a jade pendant in his hand, and a round of fiery red sun was suspended above his head, during which there were nine wandering dragons wandering happily.

"Wenyun broke out like this, is it Ji Tailai?" Zhou Tai muttered, his brows furrowed, and he said in a voice that he couldn't even hear: "No Ji Tailai, or is it back to the light......?"