Too Wild Swallowing Heaven

How could Liu Wuxie refuse to accept the treasures delivered to her door.

This jade ruyi is not an ordinary spiritual essence, it is limited to the degree of being close to a spirit, and ordinary people can't see it. Liu Wuxie has the ghost pupil technique, which can easily pierce the inner condition of yu ruyi.

It’s true that the outer surface is the spirit marrow. In its core area, there is a dark green spot of light, about the size of a mung bean. This is the elf.

Essence is not uncommon, but elves are very rare.

Its quality is still higher than the best spirit essence, this Yin Jingwu doesn't know where he got it, and he probably doesn't know the value of this spirit essence, so he took it out for gambling.

If it can break the surface and absorb the elves inside, the effect will not be inferior to that of the ancient spirit bamboo shoots.

"Liu Wuxie, obediently hand over the ancient spirit bamboo shoots. You don't know that Senior Brother Yin also has a nickname, Xiaoshixian."

Many Qinghongmen disciples boasted that Liu Wuxie would definitely lose in this match.

There are not many people present who can beat Yin Jingwu, at least not like Liu Wuxie.

Everyone's appetite was lifted. Originally, many people were not very interested in poems and songs. If some people competed for poems, the effect would be different.

The people around Yin Jingwu automatically formed a circle to prevent the poems they wrote from being leaked out.

"Brother Hua, don't you want to write!"

On the Tianluo Valley side, only Brilliance Ye is the most likely to get No.1.

The other disciples basically joined in the fun, and the poems they wrote probably wouldn't make it to the stage.

"Not urgent!"

Hua Chenye smiled slightly and closed his eyes, not daring to disturb anyone.

"Brother Bai Zhi, you must get No.1 and take off Murong Yi's veil with your own hands. It's best if you can get her."

There was a lewd laugh from the Xiexin Hall.

At present, the most vocal people are Hua Chenye, Bai Zhi, and Qiu Baihao from Qinghongmen, not Yin Jingwu.

As the minutes passed, most people began to write.

"My fair lady, a gentleman is good...good poetry, good poetry..."

"You can't see the king when you turn around the mountain circuit, and you can stay on the horse in the snow... Good poem, really good poem!"

Those Tianjiao who wrote well showed their poems in front of everyone one after another.

"I also ask Miss Murong to give some pointers!"

A Qinghongmen disciple stood up, picked up the poem in his hand, and asked Murong Yi to comment.

A large number of eyes looked over there, it was no secret that Murong Yi was proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"May I be like a wolf and king like a fox, with a bright and white head every night..."

The people around read out the poem, which immediately caused a roar of laughter.

This is a poem that expresses my heart!

Openly showing love to Murong Yi, it was still in front of so many people.

"Peng Li, this poem is so well written, what a great poem!"

Many people blatantly teased Murong Yi in a joking tone, but he was still No.1.

May I be like a wolf and king like a tiger, meaning that I will become a wild wolf, and Murong Yi will be a silver fox.

Murong Yi frowned slightly, this kind of verse sounded okay, but it was full of obscenity.

Everyone's eyes fell on Murong Yi's face, to see how she commented.

"Mr. Peng's verses rhyme very much. If I replace them with 'May I be like a star king like a moon, and the night and night stream be bright and clean', I think the poetic meaning will be more appropriate."

Murong Yi deliberately said that his poems rhyme, not that the poems are very good.

These are two concepts. Rhyming words can not express the meaning, as long as the rhyme is right.

A good poem not only has to rhyme, but also has to match the meaning of the words to be considered good.

Everyone was stunned. They didn't expect Murong Yi to simply modify a few words, whether it was words or meanings, it would be upgraded several levels and become more elegant.

The stars accompany the moon, and the stream of light is bright and clean every night, isn't it exactly the situation.

The big moon in the sky illuminates the entire Dongyue Lake, and the stars are dotted, forming a scene of stars and moon.

"Good poetry, Miss Murong's pointers are great!"

There was warm applause all around, and Peng Li's poems were gradually forgotten. Compared with Murong Yi's revised poems, his poems are simply not smelly.

After that, many people asked Murong Yi to point out the poems, and every time they pointed out the problem.

This made everyone's attitude towards Murong Yi more respectful.

Liu Wuxie was also secretly surprised, she really is a strange woman.

Not only is she proficient in the Sutra of Bliss Music, but she also knows how to read minds, and is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. This kind of woman is rare.

Most of them are soy saucers, and the poems they write are really unsightly.

Everyone's eyes gradually fell on Yin Jingwu. There was still a battle between him and Liu Wuxie.

Bai Zhi from Xiexin Palace just started writing, and the others have already finished writing.

Brilliance Ye of Tianluo Valley opened his eyes fiercely, holding a pen in his hand, swaying freely, each and every beautiful font, like a sword swaying, leapt on the paper.

After finishing writing, he let out a sharp breath.

All in one go!

Every word is like flying dragons and phoenixes.

"Good word!"

The surrounding Tianluo Valley disciples applauded one after another. It is not appropriate to disclose the poems for the time being. They will be published after other people have finished writing them.

Bai Zhi's pen wandered around, every word fell down, and the paper made a rustling sound.

