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Chapter 226 Brother is God!

Chapter 224: Brother is God!
The crowd surrounded Lin Xiaoyao, denser than Hou Wenhua at that time, and they all held their breath, fearing that their breathing would be too loud and affect Lin Xiaoyao's thinking.

So monstrous, so amazing!Can this still be human?Even Wenquxing in the sky is just like this, right?

Everyone looked at Lin Xiaoyao's pen and ink, writing poems without pausing on the paper, and their hearts were already numb with shock. People are incomparable to others, people are better than immortals, that's really courting death!
Thinking of Hou Wenhua and Duan Yefeng's aggressive aura just now, and the embarrassment they are looking for to find a way to get in, everyone couldn't help laughing secretly, bad luck!What bad luck!It must be that he didn't worship Guan Gong when he went out, so he was so unlucky!

It's not good to provoke anyone, but if you insist on provoking Lin Xiaoyao, Hou Wenhua vomited blood in anger before he even started composing poems. Once these poems that are sure to be famous all over the world are written, it's not a slap in the face at all, it's a step on him. Ah, step on the face specially!It's not enough to step on a few feet, it still needs to jump a few times!

However, although everyone wanted to laugh in their hearts, they didn't dare to laugh out loud. After all, Hou Wenhua and Duan Yefeng's backgrounds were here, and their own family was no match for them at all.

Everyone held their breaths, and after about half a quarter of an hour, Lin Xiaoyao finally put down the pen in his hand, and another masterpiece that has been handed down through the ages finally appeared in the world of Daxia.

This time, Piaoxiang snatched the paper written by Lin Xiaoyao before Yu Zhilan, and immediately handed it to Zhao Ximeng respectfully.

Zhao Ximeng just shook his head with a wry smile, but he still naturally took the paper that Piaoxiang handed over. Although Yu Zhilan was the owner of the Poetry Appreciation Club, Zhao Ximeng was Lin Xiaoyao's official wife, and Zhao Ximeng's own status was different. She is extremely respected, and no one will say anything if she is the first to read the complete poem.

""Bai Xuege sends all the soldiers back to Beijing"?" Zhao Ximeng asked with some doubts. From the name of the poem, it is obviously a farewell poem. Is it really appropriate to put it here?

Lin Xiaoyao nodded indifferently. This poem was originally called "Bai Xuege Sending Judge Wu Returning to Beijing", which was written by Censhen in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The poems are magnificent and majestic. With it as the finale, naturally there will be no problem.

Zhao Xi dreamed that Lin Xiaoyao nodded, although she was puzzled, she didn't say anything, she looked down, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and her face was a little surprised.

"How about this poem, let me recite it, and let everyone appreciate it."

Zhao Ximeng didn't wait for everyone's response, and full of affection, he recited this famous poem through the ages, which was highly praised by later generations, for the first time in the land of Great Xia.

"The north wind blows the ground and the white grass folds, and Hu Tian flies snow in August.

Suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of trees and pear trees bloom. "

Just the first four sentences shocked everyone. The scenery outside the Great Wall, the majestic snow, jumped into the poem.Especially the sentence that comes suddenly like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of trees and thousands of pear trees bloom.The famous line of Yongxue that has always amazed future generations, at this moment, also makes everyone mesmerized and shocked.They are all outstanding figures in Xuefang Literary Academy, and their own literary attainments are not weak, so how can they not be aware of the value of this poem, which has been passed down through the ages!It is definitely famous through the ages!Even if the following verses are very ordinary, this one line alone is enough to save the whole poem!
But the things that shocked them were far from over. Zhao Ximeng just paused for a while, then continued to read, and finished the poem in one breath.

"Scattered into the bead curtain and the wet curtain, the fox fur is not warm, and the brocade quilt is thin.

The general's horn and bow cannot be controlled.The protective armor is cold and cold.

The vast sea ran out of ice, and the sad clouds were bleak.

The Chinese army bought wine and drinks for the guests, Huqin, Pipa and Qiangdi.

Mu Xue went down to the gate one after another, and the red flag remained frozen in the wind.

The east gate of Luntai sent you to go to Tianshan Road with snow.

You can't see you when you turn the mountain loop, and you stay where you are in the skies over the snow. "

quiet!
very quiet!

Very quiet!
Weird silence!

Except for the constant whistling of the wind outside, the surrounding world seemed to be still. There was no unnecessary sound at all. Even the sound of breathing was suppressed very low, for fear of disturbing this intoxicating poem. Wake yourself up and let yourself know that this is just a dream.

Seeing off outside the Great Wall, seeing off guests in the snow, and returning home, the infinite sorrow and lovesickness are vividly expressed in the poem, but although it is the time of farewell, it is not as sad as ordinary poetry, but it makes people feel that the wind and snow outside the Great Wall Became a farewell prelude.

The content is rich and broad, the colors are magnificent and romantic, the momentum is majestic, and the artistic conception is distinct and unique. In a short period of time, such a masterpiece can be produced, such a masterpiece of the ages!No matter who it is, they can't help admiring, they have to admire, the number one writer in the world, only the words number one in the world can be worthy of Lin Xiaoyao.

Three poems, written one after another, each poem is a masterpiece that can be recited through the ages. This is no longer a simple literature that everyone can describe. If everyone has to come up with a word to describe their feelings at this time, it is Miracles, miracles, miracles!This is not the person that should appear in the world at all!

Lin Xiaoyao's three poems finally convinced everyone. Even though Duan Yefeng hated Lin Xiaoyao in his heart, he had to admire Lin Xiaoyao's literary accomplishments even if compared to Yu Yunwen's. It may not be much worse.

Everyone looked at Lin Xiaoyao in awe, because they knew that starting today, Lin Xiaoyao's name would set off a storm in Bianliang, sweeping the entire literary circle, and sweeping across the country at an extremely fast speed , Lin Xiaoyao's name will definitely leave a distinctive mark in the history books!
"The face is done, it's time to go..."

Lin Xiaoyao gave Zhao Ximeng a wink, and then walked out alone. He is very tired today. This kind of tiredness is not the kind of tiredness in the body, but the tiredness in the heart.

Although on the surface it seemed that Lin Xiaoyao had done nothing, in fact he had been maintaining a high degree of nervousness ever since he arrived at the workshop. Every word he said and every step he took were deduced several times in his mind to determine I did it only after I didn't want to let anyone get me wrong and I didn't want to suffer a loss.

It seems to be strolling in the courtyard, but it is extremely dangerous.If you are not careful, the advantages you have created will disappear, and you will even fall into the abyss in an instant, and you will never be able to stand up again!Therefore, he had to be nervous and think too much.

Fortunately, through his careful calculation and the extremely stupid cooperation of Duan Yefeng and others, he finally came out on top.

Lin Xiaoyao walked out of Shangyue Pavilion, looked up at Bai Xue Piaofei, the tiredness in the depths of his eyes finally revealed...

(End of this chapter)