Empress, don't make trouble, I'm really a gentleman

Ji Wuchen!Just yell!I'd like to see what you can write!It's time to make a fool of yourself, I see who is the loser!

Although angry, Ye Lingyun did not lose his mind.

He knew that as long as Ji Wuchen was forced to write poems, he would be more than half successful.

Ji Wuchen looked at him with disdain.

"At first, I thought, to save some face for you, and also for Haoran Academy, but unfortunately, the face is given to you, and you are useless."

He shook his head.

"Fu'an!"

"The slave is here."

Hearing the master calling his name, Fu An hurriedly stepped forward with a charming smile, waiting for orders.

Ji Wuchen said indifferently: "Go over, I will read a sentence, and you write a sentence."

Fu An didn't expect such an order, and the smile froze on his face.

Ji Wuchen frowned.

"what happened?"

Fu An wryly smiled and said: "Master, it's not that the slave is disobedient, it's really... that the slave doesn't write many words, this..."

As a Tiance Camp Xuanwu, Fu'an must have basic culture.

However, there are too many uncommon words for writing poetry, and Fu An really doesn't guarantee that he can write every word.

If he can't write it, or writes a wrong word, it's a minor matter for him to lose face. If he makes his master's face look bad, he deserves to die.

Ji Wuchen was in a hurry.

"Grandma, you are disobedient if you want you to study more, and now you have suffered from being uneducated? Fanfan, you go!"

Mu Baifan was looking at Fu An's distressed appearance, and he was sneering in his heart when he was caught off guard by the master, and the smile in his eyes disappeared without a trace.

Like Fu An, she was not sure.

But, if Ji Wuchen calls two people, neither of them can write... Then, wouldn't he lose face?

There was no other way, Mu Baifan had no choice but to bite the bullet and stepped forward, said yes respectfully, then walked to the wooden table, and picked up the pen.

"Huh? Who is this beautiful girl? Why does she seem to be very close to Ji Wuchen?"

Jing'er had been watching with great interest, and suddenly found something strange, and asked curiously.

Nangong Jing had noticed Mu Baifan a long time ago, but he kept silent.

"Handmaid."

Seeing Mu Baifan and Ji Wuchen getting close, she actually felt a little displeasure in her heart.

Isn't this guy incapable of getting close to women?
No, he has broken through to a martial arts master, damn it!Sure enough, men are like that. Dogs can't change eating shit. Once they have that ability, they will start doing bad things!

Nangong Jing gritted his teeth and thought.

She couldn't explain why she was so indignant.

Mu Baifan picked up the pen, feeling a little nervous.

Ye Lingyun looked at it coldly and sneered in his heart.

"Let a woman write the pen? Ji Wuchen, I really don't know whether to call you conceited or stupid! Do you think this will be a sensationalist?"

He 1 did not believe that what kind of waves Ji Wuchen could make.

As if seeing through Ye Lingyun's thoughts, Ji Wuchen raised his head and cast him a slight glance.

"Fanfan, start writing, the first sentence, the sun is at the end of the mountain."

Mu Baifan breathed a sigh of relief.

These words are simple.

She held the pen with her small white hand, and drew on the paper, a line of beautiful small characters emerged on the paper.

Her handwriting is actually not bad, of course, not to the level that can arouse Hao Ran's righteousness.

"The sun is at the end of the mountain...five character quatrains?"

Among the guests, some bowed their heads and savored carefully.

This sentence is just a simple description of the scenery, the words are simple, and when combined, there is a kind of majesty and atmosphere.

Ji Wuchen continued: "The Yellow River flows into the sea."

Mu Baifan wrote it down as he said.

In this world, there is also a majestic river called the Yellow River, so it is not awkward to write it down.

The guests nodded one after another.

These two lines of poems are bold and majestic, and they can be regarded as fine works when placed in landscape poems. Simple pen and ink can outline such a vivid and vast scene. It seems that Ji Wuchen's ability to compose poems is not low.

Ji Wuchen didn't care about their reaction, and continued: "I want to see far away."

This sentence aroused everyone's curiosity.

Obviously, the next sentence will be the crowning touch of the whole poem.

The quality of this stroke is very important, which determines whether this poem is a masterpiece or a masterpiece.

Ji Wuchen intentionally waited for a moment, and seeing everyone's eyes were on him, he said word by word: "Go to a higher level!"

So far, the whole poem ends.

By the day of the mountain,
The Yellow River flows into the sea.

Clairvoyant greed,
Take it to the next level.

For a moment, the entire hall was silent.

What style!How proud!How wild and boundless?

While the guests were shocked, Mu Baifan also made the last stroke.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

This poem is so simple, without a single uncommon word.

However, if the poem is too simple, will the quality be poor?
Fortunately, she raised her head and saw the stunned look of everyone.

What, what's wrong?
After Ji Wuchen finished reading, without looking at other people's reactions, he raised his wine glass and took another big sip.

In an instant, the situation changed.

The sky suddenly became gloomy, and endless gusts of wind surged.

Strong power came from the rice paper, and the endless righteousness was suddenly released!
"boom!"

In the sky, there was a thunderous explosion, which startled the birds into flight.

There is thunder in the sky, but no rain.

Vast coercion descended from the sky. This was the real power of heaven. No one dared to raise their heads. They could only lower their heads in horror.

In addition to Mu Baifan who was bewildered, there was also Ji Wuchen who was drinking.

"Heaven... the vision of heaven and earth? This is, this is! This poem, this poem is a masterpiece that reaches the world!"

The discerning guest recognized what was happening and stuttered nervously.

Ye Lingyun's face was pale and he collapsed on the ground.

Reach the world!
This is the dream that all Confucian scholars pursued all their lives, and it happened before his eyes?

This is impossible!No one would be Ji Wuchen reaching this height!

He felt something shatter in his heart, and suddenly his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

The vision of heaven and earth is not over yet. After the thunder, more thunder follows.

The thunder and lightning in the dark clouds were like pythons, writhing crazily, and the brilliant heavenly power seemed to destroy the world, which alarmed the entire capital.

Suddenly, a colorful glow tore through the thundercloud and projected out, like a ladder to the sky, piercing through the roof of the Grand Master's Mansion, and shining directly on the rice paper on which the poem was written.

Mu Baifan was stunned, not understanding what happened.

Under the colorful rays of light, she could only feel the zhenqi in her body running wildly, growing continuously, and quickly becoming solid again.

A little enlightenment appeared in her mind, and in the next moment, her momentum rose step by step, growing to an unprecedented level at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Martial arts master!She became a martial arts master!

She remained dazed until she made the breakthrough.

Me, how did I break through?
At the same time, the boundless awe-inspiring righteousness turned into a torrent, turned into a holy golden light, using rice paper as the source, and headed towards the scholars all over the world.

"The sun is at the end of the mountain...the Yellow River flows into the sea..."

Word by word, at this moment, scholars all over the world raised their heads in horror and heard this poem.

This is reaching the world.