Tang Taibai is going to leave after all.

He suddenly appeared in Shengjing. In just a few days, he became famous in Jinghua, but suddenly he left the scene in a way that everyone unexpectedly expected, like a comet passing through.

All the scholars regretted it.

On the tenth day of June, the east of the Saint-Beijing.

On the Hualan River, all the wise men arrived, and the young and old gathered together. Everyone in the Confucian scholars and academic circles came from the officialdom, and there were also high-ranking families, outstanding people, noble men, courtesans, and famous prostitutes.

The old man in the capital of Saint-Beijing was very excited and said that he had never seen such a grand scene in his life.

There are also a few strange men, great men and powerful demon cultivators who are vaguely hiding in the crowd, recalling the scene where the fairy girl Zhanghua descended hundreds of years ago.

It is also famous in Beijing and unparalleled in the world.

The donkey was a little panicked. Looking at the group of people in front of him, he refused to move forward. Li Chen had to jump off the donkey's back, straighten the lotus crown, and bow to him.

Yue Dongyang came out from behind and said, "Mr. Qinglian, we are here to see you off!"

Li Chen said: "Why do you have to mobilize the troops?"

Yue Dongyang said: "Mr. is a noble man of nature and is indifferent to fame and fortune, but we should not let the people in the world think that our Saint Jingshi Lin neglected Mr.."

Li Chen said: "In this way, a glass of wine is enough."

Hu Ze transformed into a golden cup and walked out, laughing and said, "I have a glass of wine, which is enough to comfort Fengchen."

Li Chen smiled faintly and chanted: "How glorious are you wearing embroidered clothes in the past? I will give you wine tonight. I will temporarily go to the moonlight in the East Mountain to sing and send you the bright springs all night."

Everyone applauded, and Mr. Qinglian was indeed worthy of the immortal in the poem and had an unparalleled literary talent.

Hu Ze transformed into a role and watched Li Chen drink the wine in the glass and said, "A glass of wine exchanges for a new poem by Mr. Lu, it is really worth it!"

Li Chen looked at everyone and smiled: "Today I will enjoy the joy and exchange my glass of wine for poems. Those who come are all my friends of Tang Bai, so you can send them."

Yue Dongyang said: "Mr. Taibai, I respect you!"

Li Chen drank it all over again and said with a smile: "I meet Dongyang by the Hualan River. I wear a square crown and a sunset. I want to ask you not to be too thin, and I always feel bitter about writing poetry in the past."

Yue Dongyang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Sir, I am sarcastic." He did talk to Mr. Taibai about the difficulty of writing poetry, but he did not want to be teased in public.

Another minister in the court, a senior Confucian official, was promoted to deliver the farewell wine.

Li Chen still drank it all and wrote a poem: "There is frost at night in the water country, and the moon is cold and the mountains are all green. Who says that thousands of miles from this evening, leaving the dream is as vast as the gates."

Housheng savored it carefully and praised it: "It's true to be a famous article!"

Everyone came out to toast one after another, and Li Chen didn't care about his court officials, scholars, famous prostitutes, singers, peddlers, and barbarians. He refused all of them.

Whenever there is a good harvest of drinking, a famous Tang poem is written on the chant, moving forward step by step as everyone is amazed and worshipped.

Unconsciously, after a few moments, everyone lost all their ability to think from the beginning to the beginning.

Li Chen chanted loudly: "Catchers from the east, how many years will they return? The heartbroken geese in the river city fly high and north!"

"The east and west of the Holy Capital City, I have been farewell to the sutras. The snow left in the past is like a flower, but now the flowers are like a snow."

"The mountain is shining with spring sunshine, so don't let it go back because of the light shade. Even if it is sunny and bright, there is no rainy color, it will still get wet in the depths of the clouds."

...

The spirit wine is intoxicating, and in the blurred eyes, the talent springs surge, as if it floats up with his exit, like five-colored light covering the sky above the river embankment.

