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“Well, wouldn’t it be nice to be such a perfunctory poem?” Get the reward in case it’s very lashing. What to do? ”

“A poem like silent night thinking about this rotten street makes me think…”

Liu Wenyu looked at the poem that had written two lines, and this game had always felt more real to him.

If this is the kind of poetry, then the reward will not be much better!

After a little thought, my eyes lit up, I erased the two lines I had written and started writing again.

If there is a ranking of the ancient poems he has learned, then the ones that give him the best feeling are those two!

One is…

Wenguo.

Everyone closed their eyes and quietly immersed themselves in the poetry, felt the meaning of the poetry, and operated their own poetry, and the magnificent righteousness of the manchu country was shining.

Suddenly, with a cry of surprise, people opened their eyes one after another and looked at the King Wen Scroll suspended in the air.

Just now, they didn’t feel the poetry, and they didn’t even show the poetry.

The sky returned to its original brightness again, and there was no more moonlight.

“Huh? Halfway through this poem, can we still erase it? Isn’t the Wenwang paper once it is written down, it will not be able to be re-written? ”

“This poet should not have a lot of king paper!” So, feeling dissatisfied, changed Zhang? ”

“Aaaah, the old man just touched the threshold of xianshi, why is it gone?” What about the following?! ”

“You see, this King of Literature scroll!”

One person looked at the Wen Wang scroll in the air in horror, and his hand couldn’t stop shivering.

In the air, huge. The two lines of poetry on the large King Wen scroll all disappeared, and they trembled violently.

Between the trembling, there were endless phoenix dragons and auspicious clouds flying out of the Wen Wang Scroll, and the sky was full of colorful light, incomparably gorgeous!

“This… It is the condition of the hymns! ”

“Hymns? It is recorded in the scrolls that whenever the hymn is born, countless auspicious clouds and birds are congratulated, and the earth shines! ”

“Blessed is heaven and my kingdom of literature!” There was a hymn! ”

“This hymn has not yet written a word, and there are such signs, it must be the best of the hymns!”

On the scroll of King Wen, which was spread for thousands of miles, handwriting began to appear, obviously bending and twisting, like a chicken pecking.

However, the words written out flashed with colorful brilliance, and the next second, they actually broke away from King Wen’s scroll and came to the space between heaven and earth!

“Rumble ——!”

In an instant, the sky seemed to be broken, and the water of the Tao Tao River descended, with a mighty momentum, like a thousand armies and horses rushing towards the Wen Kingdom.

With the earth-shattering momentum of the stone, everything that blocks the road in front of the river will be swept away by the river!

On the king of Wen’s scroll, a poem also appeared on it, and the sound of the great avenue sounded in the ears of everyone.

“If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from heaven and run to the sea and never return!”

Looking at the rushing river in front of you, the sound of drums beating in your ears is deafening!

A thick vastness spread throughout the limbs, and the body gradually stung!

The faces of the people changed in shock, and Qi Brush took a step back, looking at the river in front of them with ecstasy in their eyes.

As soon as the river shook, it was still rushing with momentum, and in the blink of an eye, it became a young man.

“Jun is gone, Gao Tang Mingjing’s sad white hair, towards the green silk twilight into snow!”

The sun rises warmly, and a long river of time flows around the young people.

Under the flow of the sun, the young people were full of green silk, and one by one they turned into white hair.

The sun disappeared, snow began to fall in the sky, and the snow fell endlessly, staining the faltering old man, who was always white.

For a moment, everyone looked at the transformation between the two, and it was obvious that just now it was still a magnificent river and a young man in the morning sun.

And the next second, it changed into a rickety old man, and there was a wave of sadness and indignation gushing out of his heart, and countless people sighed, and they were much older.

“Hey, what can you pursue in this life?” Just like two lines of poetry, what we get will eventually disappear, and we will die. ”

“Father, I think you are alive and have taught thousands of disciples, but after your death, how can anyone ever remember you?”

“Everything you do, no matter how vast and magnificent, will become, a rotten body. Corpses! ”

Wen Guo, all the grand righteousness is gone, filled with black qi, decadent meaning.

The mighty looked at everything in front of them and exhausted their strength to make all of them no longer indulge in poetry.

But, helplessly, he shook his head and sighed.

Are the hymns that they can reverse? Wenguo, poetry is everything!

Just when everyone was helpless, the Wenwang scroll in the air once again wrote a poem, which shocked everyone.

A huge light of magnificent righteous qi bloomed out, sweeping away all the black qi of Wen Guo!

A magnificent sound sounded, like a heaven-breaking blade!

“Life must be full of joy, do not make the golden bottle empty to the moon!”

“I am born to be useful, and I will come back when all the money is gone!”

At this moment, two lines of poetry flew out of the Wenwang scroll, surrounding the entire Wen Kingdom, and everyone was extremely firm in their hearts, and their faces were full of blood!

I can’t wait to scream and spit out the excitement in my heart!

On the wenwang scroll, the poem is written slowly, the poetry is tossed and turned, and the endless song sounds, beautiful and beautiful.

Dancers are singing and dancing, drinking and eating, and toasting and colliding.

The cheerful atmosphere of all this brings the crowd into it until, in the last sentence of the poem, appears.

“Five-flowered horses, thousands of gold coats… Sell with Er! ”

On the Wenwang scroll, all the words and poems that glowed in the air returned to the scroll and were quiet.

White paper, black words, as if everything just now was just an illusion, and the big dream was like waking up.

Only birds and auspicious clouds are left in the sky.

At the end of the poem, Wen Guo was quiet, and each of them looked at the end of King Wen’s scroll with bright eyes.

There, a word slowly emerged.

Saint.