Yin Jingwu also wrote almost the same, these people are the absolute best, the most hopeful to get No.1.

Only Liu Wuxie, looking at the lake leisurely, was not thinking about writing poems.

"It's raining!"

I don't know who said something, the sky began to drizzle, matching this situation, it was like a poetic and picturesque scene.

Bai Zhi suddenly picked up the pen, and revised a few more strokes on the original lines, probably because of temporary impressions.

"Liu Wuxie, we've finished writing, why are you dawdling!"

Everyone was a little impatient, Liu Wuxie hadn't started writing, and everyone was waiting for him.

Only then did he retract his gaze, and his gaze fell on the white paper on the table.

Instead of picking up the pen, it grinds lightly.

A good inkstone, after grinding, black liquid appears in the middle of the inkstone.

After finishing everything, Liu Wuxie picked up the brush.

No one cared what Liu Wuxie wrote, they just urged him to finish it quickly.

From everyone's point of view, Liu Wuxie is doomed today.

Because they have all read Yin Jingwu's poems, which are very wonderful, and it is not easy to win him.

There was only one person who kept silently watching Liu Wuxie, and that was Murong Yi.

The beautiful eyes moved with Liu Wuxie's wrist.

Every word is vigorous and powerful. When the stroke of the brush strokes the paper, there is a faint impact sound.

Like a pen flying a dragon and a snake, every word is like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, this is the real iron painting silver hook.

The technique is smooth and smooth, without any sloppiness, and every word seems to have been tempered thousands of times in the mind.

At the beginning, no one cared, everyone's eyes were mostly on Murong Yi, admiring her peerless beauty.

Although it is covered by a light veil, it does not hinder everyone from watching.

Seeing that she had been silently watching Liu Wuxie, everyone turned their attention to Liu Wuxie.

"Exquisite brushwork!"

It's not clear what Liu Wuxie wrote, but his technique is eye-catching.

Every stroke fell, as if it was natural.

"Look around him!"

Someone let out an exclamation.

Around Liu Wuxie, gusts of air flow formed, like characters one by one, floating above Liu Wuxie's head, constantly circling.

I can't tell what these words are, because they are constantly changing forms.

"The dragon and snake are flying, and he actually interprets the vision of heaven and earth!"

Brilliance Ye let out a low cry, this is the highest state of poetry.

When writing poetry, the highest state resonates with heaven and earth.

It's incredible that Liu Wuxie did it.

Those people who mocked Liu Wuxie just now all closed their mouths, as if they had eaten a rotten duck egg.

The taste is self-evident.

There was a gleam of light in Murong Yi's eyes.

"This is impossible, is there a mistake? Seeing that he is less than 20 years old, how could he possibly resonate with the world."

Many people are not convinced, thinking this is just a coincidence.

A good handwriting needs years of continuous tempering, not overnight.

This is the same as practicing martial arts.

No one can master an extremely superb martial arts in one day.

The same goes for calligraphy.

"Maybe he got shit luck!"

I have to admit that when Liu Wuxie wrote, he was definitely like a master of a generation, and he was silent in his own world.

The expression on his face was no longer youthful, but solemn, like a mature and prudent elder.

When the last word fell, the airflow surrounding Liu Wuxie instantly turned into mist and disappeared without a trace.

Liu Wuxie didn't realize it, and gently put down his brush, and his poem was finished.

Most people's poems are already known, and they have been commented by Murong Yi.

There are only a few people left, and they have not yet been announced.

"Miss Murong, please give me some pointers!"

Bai Zhi stood up, picked up the poem on the table, stretched out his hand and threw it, floating in the air.

Thousands of meters apart, you can see clearly with your spiritual sense.

Those people on the shore did not leave for a long time, and they gathered more and more.

"Your question is that there is no date for returning, and the moon and night rain fill the autumn pool. Why cut the candles in the west window together, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan!"

The people around read it word for word.

The sound was loud and spread to every corner of the boat.

"Good poetry, really good poetry!"

Whether it is a boat or the Dongting Lake, everyone is admiring this poem.

Whether it is people or scenery, the description is very appropriate.

Especially the first sentence implicitly asked Murong Yi when the two would meet again, the second sentence was about Dongyue Lake, and the sky began to drizzle again.

It is autumn at this moment, and the lake water rises, which just confirms that the cave moon night rain rises the autumn pond.

The third sentence is even more clear, why cut the candles in the west window together, this is the meaning of double break and double fly.

The last sentence rhymes, enjoy the scenery and rain together.

Most of the verses tonight are basically like Murong Yi's confession.

With such a peerless beauty, plus the mysterious Yipinxuan, whoever can marry her would be able to sit on an equal footing with the top ten sects.

No wonder so many flock to it.

Yipinxuan has a strong background, and Murong Yi is the owner of Yipinxuan. With his stunning appearance, no one can resist.

"Bai Gongzi is indeed one of the four great talents in Ninghai City. His writing is very good!" Murong Yi praised repeatedly. Compared with others, at least his writing is not very explicit.

"It is my honor to be able to enter Miss Murong's eyes!"

Bai Zhi bent down slightly, and the poem floating in the void landed on Murong Yi's table.

If you accept it, it means accepting his love.