Some people who are proficient in looking at the qi look here, but they see dragons and snakes dancing, silk ribbons falling, and the light is touching with the spirit and will of everyone.

"Whose luck is gathering?"

"Bordering the east river in the city... it seems that Shilin is bidding farewell to Mr. Taibai?"

"That talent is so unparalleled. Mr. Taibai must have a new work!"

But soon after, looking at the magnificent colorful scenery that looked like a tornado, everyone couldn't help but be stunned.

New work attracts talent...

How many beautiful chapters does this have to reach such a level?

Only the people on the scene understood that it was not as simple as a few or dozens of songs.

The poems about Taibai’s wine are filled with chapters, and the breath is filled with poems. The clouds and frost are flying, and the mountains and rivers are colorful. Before they can be realized, there are more than 800 poems.

In the end, everyone who came here to drink had toast, even the servants and the merchants and the passing businesses took turns to fight, and the wine was completely exhausted. His writing was still unbroken, and his poems were still frequently published.

While everyone was praying endlessly, Li Chen was still reciting a poem: "...Three cups are vented, but the five mountains are light. After the eyes are blurred, the ears are hot, and the spirit is simple and colorful..."

Yue Dongyang was fascinated and his eyes opened unconsciously, but he saw the golden flowers like lotus, and the sky was falling. Just like the legendary scene where the immortals and gods came to the world, a large amount of energy condensed into an extremely huge green lotus, slowly blooming in the sky.

At this moment, there was a roar of thunder between the sky and the earth, and a golden beam of light projected down and shining on Li Chen.

He was wearing a moon-white Confucian uniform and a commoner's crown. He stood in the middle, but he was passing by the years, as if a flash of stars changed, and he transformed into an image of a fairy and god standing tall, with great ambitions between heaven and earth.

The huge magic power could no longer be restrained. The cultivation level, which had already reached its peak in the middle stage, was crazily plundering the literary way of dominating poetry and talent in the Holy Capital City. Then, the heavens and man responded to each other and all things resonated.

His voice was like a bell of a big bell, and began to spread all over the world.

Some are graceful, some heroic, some longing, or farewell, both pastoral and landscapes, as well as wind, flowers, snow, and moon, spring, summer, autumn and winter, nostalgia for the past and the present.

Almost all humans can imagine and involve famous ancient style poems, he poured out one after another. Even thousands of miles away, countless powerful masters suddenly felt the feeling, as if they felt the condensation of the literary atmosphere that touched the entire continent.

Thousands of famous chapters have only ended for a lifetime!

Finally, Li Chen felt his mind suddenly shook. The powerful power of luck brought the Immortal Mountain Spirit Veins to the soul, like a vast rumbling, pushing the door to the late stage that had not been broken for a long time and was shaking.

Li Chen smiled faintly. He had been dormant for many years and carefully prepared his momentum for this moment!

Without hesitation, he took advantage of the indescribable obsession and intoxication that everyone had fallen into unspeakable obsession and intoxication and broke through the entrance!

Finally, there were more than a thousand poems and more than a thousand two poems. Li Chen's cultivation level improved again and again, and finally became a late stage, and he reached a bottleneck state that was close to the peak in one breath!

At this moment, his soul spread infinitely, as if it had drifted to a huge space of tens of millions of miles with the qi of the entire continent. Then he suddenly woke up and came back to his senses from the previous fascinating state.

The sound of his poems stopped abruptly, and everyone seemed to have noticed something, both infinitely satisfied and sad.

"Today, the poem is over!"

In a sense, they were right, even if Li Chen scraped his stomach, he couldn't copy it.

But he had achieved his goal and finally achieved his later cultivation with the help of the talent and fortune of this Zhengqi Continent and the ambition of all living beings. He even condensed his divine nature and became a veritable exiled immortal in the poem!

Therefore, he personally verified the way to improve his cultivation, which can really affect a person like himself!
Chapter completed!