How could Liu Wuxie not accept the treasure that was delivered to her door?
This jade Ruyi is not an ordinary spiritual marrow. It is infinitely close to the spirit essence. Ordinary people cannot tell that Liu Wuxie has the ghost pupil technique, which can easily pierce the internal conditions of the jade Ruyi.
The outer surface is indeed the spirit marrow. In its core area, there is a dark green light spot, about the size of a mung bean. This is the spirit essence.
Spirit marrow is not uncommon, but spirits are very rare.
Its quality is still higher than the best spiritual essence. I don't know where this Yin Jingwu got it from. He probably doesn't know the value of this spiritual essence, so he took it out for gambling.
If you can break the surface and absorb the spirits inside, the effect will not be inferior to the ancient spirit bamboo shoots.
"Liu Wuxie, please obediently hand over the ancient spirit bamboo shoots. You still don't know that our senior brother Yin also has a nickname, he is known as Xiao Shixian."
Many Qinghong Sect disciples were flattering, saying that Liu Wuxie would definitely lose in this battle.
There are not many people here who can beat Yin Jingwu, at least not Liu Wuxie.
Everyone's appetite was whetted. Originally, many people were not very interested in poetry and poetry, but when someone competed for poetry, the effect was different.
Those around Yin Jingwu automatically formed a circle to prevent the poems he wrote from being leaked.
"Senior Brother Hua, why don't you start writing!"
Over at Tianluo Valley, Hua Chenye was the most promising to win the first place.
The other disciples were basically just joining in the fun, and the poems they wrote probably wouldn't make it onto the stage.
"Not urgent!"
Hua Chenye smiled slightly, closed his eyes, and no one dared to disturb him.
"Senior Brother Bai Zhi, you must get the first place and take off Murong Yi's veil with your own hands. It's best to get her."
There was a burst of lewd laughter from the Xiexin Palace.
The people with the highest voices currently are Hua Chenye, Bai Zhi, and Qiu Baihao from the Qinghong Sect, not Yin Jingwu.
As time passed, most people began to write.
"My fair lady, a gentleman is so kind...good poetry, good poetry..."
"You can't be seen on the winding road in the mountains, but there is a trail of horses in the sky above the snow... What a poem, what a poem!"
Those talented people who had written poems showed them to everyone one after another.
"Please ask Miss Murong for some advice!"
A Qinghong Sect disciple stood up, picked up the poem in his hand, and asked Murong Yi to comment.
A lot of eyes were looking over there. It was no secret that Murong Yi was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
"May I be like a wolf and a fox, and may my head shine every night..."
The people around him read out the verses, which immediately sparked a roar of laughter.
This is a poem that expresses one’s feelings!
He openly expressed his love to Murong Yi in front of so many people.
"Peng Li, this poem is so well written, what a poem!"
Many people openly teased Murong Yi in a joking tone, but he was the first one.
I wish I could be like a wolf king and a tiger, meaning that I would turn into a wild wolf, and Murong Yi would be a silver fox. The wild wolf and the silver fox would make each other look white every night, and I could also understand the singing and singing every night.
Murong Yi frowned slightly. This kind of poem sounded fine, but it was filled with an obscene atmosphere.
Everyone's eyes fell on Murong Yi's face to see how she would comment.
"Mr. Peng's poems rhyme very much. If you replace them with 'May I be like the stars and the moon, and the light shines brightly every night,' I think the poetic meaning will be more appropriate."
Murong Yi deliberately said that his poems rhymed rather than that his poems were very good.
These are two concepts. Rhyming does not have to express the meaning of the words, as long as the rhyme matches.
A good poem must not only rhyme, but also match the meaning of the words.
Everyone was stunned. They didn't expect that Murong Yi simply changed a few words, whether it was the word or the meaning, it would be upgraded several levels and become more elegant.
The stars accompany the moon, and the light shines brightly every night. Isn't this the scene?
The big moon in the sky shines on the entire Dongyue Lake, and the stars are dotted, forming a scene of stars accompanying the moon.
"What a poem. Miss Murong's guidance is so good!"
There was warm applause all around, and Peng Li's poem was gradually forgotten. Compared to Murong Yi's revised poem, his poem simply stunk.
Afterwards, many people asked Murong Yi to point out poems, and every time they pointed out the problem to the point.
Everyone's attitude toward Murong Yi became even more respectful.
Liu Wuxie was also secretly surprised, she was really a strange woman.
Not only is she proficient in the Paradise Sutra, but she also knows how to read minds, and is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. This kind of woman is rare.
Most of them are just soy sauce, and the poems they write are really unsightly.
Everyone's eyes gradually fell on Yin Jingwu. There was still a poetry fight between him and Liu Wuxie.
Bai Zhi from Xiexin Palace just started writing, while others had already finished writing.
Hua Chenye from Tianluo Valley opened his eyes fiercely, holding a pen in his hand and swiping it freely. Each beautiful font appeared on the paper like a sword taking a wrong turn.
After finishing writing, I let out a sharp breath.
Done in one go!
Every word is like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing.
"Good words!"
The surrounding Tianluo Valley disciples applauded, and it was not appropriate to leak the poem for the time being. It would be published after others had finished writing it.
