"Huh? It's actually tangible culture!" Leng Hanbing was slightly stunned on the empty boat.
In the past, Chen Luo always overflowed with literary spirit when he wrote poems, but don't think that this is the normal state of writing poetry. Often, one inch of literary style is already a witty line, and three inches of literary style is a beautiful article.
The people from the demon race who came to participate in the poetry meeting this time were obviously not just ordinary people. As soon as the topic was finished, the entire lake was filled with culture. This kind of scene is often a scene that only appears in Gongyuan during the human race's imperial examination.
But at this moment, a tangible piece of literature actually rose from the lake, instantly attracting Leng Hanbing's attention.
Leng Hanbing waved his hand, and the poem Chen Luo had just written was projected onto the empty boat.
"The flowering period is lost every year. When spring comes, I can only arrange my sorrow to send the spring back." The chill on Leng Hanbing's face slowly dissipated, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Plum blossoms in the snow, pear blossoms in the moon, spring comes and goes away without realizing it." Know."
"This is a poem about spring. It's not bad."
The bluebird woman read this poem in her mouth, nodded and said: "The meaning of sighing for spring is mostly to lament the falling flowers in the flowing water. The most outstanding one is the poem by the Human Race Ci Emperor, 'The flowers in the forest withered the spring red, it was too hasty.' Thinking about this little guy's unique intention and letting him sigh for spring, he really sighed for 'spring' instead of sighing for the red willows and green willows in spring."
"This is the clever point." Old Man Shu also said, "Rather than sighing for spring, it is better to say cherishing spring. I lament that I have been unable to bloom every year, especially the last sentence, 'Since spring has come, I don't know it.' It can make me feel emotional."
"Life is always like this. You don't know how good it is when you come, but you only know how precious it is when you lose it."
Leng Hanbing nodded: "When reading this poem, I feel like Li Yishan's sigh that 'this feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss at that time', and also 'there are flowers that can be broken and they must be broken, but don't wait until there are no flowers and empty branches.'" Admonition.”
"Who is the author? Is it human or demon?"
The bluebird woman smiled slightly, stretched out her hand in the void, and Chen Luo's projection suddenly appeared.
"Huh? He is a young man, not the young man who is transformed into an old immortal, he is really young." The Blue Bird woman looked at Chen Luo's appearance, waved her hand, and Master He immediately landed on the empty boat.
"Who is this person?" The Bluebird woman asked Mr. He.
Master He glanced at it and said with a smile: "Back to Madam, this person's name is Bai Mo, from the demon clan!"
"Monster?" Leng Hanbing's eyes widened, "Is he a demon?"
Master He apologized and said with a smile: "But he is not an ordinary demon clan. Please let me be a slave."
Leng Hanbing glared at Master He, then looked at Chen Luo's projection, and coldly snorted: "Since it's not a human race, I don't care. It's just poetry, who can compare with our Chen Wuhou."
Master He finally suppressed his laughter, pointed downwards and said: "Three of you, half of the stele fish has been swallowed."
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Around the giant turtle, the fish swarm visibly dispersed a lot. Although the person holding the scales could control the direction of the carp the moment they got the scales, they could not escape the swallowing of the powerful carp in the surrounding Wenhua.
However, the poetry meeting had just begun, and the strong men had not started fighting among themselves, so they all deliberately avoided it. Speaking of which, this is also the tradition of the demon clan. The strong can fight each other to death, but before fighting, the weak must be eliminated first.
Otherwise, the tiger would be seriously injured and killed the lion, and eventually a hyena would take advantage of it. This is a shame that the demon clan cannot tolerate.
After Chen Luo finished writing his first poem, he obviously became a strong one among the fish. The other demon clans were busy controlling the stele fish to stay away from Chen Luo, but Chen Luo naturally followed the locals and controlled the Wenhua carp to devour it.
Hmm...snake déjà vu.
However, the other demon clans formed a team after all, and Wenhua won by quantity. Gradually, the number of small fish at the bottom decreased, and it was obvious that a new round of fighting was about to begin again.
Chen Luo also felt that the swallowing ability of the carp he controlled had reached its limit, and he began to prepare his second poem.
Chen Luo thought about the topic for a while and wrote on the fish scales again.
But this time, someone had already paid attention to Chen Luo's actions. The poem that Chen Luo had just written fell into the eyes of many demon clans almost at the same time——
Pluck the flower branches, hate the flower branches, and prepare for the flowers to bloom and people to share them. When the flowers bloom, people will leave.
I'm afraid of lovesickness, I'm already lovesick, but when it's my turn to miss lovesickness, I have no words to say, and there is a hint of love between my eyebrows.
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"How wonderful!" Mrs. Blue Bird sighed on the empty boat, "What a flower branch to write about lovesickness, from the flower branch to the lovesickness, why? Because the flowers bloom when people leave. I am obviously afraid of lovesickness after people leave, but it has already harmed me. Lovesickness. But the person is no longer here, no one can talk about it, only a trace of sadness can be seen on the brow. "
Mrs. Jade Bird tilted her head and looked at Leng Hanbing: "Leng Daru, how does this poem compare to Chen Wuhou's Lovesickness?"
