Many of those who mocked Liu Wuxie just now shut their mouths, thinking that they could not write such a good poem.
It sounds ordinary, but when you think about it carefully, every paragraph and every word overlaps with everything that is happening to them now.
"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows the geese and snow!"
This paragraph describes the weather: the wild geese are going south, the north wind is howling, and heavy snow is falling.
"Don't worry about the road ahead without friends. No one in the world will know you."
After reading this paragraph, Murong Yi suddenly covered her mouth with her little hand and looked at Liu Wuxie with a surprised look on her face.
"What a saying. No one in the world doesn't know you!"
Hua Chenye suddenly shouted.
These two lines were actually written to Liu Wuxie himself, which matched his current state of mind.
When I came to Ninghai City, I didn’t even have a single friend, let alone a confidant.
But after tonight, no one in the world will recognize you.
After tonight, Liu Wuxie's name will definitely become famous in Ninghai City.
Everyone was stunned. Is this a poem he wrote?
Murong Yi's little mouth opened slightly. She was well-read and thought she had read books all over the world, but tonight was an eye-opener for her.
"The six feathers are fluttering and I feel sorry for myself. I have been away from Tianbao for dozens of days."
After Murong Yi finished reading, her heart felt sad. This paragraph described Liu Wuxie's mood at this moment.
He was self-pitying and no one understood his state of mind. It had been several months since he had left Tianbao Sect.
No one spoke anymore.
Liu Wuxie not only described the scene, but also her old friends, her own situation, and her own mood.
There are so many stories in one poem.
"My husband is poor and lowly, so I don't have money for drinks when we meet today."
After reading the last paragraph, Murong Yi's face turned red.
If you drink Murong Yi's wine tonight, you will definitely not be able to pay for it.
The real meaning of the previous sentence is that Liu Wuxie is currently in a low state, and one day, sooner or later, he will soar to the sky.
He is not a real husband, but it can be understood that way. No wonder Murong Yi blushes.
There was silence.
There is not a single sentence in Liu Wuxie's poem that is as expressive as Murong Yi's, but everyone feels that this poem moved Murong Yi.
"Good poetry, really good poetry!"
Many people looked at Liu Wuxie with admiration. There were over a thousand people, but not everyone was hostile to Liu Wuxie.
In a normal person's mind, Liu Wuxie's poems can compete with Hua Chenye's, but other people's poems are not worthy of carrying his shoes. They are not on the same level at all.
Those who hated Liu Wuxie naturally sneered, thinking that Liu Wuxie's poem was not elegant.
Both sides insist on their own opinions, and no one is willing to give in.
There were many disciples of the Qinghong Sect, together with the disciples of the Daqi Sect and the princes of Ninghai City, they all attacked Liu Wuxie.
Murong Yi is the goddess in their hearts, how can they let Liu Wuxie, an outsider, get involved.
"What bullshit poetry? I don't know anything about it. In my opinion, in this poetry competition, senior brother Yin Jingwu won. Let's talk about it."
Jia Fengmao stood up and supported Yin Jingwu, thinking that what Liu Wuxie wrote was bullshit.
"That's right, this poem is very literal in its entirety. How could Senior Brother Yin be more direct?"
Those who supported Yin Jingwu raised their hands in the air and collectively thought that Liu Wuxie's poem was too bad.
And it's extremely different.
Only a few people choose to remain silent. They know very well that if Liu Wuxie's poem is spread, it will be passed down for generations.
There were too few people supporting Liu Wuxie. They were unwilling to risk offending the Qinghong Sect by supporting Liu Wuxie, so they could only pretend not to hear.
Who is better or worse? No one is blind.
Are the people in Qinghongmen blind?
of course not!
They just don't want to admit it. Once they admit it, it means that Yin Jingwu will lose the jade Ruyi in his hand.
Everyone could only look at Murong Yi, letting her judge whose poem was better.
And at this moment, the poem floating in the air suddenly burned.
No one has ever seen such a scene. How could such a good poem burn on its own?
There is no spiritual energy fluctuation, no elemental stimulation, it is completely ignited by itself.
"Look!"
There were bursts of exclamations from the boat. The words written by Liu Wuxie actually 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 in which direction they are developing.

Chapter completed!