His performance like this is not only showing his kung fu, but also his literary talent.

Just when the scroll was about to fall to the ground, he clamped the edge with his hands as quickly as possible and lifted it up without stopping the brush in his hand.

It is very difficult to write perfect words steadily on it using this method, but this man did it.

When everyone saw this scene, their eyes widened and they were dumbfounded. They never thought that he could actually write words on the cloth roll in the air in this way.

But everyone is very curious, what exactly did he write?

After nearly 20 breaths, he finally dropped the brush in his hand and caught the cloth roll in the air.

"Everyone, I'm done." He opened the roll of cloth in his hand and hung it in front of everyone.

The fonts are vigorous and powerful, and each font has an indescribable domineering atmosphere.

That is an ancient poem.

No, that should be said to be an ancient poem by their Mayans.

The Tianshan Mountains fall into the Jiuhe River, and the mountains and rivers resemble Kyushu

The earth is boundless, only Maya flourishes.

In four simple sentences, everyone understood what he meant.

There is a huge waterfall on the Maya side, as if it fell from the sky.

However, there is a very big mountain above the waterfall. There is a huge lake on the mountain, and the water of the lake flows down from it.

Because it lasts all year round, this has become a point of view of the Mayans.

So they took this waterfall and lake and directly formed the Tianshan Luojiu River.

The second sentence, mountains and rivers are like Kyushu, is telling everyone that the mountains and rivers there are very vast.

In the fourth sentence, the earth is boundless, which means that they have a very open land and a large amount of land.

Your last sentence is nothing more than wanting them, the Mayans, to prosper.

Although his four sentences are very simple, the meaning inside makes people think deeply.

The old emperor looked at the four words on the cloth roll and frowned slightly.

When Ke Lan saw the old emperor's expression, he immediately put a smile on his face, stood up and saluted: "Your Majesty, this is a mantra from my Mayan side. It is also equivalent to the limerick from your Nebula side.

Please don’t laugh, Your Majesty!”

The old emperor snorted coldly, naturally he would not punish others for such a trivial matter.

It would not make sense if a poem would trigger a murder.

"Well, how can I be such a stingy person?"

At this moment, the man wearing white clothes and holding a folding fan in his hand came to the center and saluted to the upper hand and the people around him.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Princes, Princesses..."

"It turns out he is Wen Zhuangyuan!"

"Your Majesty, I just heard this dear friend's four-line poem and felt it was very good, so I couldn't help but want to come up and discuss it."

"Okay, then feel free to have some!"

After Wen Zhuangyuan responded, he looked at him with a smile. He didn't have such fancy things, so he directly asked people to come up to a table.
Chapter completed!