Too Wild Swallowing Heaven

Murong Yi didn't reach out to pick up the poem, but looked at the servant girl.

Miss Yan hurried forward and rolled up the poem.

"This poem must be handed down for generations, how dare the little girl defile it, please take it back, Mr. Bai."

Murong Yi stood up and bowed slightly to express her apology.

This answer made Bai Zhi's face show a trace of disappointment, it seems that it will be difficult for him to get the first place in this level.

There are four levels in total, so don't worry, if you can't get the first place in poetry, there is still a chance for the next level.

Returning the poems to Bai Zhi, Miss Yan returned to the second floor and stood behind Murong Yi.

"Mr. Hua, you are the head of the four great talents. I am honored to meet you today. The little girl is very honored."

Murong Yi looked at Hua Chenye.

It should be the first time they met, Brilliance Ye seldom came to Ninghai City.

This time, I suddenly received a greeting card, and it was hard to refuse, so I rushed to the meeting.

He also wanted to know what the legendary peerless beauty really looked like, as the outside world said, just looking at her would make her life worthwhile.

"Miss Murong praised me too much!"

Brilliance Ye gave a wry smile.

"This is written by our Senior Brother Hua. I would like to ask Miss Murong to comment on it."

A Tianluogu disciple picked up the poem on the table, stretched out his hand and threw it, and the poem fell into the air and appeared in front of everyone.

No one spoke, and all eyes fell on the poem.

"The water of the cave lake is as clear as Shu and the mountains are green, and the Holy Lord loves day and night."

"Seeing the sad look of the moon in the palace, and hearing the heartbroken sound of the bell in the night rain."

"Turning back to Longyu, I hesitate to go here."

Murong Yi read it word by word. Now the atmosphere was gloomy, and a gust of autumn wind blew by, many people shrank their necks.

This poem is full of vicissitudes.

"Good poetry, really good poetry!"

Many people patted the table, and Bai Zhi's poem was not bad, but compared with Hua Chenye's poem, it was inferior.

Also with the theme of Dongyue Lake, the Holy Master loves day and night, which is too apt to describe.

How many people have admiration for Murong Yi.

The moonlight is sad, and the night rain hears the bell.

The sky is spinning but he hesitates, describing that he has admiration for Murong Yi, but he dare not go forward, he can only keep it in his heart.

There were bursts of qin sounds, and at some point, a Guqin was placed in front of Murong Yi.

Everyone's emotions are silent in the sound of the piano.

The song is over!

Only then did everyone come to their senses, not knowing what happened just now.

"Thank you Mr. Hua, this poem has improved my piano skills a bit."

Murong Yi left the guqin in a graceful manner, stood up and greeted Mr. Hua Nafu, thanking him for this poem.

"Clap clap clap..."

There were bursts of applause all around, Hua Chenye's poem conquered many people.

It can be seen from Murong Yi's expression that she likes this poem very much.

After discussing for 5 minutes, everyone remembered that the battle between Liu Wuxie and Yin Jingwu was not over yet, and only their poems had not been released yet.

The strange thing is that in the first round of poetry examinations, Qiu Baihao from Qinghongmen did not write. He is the last of the four great talents, and he is good at painting.

It's normal to give up this level voluntarily and preserve your strength.

"Senior Brother Yin, our goal is to win against Liu Wuxie, and we don't need to surpass Hua Chenye's poetry."

The brothers around him signaled to Yin Jingwu that there is no need to have psychological pressure.

It doesn't matter whether they take the first place or not, as long as they can win Liu Wuxie.

Yin Jingwu nodded, what they said was correct, as long as he defeated Liu Wuxie and got the ancient spirit bamboo shoots, he would be able to break through the infant transformation state.

Pick up the verse on the table and fly into the air.

"The autumn cold bathes Dongyue Lake, and the spring water cleanses and smoothes the skin."

"Looking back and smiling, Bai Meisheng is a natural beauty."

The seven-character quatrains are full of flirting.

The water in Dongyue Lake is described as clear, and the body can be washed with its water, and the skin is as thick as fat.

The last two sentences are blatantly flattering Murong Yi. I didn't expect Yin Jingwu's licking skills to be so powerful.

A proper licking dog!

It's not amazing, it can only be regarded as mediocre, it may be the relationship between Hua Chenye and Bai Zhi, their poems completely overwhelmed the limelight of others.

Everyone looked at Liu Wuxie, only he did not show his poems.

Murong Yi looked expectant.

From the action of writing just now, it aroused the resonance of heaven and earth, Liu Wuxie's poem is definitely a quatrain.

Liu Wuxie was not in a hurry, picked up the poems on the table, waved his hand lightly, and the paper flew into the air.

The verse is much longer than others, and I wrote a full eight lines.

"The lanterns and wine in the high hall are restored, and the night bell and the waning moon return to the sound of geese."

Murong Yi read softly.

The body was startled suddenly, looking around, the whole person petrified in place.

Isn't the painting boat at this moment just a high-rise pavilion, the lights and wine are back to green, and everyone is shocked that the sound of the dying bell is heard in the distance, it should be a dilapidated temple, and it has come to rest time.

A wave of wild geese flew over their heads, and it was already autumn, and these wild geese flew south.

The first two sentences clearly outlined the scene at the scene.

Although other people's verses also outline, most of them describe lakes or people.

Like Liu Wuxie, it is unbelievable to sum up the entire Dongyue Lake and even the surrounding temples. How does he know that the bell will ring soon.