Leng Hanbing was silent for a moment and nodded: "It's not as good as Chen Wuhou's sentence, 'You can only be lovesick if you don't miss lovesickness in your life, and it hurts lovesickness', but it's not far behind. Especially in the part where you're afraid of lovesickness but you already miss lovesickness, it's hard to describe. Only the eyebrows are exposed, which has the charm of the King of the West: "There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so he lowers his brows and brings it to his heart." Even among the human race, this word is regarded as a good hymn."
Mr. Shu chuckled: "Interesting little guy, after writing about sighing for spring, he also wrote about lovesickness. I wonder if he will write about my return to the mountain!"
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The three masters chatted in the empty boat, and the island became lively.
There were two consecutive poems, all of which were filled with literary flourishes. The literary stele fish belonging to Chen Luo seemed to be predatory like a demon king, and everyone had to re-examine Chen Luo.
"Is that a human race? Could it be Chen Luo pretending to be one?"
"In one stick of incense, I want all the news about him."
For a time, orders were passed on.
At this time, She Xiangxiang looked at Chen Luo from a distance, with her legs together, her left foot on the right and her right foot on the left. The spring on her face was about to turn to water.
"My little husband, you...why do you bully me like this?"
"Forget about being so sweet, and being so good at writing lyrics, I...I can't stand it anymore."
The maid on the side reminded: "Young master, let's write quickly..." Before she finished speaking, She Xiangxiang suddenly turned around and stared at the maid with murderous eyes, "Are you disturbing me?"
The maid hurriedly knelt down with a look of fear on her face: "I don't dare, I don't dare!"
She Xiangxiang withdrew her eyes and was about to look at Chen Luo when her face suddenly changed and she quickly shouted: "Bai Lang, be careful!"
It was not only She Xiangxiang who shouted "be careful" at the same time, but also Bai Qingqing.
At this time, outside the island, there was a Manhua carp that continuously swallowed three or four Manhua stele fish of about the same size as it. The Wenhua aura in its body surged, and it had already overwhelmed Chen Luo's stele fish, which was now heading towards Chen Luo. The origin of the stele fish.
When Chen Luo heard the reminders from the two beauties, he was nervous and concerned, his heart moved slightly, and he looked towards Jin Chen.
The stele fish that rushed towards him was Jin Chen's Wenhua stele fish. When Jin Chen looked at Chen Luo, he showed an unruly smile and mouthed to Chen Luo: Go to hell!
Chen Luo frowned. At this time, the Wenhua Stele Fish was only a dozen feet away from him. It could reach him almost in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, a Wenhua Stele Fish appeared from the side and knocked away Jin Chen's Stele Fish, giving Chen Luo Gained a little time.
"She Xiangxiang!" Jin Chen roared!
"Bai Lang, write a poem quickly, I can't stop it for long!" She Xiangxiang's voice reached Chen Luo's ears.
Chen Luo turned his head and looked at She Xiangxiang. She Xiangxiang rarely looked at him, but was concentrating on controlling his Wenhua Monument Fish.
Chen Luo recorded this feeling of helping him in his heart, picked up the pen, and a poem appeared in his mind, and he wrote -
The steps are covered with red moss and green branches. The sound of swan geese is loud, the sound of swan geese is sad.
They separated after a short period of intercourse. Autumn wild geese fly alone, autumn wild geese roost alone.
How long will I miss you after we say goodbye? It’s hard to know what will happen next, and it’s hard to predict what will happen next.
How can this feeling express lovesickness? A love word, a love poem.
As soon as Chen Luo started writing, the aura of Wenhua suddenly seemed to turn into a swan goose, flying across the water. At the same time, the entire lake seemed to be filled with the sounds of countless swan geese.
"Heaven and earth resonate!" All the demon tribes stopped writing and stared blankly at the Wenhua geese spreading their wings on the water.
It’s not like the Yao clan has never written articles about Wenhua condensed objects, but they are just flowers, plants and trees, and small frogs and other small animals can reach the sky. This is the first time I have seen such a huge Wenhua swan.
In fact, in terms of literary talent, it would not create such a strange phenomenon, but first of all, this place is the hometown of Hongyan. The original words are "Du Yu" and "Cai Feng", both of which involve allusions, so Chen Luo changed them to "Hongyan" and "Cai Feng". "Autumn Wild Geese", but this change touched the life aura of the Hongyan clan stranded here.
Almost instantly, countless light points flew from all directions and merged into the Wenhua geese.
The Wenhua geese flew across the water and pecked Jin Chen's Wenhua stele fish hard.
The Wenhua Monument Fish, which was extremely ferocious before, is gone!