Bai Zhi's pen moves like a dragon, and with every word he writes, the paper makes a rustling sound.
Yin Jingwu has almost finished writing. These people are all absolute leaders and have the best chance of winning first place.
Only Liu Wuxie looked at the lake leisurely, his mind not on writing poetry.
"It's raining!"
I don't know who said something, and a drizzle began to fall in the sky. Matching the situation and the scene, it seemed poetic and picturesque.
Bai Zhi suddenly picked up the pen and revised a few more strokes on the original verses, probably based on temporary impressions.
"Liu Wuxie, we've finished writing, why are you still dawdling!"
Everyone was a little impatient. Liu Wuxie hadn't started writing yet. Everyone was waiting for him.
Then he looked away and his eyes fell on the white paper on the table.
I didn't pick up the pen, but lightly polished it.
After grinding a good inkstone, black liquid will appear in the middle of the inkstone.
After doing everything, Liu Wuxie picked up the pen.
No one cared about what Liu Wuxie wrote, they just urged him to finish it quickly.
In everyone's eyes, Liu Wuxie was destined to lose today.
Because they have all read Yin Jingwu's poems, which are very wonderful, and it is not easy to win against him.
There was only one person who kept looking at Liu Wuxie silently, and that was Murong Yi.
The beautiful eyes moved with Liu Wuxie's wrist.
Every word is vigorous and powerful. When the pen strokes across the paper, there is a faint impact sound. The force penetrates the back of the paper. If it is heavier, the paper will break. If it is lighter, it will not reach the wood.
It's like the pen moves like a dragon and a snake, and every word is like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing. This is the real iron painting and silver hook.
The technique is smooth and smooth, without any sloppiness. Every word seems to have been refined thousands of times in the mind.
At first, no one paid attention. Most of everyone's eyes were on Murong Yi, admiring her peerless appearance.
Although the face is covered by gauze, it does not prevent everyone from watching.
Realizing that she had been watching Liu Wuxie silently, everyone turned their attention to Liu Wuxie.
"What an exquisite brushwork!"
It's not clear what Liu Wuxie wrote, but his technique is eye-catching.
Every stroke is made as if it were made by nature.
"Look around him!"
Someone let out an exclamation.
Around Liu Wuxie, streams of air formed, like letters, floating above Liu Wuxie's head, constantly circling.
I can't tell what these words are, because they are constantly changing shapes.
"Dragon and snake are flying, and he actually interprets the vision of heaven and earth!"
Hua Chenye let out a low cry, this is the highest state of poetry.
When writing poetry, the highest state resonates with heaven and earth.
Liu Wuxie actually did it, it was simply unbelievable.
Those who had just mocked Liu Wuxie shut their mouths one after another, as if they had eaten a rotten duck egg.
The taste is self-evident.
Murong Yi's eyes radiated a gleam of light.
"This is impossible. Is there a mistake? He is less than twenty years old. How can he resonate with the world?"
Many people are unconvinced and think this is just a coincidence.
Good calligraphy requires continuous practice over many years, rather than being accomplished 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 just got lucky!"
I have to admit that when Liu Wuxie wrote, he definitely had the style of a master, and he was completely silent in his own world.
The expression on his face is no longer youthful, but has a solemn look, like a mature and prudent elder.
When the last word fell, the air currents surrounding Liu Wuxie instantly turned into mist and disappeared without a trace.
Liu Wuxie didn't realize it. He gently put down his pen and finished writing his poem.
Most of the poems are already known and have been commented on by Murong Yi.
There are only a few people left who have not yet been announced.
"Miss Murong, please give me some advice!"
Bai Zhi stood up, picked up the poem on the table, stretched out his hand and threw it, floating in the air.
Even though they are thousands of meters apart, they can be seen clearly using their spiritual consciousness.
Those people on the shore have not left for a long time, and more and more people are gathering together.
"You asked about the return date, but the moonlit night in the cave swelled the autumn pond. Why should we cut the candles from the west window together, but say that it rains at night in Bashan!"
The people around me read it word for word.
The sound was so loud that it spread to every corner of the boat.
"What a poem, what a poem!"
Whether on the boat or by the Dongting Lake, everyone is praising this poem.
Whether it is the people or the scenery, the description is very appropriate.
Especially the first sentence, which implicitly asks Murong Yi when the two can meet, and the second sentence uses Dongyue Lake as the theme, and it starts to drizzle again.
It is autumn at this moment, and the lake water is rising, which just proves that the rain in the cave moon night swells the autumn pond.
The third sentence makes it even clearer. Why should we cut the candles from the west window together? This is the meaning of two days off and two flights.
The last sentence rhymes, let’s enjoy the scenery and the rain together.
Most of tonight's poems are basically like Murong Qi's expression.
Whoever can marry such a peerless beauty, coupled with the mysterious Yipinxuan, will be on an equal footing with the ten major sects.
No wonder so many people flock to it.
Yipinxuan has a strong background, and Murong Yi is the master of Yipinxuan. With her stunning appearance, no one can resist her.
"Master Bai is indeed one of the four great talents in Ninghai City, and 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 fell on Murong Yi's table.
If you accept it, it means accepting his love.