The geese flapped their wings and disappeared over Dongyue Lake.

"Singing a bird is enough to find a mate, but there is no spring breeze to see you off."

Murong Yi continued to read.

The previous sentence described these people as birds courting on the boat, but this time it includes everyone.

Hua Chenye seemed to understand why Liu Wuxie's writing resonated with the world.

Because what he wrote was not poetry, but the Dao of heaven and earth, which naturally included people, things, things, and heaven and earth.

"Donghu Lake has thousands of miles of sand on the shore, and Baimajin is surrounded by willows facing the city."

The third paragraph describes Dongyue Lake. Although Dongyue Lake is not thousands of miles away, it stretches for hundreds of miles. It is surrounded by yellow sandy beaches. A group of white horses are walking by the river. The willows are blown by the breeze, overlapping with the scene in the poem again.

"Don't complain about parting from another country for a while, Zhijun welcomes you everywhere."

After reading the fourth paragraph, Shui Huan was stunned, and suddenly stood up, walking quickly towards Liu Wuxie.

"Brother Liu..."

Shui Huan choked up a little.

"Wonderful, really wonderful."

This paragraph describes that he saw the water illusion here, and Zhijun was always ingratiating him.

A brief separation, as long as each other misses each other in their hearts, sooner or later they will meet again.

Many people who mocked Liu Wuxie just now shut their mouths one after another. They thought they couldn't write such a good poem.

It sounds ordinary, but after careful recollection, every paragraph, every word, overlaps with everything that happened to them now.

"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, the north wind blows wild geese and snow!"

This paragraph describes the weather, wild geese go south, north wind howls, and heavy snow falls.

"Mochou has no confidant in the future, and no one in the world knows the king."

After reading this passage, Murong Yi suddenly covered her mouth with her little hand, and looked at Liu Wuxie in surprise.

"It's a good sentence that no one in the world knows you!"

Brilliance Ye suddenly roared.

These two lines were actually written for Liu Wuxie himself, which fit his current state of mind.

When I came to Ninghai City, I didn't even have a friend, let alone a confidant.

But after tonight, no one in the world knows you.

After tonight, Liu Wuxie's name will definitely be famous in Ninghai City.

Everyone was stunned, is this a poem he wrote?

Murong Yi's small mouth was slightly opened. She read a lot of books and thought she read all the books in the world, but tonight, it opened her eyes.

"Liu He Piao Xi pityed himself, one was away from Tianbao for dozens of days."

After Murong Yi finished reading, she felt sore. This paragraph describes Liu Wuxie's state of mind at the moment.

Self-pity and self-pity, no one understands his state of mind, and it has been several months since he parted from Tianbaozong.

No one spoke.

Liu Wuxie not only described the scene, but also described the old man, described his own situation, and expressed his state of mind.

There are so many stories in one poem.

"My husband should be rich and humble, and we meet today without money for wine."

After reading the last paragraph, Murong Yi's face flushed a little.

After drinking Murong Yi's wine tonight, I definitely can't pay for it.

The previous sentence, the real meaning, describes Liu Wuxie's current level is low, and sooner or later, he will soar into the sky.

Not a real husband, but it can be understood in this way, no wonder Murong Yi blushed.

The place was silent.

There is not a single sentence in Liu Wuxie's poems like Murong Yi's confession, but everyone felt that this poem moved Murong Yi.

"Good poetry, really good poetry!"

Many people cast admiring glances at Liu Wuxie. There are more than a thousand people, but not everyone is hostile to Liu Wuxie.

In the hearts of normal people, Liu Wuxie's poems, except Hua Chenye's, can compete with one or two, and other people's poems are not worthy of his shoes, and they are not at the same level at all.

Those who hated Liu Wuxie naturally sneered, thinking that Liu Wuxie's poem was not elegant.

The two sides insisted on their own opinions, and no one was willing to give in.

There are many disciples of the Qinghong Sect, plus the disciples of the Daqi Sect, and the princes of Ninghai City, all of them crusade against Liu Wuxie.

Murong Yi was the goddess in their hearts, how could Liu Wuxie, an outsider, get involved.

"I don't know anything about nonsense poems. In my opinion, Senior Brother Yin Jingwu won this battle of poems. Everyone agrees."

Jia Fengmao stood up and supported Yin Jingwu, thinking that what Liu Wuxie wrote was bullshit.

"That's right, this poem is full of words and words, how can senior brother Yin come here more directly."

Those who supported Yin Jingwu raised their hands high, collectively thinking that Liu Wuxie's poem was too bad.

And it's very different.

Only very few people choose to remain silent, they know very well that if this poem of Liu Wuxie is spread, it will be passed on forever.

There were too few people who supported Liu Wuxie, they were unwilling to take the risk of offending Qinghongmen to support Liu Wuxie, so they could only pretend they didn't hear it.

Which one is better or worse, everyone is not blind.

Are the people from Qinghongmen blind?

of course not!

They just don't want to admit it. Once they admit it, it means that Yin Jingwu will lose Yu Ruyi in his hand.

Everyone had to look at Murong Yi, and let her judge whose poems were better.

And at this moment, the verse floating in the air suddenly burst into flames.

No one has ever seen such a scene, how could a good poem burn by itself.

There is no aura fluctuation, no element excitation, it is completely ignited by itself.

"Look at it!"

There were bursts of exclamations from the painting boat, and the words written by Liu Wuxie flew out of the paper and floated in the air.

What's even more frightening is that these words start to arrange themselves, and I don't know which direction to develop.