Mo Xiangting Pavilion.

Li Chen'an picked up his pen and dipped it ink, and seemed not to hear the shouts of the teenagers who were extremely fanatical because of his poems.

He didn't even influence the students of Tai Academy.

At this time, he seemed to sink into a very mysterious state.

He was crazy about the poems he had remembered in his mind. He just wanted to write down the poems that had been passed down through the ages so that they could shine brightly in this world.

As for whether it will match today's topic, it has become no longer important to him.

Nine out of ten people are unsatisfactory in life, but there is no possibility that there will be sad songs everywhere.

Of course, it is necessary to miss the past, but people must look ahead of the light after all.

It will be only a hundred years since I live again in this world. When a person dies, the lights will go out. The traces of my own stay in this world will gradually fade away as time passes.

Until there is no trace anymore.

But the text is different.

They will exist forever.

It will still be known to people a thousand years later.

Even...if time travelers come to this world again, hehe, I have written all the articles in the world, which makes you amazed and have nowhere to start!

So he continued to write quickly without any guilt of plagiarism.

How can scholars be called copying?

Such a beautiful poem, like a beautiful dandelion, is just the wind that just blows through it, spreading it widely.

So inadvertently, some of his words fell out of the question, but they still received cheers from all the students.

This is recognition.

It is also a literary resonance.

At this time, not only the students from Tai Academy were staring at him in amazement, but even the sixteen students from Yue Kingdom turned around at this time, and all their eyes fell on his back.

Of course, they all heard these eight poems by Li Chenan, and they even recorded them on the paper in front of them!

They have lost the idea of ​​writing a poem themselves!

Even they had no hostility in their eyes towards Li Chenan. Even the strong boy who had despised Li Chenan at the entrance of the literary world had a little bit of shame in his eyes at this moment!

There was not only shock in Yang Duoduo's eyes, but also unconcealed joy!

What is genius?

This is called genius!

What does Wenqu Star descend to earth?

He is Li Chen'an, the reincarnation of Wenquxing and descending to earth!

They are all the most famous genius students in Yue Kingdom, and their ability to appreciate poetry is far beyond ordinary people.

These eight poems by Li Chenan... No one in the world can defeat them!

What's more, he really did it in one go without thinking!

What's more, he is still writing at this time, as if he wants to finish the Mid-Autumn Festival words!

What agile talent!

What a wealth of knowledge this is?

No one can match him!

At this time, Yang Duoduo suddenly remembered what Li Chenan said at the door of the literary world.

It turns out that since God gave birth to Li Chen'an, he will definitely be the literary world for five thousand years!

He is not boasting.

He really did it.

Not to mention that there are no futures, this is unprecedented!

His madness tonight will definitely become the masterpiece of the world's literary world!

He not only impressed the tens of thousands of Ningguo students in the audience, but also impressed the sixteen Yue students.

When a person stands at the highest point in a certain field.

Everyone in this field can only look up and cannot feel hostile...o

Because the gap is too big!

Yang Duoduo has long given up making lyrics because under Li Chenan's performance, any lyrics he or they made are meaningless!

If you force yourself to do it, compare the two... it is a humiliation and a blasphemy to poetry!

At this time, he simply stood up and quietly came to Li Chenan's side.

He bent down, lifted his sleeves, and simply polished Li Chenan.

Li Chenan was suddenly shocked, because his nose was very flexible, and he smelled a faint fragrance.

He turned to see the hand grinding ink-

The so-called soft and tender new buds of plants and trees are used to describe a woman's hands that look very vivid.

This hand is Rouyi.

White, tender, slender, and weak and boneless!

So, this is a woman dressed up as a man!

He looked up and smiled slightly. The Yue girl was not only passionate but also brave, because the eyes of the sheep were filled with spring water, which was unconcealed joy!

Under Li Chenan's eyes, two beautiful little red flowers seemed to bloom on her face, which looked like white jade.

So, it seemed as if the spring breeze was rising, causing the autumn in the courtyard to disappear.

Li Chenan quickly withdrew his gaze.

The charm of the Yue girl is truly unrivaled!

Still keep writing lyrics.

He didn't know that Fan Taohua, who was standing in the distance, was extremely surprised.

He didn't know that the current Emperor Ningguo was holding his words and preparing to recite them with all his emotions.

He didn't know his life experience, and it had changed drastically in the eyes of many people.

What he is thinking about now is whether to write the song "Water Melody Song Head, When Will the Moon Come" which was most famous in his previous life?

If written, it will definitely become the masterpiece of Mid-Autumn Festival.

If there are latecomers...you can write about Qingming.

...

...

On the road building.

Emperor Ning cleared his throat.

He has become the ministers again.

He was very satisfied with those urgent and expectant sights.

So, a look of pride appeared on his face again.

"This poem is called "Zhegui Ling, Mid-Autumn Festival""

Emperor Ning stroked his short beard and seemed to have returned to his youth with high spirits.

He chanted loudly:

"Who will polish a flying mirror?

Shine through the universe and reflect the mountains and rivers!

The jade dew is cold,

Wash the autumn sky and the silver man without waves,

More light than the long night,

The shadow of osmanthus is swaying without any hindrance."

Emperor Ning suddenly took two steps forward, and his face seemed to have a little bit of heroism because of this poem.

“I sing,

To ask Chang'e,

Good night is depressed,
To be continued...