At this time, Wenhua Hongyan did not seem to be relieved, but flapped its wings again and flew towards Jin Chen, seemingly with great hatred. Jin Chen looked at the flying Wenhua swans with cold eyes and said disdainfully: "When my Dapeng clan could destroy your clan, would I still care about you, the incarnation of Wenhua?"
After saying that, Jin Chen made a knife-shaped hand and slashed down, emitting a demonic sword light. Seeing that the sword light was about to strike at the swan goose, a fist suddenly flew out and missed the trajectory of the sword light. The sword light rubbed against the swan goose's wings and flew out.
Jin Chen turned around in anger and saw Chen Luo showing the appearance of punching. Chen Luo blew his fist and said, "That's my Wenhua Hongyan. You want to kill it?"
Jin Chen's eyes flashed with golden light: "That's fine, I would like to experience your power directly."
Chen Luo sneered: "I'm happy to accompany you!" As he said that, he was about to mobilize his true intention of martial arts. At this time, a huge coercion fell and enveloped Chen Luo and Jin Chen.
Master He's voice sounded: "The Lord has decreed that all fighting is prohibited during the Poetry Festival. You two, please give me, Si Zhuguo, some face."
At the same time, Master He's voice also sounded in Chen Luo's ears: "Little Ancestor, Little Ancestor, there is no need to fight with this birdman. Behind him is the Great Sage of the Dapeng Clan hidden in the void, and he might be up to something. Look back. I will try to kill him."
Hearing this, Chen Luo waved to the swan goose, and the swan goose flew back behind Chen Luo reluctantly. Jin Chen also snorted coldly and stopped talking.
At this time, Bai Qingqing's voice came: "Brother Bai is a world-famous scholar. Judging from these three poems, among the people Qingqing has seen in his life, only Chen Wuhou is above you. I don't know if I still have the inspiration to write another one." ?”
"If it is still at this level, Qingqiu Fox Country will withdraw from this poetry competition."
Chen Luo smiled slightly, this little fox was still stirring up trouble when he admitted defeat.
It's a pity that both of them are me.
After Bai Qingqing finished speaking, Shi Man'er, who had been silently eating fish to grow, also shouted: "Brother Bai, if you can still write it, just write another one, and I will give up. If you can't write it, just wait for me After a while, let me finish all these fish and compare with you."
She Xiangxiang's legs were weak at this time and she fell to the ground. She looked at Chen Luo with eyes full of spring: "My enemy, I don't want to compete. I just ask you to come and eat me. Can you just take a bite... "
Seeing that one of the four most promising demons was eliminated, two abstained, and one fell in love, the demons looked at Chen Luo again.
As long as Chen Luo can write another poem of the same level, he will win the first place in this poetry competition.
Chen Luo smiled and picked up the brush again. Just as he was about to start writing, Old Man Shu's voice came from the sky: "Little friend!"
"Spring has been sighed and lovesickness has passed. Is the next song my return home?"
Bai Qingqing shook her head slightly, Shi Man'er curled her lips, She Xiangxiang heard the words and muttered: "Shameless."
The three topics are there, which one you want to write is entirely up to your own free will. When Old Man Shu said this, he limited Chen Luo to write the question he asked about "Returning to the Mountain."
But returning to the mountain, it naturally requires the understanding of the world of mortals to write it. This requirement is really difficult for Chen Luo.
"Bai Lang, don't listen to him. If you want to write, just write about lovesickness. I like to read it." She Xiangxiang said directly without any sound transmission.
Chen Luo glanced at She Xiangxiang gratefully and said softly: "Don't worry."
Then he raised his head and looked at the boat in the sky: "Since the old gentleman has called the name, I will write a poem about returning to the mountain and ask the old gentleman to correct me."
Chen Luo took a deep breath and wrote——
The rise and fall of the eternal prosperous dream, the poetic eye is tired of the world.
There are trees in the Konglin Forest, creepers in the Demonic Palace, and jackdaws in the ancient temple.
There are several huts and thousands of volumes of books, which are transferred to old villagers.
What's going on in the mountains? Songhua makes wine and spring water makes tea.
After writing, there was a sudden thunder in the lake, and the vigorous atmosphere of culture came from Chen Luo's Wenhua carp. The carp suddenly slapped the lake surface and leaped into the air. Even though there were still dozens of cultural carps that had not been swallowed up, A bright light emitted from his body, and with the sound of thunder in the sky, he let out a dragon roar and turned into a green dragon more than ten feet long, dyeing the night sky for hundreds of miles of civilization!
The green dragon hovered in the air for a moment, then suddenly fell towards the big turtle's back. As soon as it made contact, it turned into a ten-foot-sized stone monument. The giant turtle seemed unable to bear the weight of the stone monument, and the entire "island" actually dropped three feet. For a time, the "small island" was shaken.
It was only then that the first exclamation sounded on the "island".
Immediately afterwards, exclamations continued to sound.
At this moment, the big turtle's back exploded.
