"Hmm? It's actually tangible and literary!" Leng Hanbing was slightly stunned on the empty boat.

In the past, when Chen Luo wrote poems, he always had a sense of literary spirit, but don’t think that this is the norm for writing poetry. Often, one inch of literary style is already a good sentence, and three inches of literary style means that it is a beautiful article.

The demon clans came to attend the poetry meeting this time, obviously not ordinary people. As soon as the title was finished, there was a lingering splendor on the entire lake. This kind of scene was often the scene that only appeared in the tribute school during the Human Tribe's Imperial Examination.

But at this moment, a tangible art of art 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 back every year. After spring, we can only arrange the sorrow to send back spring." The coldness on Leng Hanbing's face slowly faded, and a stunning look flashed in his eyes, "The plum blossoms and snow, the pear blossom moon, we have never realized the spring comes and go."

"This is a sigh of spring, it's not bad."

The blue bird woman read this poem and nodded, "The meaning of sighing in spring is mostly lamenting the flowing water and falling flowers. The most outstanding one is the poem "The forest flowers fade in spring, too quickly." Unexpectedly, this little guy has a unique idea, which makes him sigh in spring. He really sighs in spring, rather than sighing in spring, rather than the red and green willows."

"This is the cleverness." Old Man Shu also said, "It is better to say cherishing spring than to sigh. Lament that he has lost the flowering period every year, especially the last sentence, "I know it without realizing it," which can make me feel moved."

"Life is always like this. I don't know how good it is when I come. I only know how precious it is when I lose it."

Leng Hanbing nodded: "When reading this poem, it is quite similar to Li Yishan's sigh that 'this love can be remembered, but it was already lost at that time', and there is also an advice that 'There are flowers that can be broken and must be broken, so don't wait for the flowers to be broken and the branches are broken without flowers."

"Who is the author? Is it a human or a demon?"

The bluebird woman smiled slightly, reached out to the void, and Chen Luo's projection suddenly appeared.

"Well? He is a young man, not those old and immortal young people, but really young." The Bluebird woman looked at Chen Luo's appearance and waved her hand. Lord He immediately landed on the empty boat.

"Who is this person?" the Bluebird woman asked Lord Xiang He.

Lord He glanced at him and smiled, "Madam, this person is called Bai Mo, the demon clan!"

"Demon Clan?" Leng Hanbing widened her eyes, "Is he a demon?"

Lord He smiled and said, "But it's not an ordinary demon clan, please keep Lao Nu in a silence."

Leng Hanbing glared at Lord He, then looked at Chen Luo's projection, and snorted coldly: "Since it's not a human race, I don't care anymore. It's just poetry, who can compare with us Chen Wuhou?"

Lord He finally held back his smile and pointed to the bottom and said, "Three, half of the stele fish have been swallowed up."

...

Around the big turtle, the fish scattered a lot visible to the naked eye. Although the person holding the scales could control the direction of the carp, he could not escape the swallowing of the powerful carp in the surrounding area.

However, the poetry meeting has just begun, and the strong have not yet begun fighting, so they are deliberately avoiding it. Speaking of which, this is also the tradition of the demon clan. The strong can fight each other until they die, but before fighting, the weak must be eliminated.

Otherwise, the tiger will seriously injured and kill the lion, and will eventually be picked up by a hyena, which is a shame that the demon clan cannot tolerate.

After writing Chen Luo's first poem, he obviously became a strong man in the fish. Other demons rushed to control the stele fish to stay away from Chen Luo, and Chen Luo naturally followed the customs and controlled the Wenhua carp to swallow it.

Well... the feeling of gluttony snake eating.

However, other demon races are teaming up after all, Wenhua won by volume, and gradually there were fewer small fish at the bottom. It was obvious that a new round of fighting was about to begin again.

Chen Luo also felt that the carp he controlled had reached its limit and he had to prepare a second poem.

Chen Luo thought about the topic and wrote again on the fish scales.

And this time, some people have been paying attention to Chen Luo's actions. The poems that Chen Luo just wrote have almost fallen into the eyes of many demons at the same time.

When you break the flower branches, hate the flower branches, you will definitely plan to bloom and share the same flowers, and when the flowers bloom, people will go away.

I was afraid of missing you, and I had already missed you. It was my turn to have no place to say anything, and a trace of my eyebrows showed.

...

"What a wonderful thing!" On the empty boat, the blue bird lady sighed, "What a flower branch that describes lovesickness, from flower branch to lovesickness, why? Because flowers bloom when people go. They are obviously afraid of the lovesickness after people go, but they have already caused lovesickness. But people are no longer there, and no one can tell, and they can only show a hint of sorrow on their eyebrows."

Mrs. Bluebird turned her head and looked at Leng Hanbing: "Leng Daru, how is this poem more than Chen Wuhou's lovesickness?"

Leng Hanbing was silent for a moment and nodded: "It is not as good as Chen Wuhou's sentence "I can't miss you in my life, but I will miss you." But it's not far away. Especially in the fear of missing you, I have already missed you. The feelings are hard to describe. Only when I reveal my eyebrows, there is a charm that the Western King said, "This love is impossible to eliminate, and I just fall down my eyebrows and fall on my heart." Even in the human race, this word should be a good verse."

Mr. Shu smiled: "The interesting little guy, after writing about sighing spring and missing love, I wonder if I will write about my return to the mountain!"

...

Three masters were chatting in the empty boat, and the island became lively.

The two consecutive poems are all about Wenhua soaring into the sky. The Wenhua Monument belonging to Chen Luo seemed to be savage everywhere like a demon king. Everyone had to re-examine Chen Luo.

"That's the human race? Could it be Chen Luo's pretending to be?"

"In an incense stick of time, I want all his news."

For a moment, commands were conveyed.

At this time, She Xiangxiang looked at Chen Luo from afar, her legs were together, her left foot was on the right, and her right foot was on the left, and the spring on her face was about to drip into water.

"My little husband, you... why do you bully me like this?"

"I'm not sure if I'm sweet, I'm still 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 her head, staring at the maid with fierce murderous intent, "Are you disturbing me?"

The maid knelt down quickly, looking panicked: "I don't dare, I don't dare!"

She Xiangxiang withdrew her eyes and was about to look at Chen Luo, but suddenly her face changed and she hurriedly shouted: "Bai Lang, be careful!"

At the same time, it was not only She Xiangxiang, but also Bai Qingqing who shouted "Be careful".

At this time, outside the island, a mandarin carp swallowed three or four Wenhua Monumental Fish, which was about the same size as it. The Wenhua energy on its body surged, and had already overwhelmed Chen Luo's Monumental Fish. It was now heading towards the origin of Chen Luo's Monumental Fish.

Chen Luo heard the reminder of the two beauties, and was nervous and concerned, and his heart moved slightly and looked at Jin Chen.

The stele fish that rushed towards him was Jin Chen's Wenhua stele fish. When Jin Chen saw Chen Luo's eyes, he showed a rebellious smile and spoke to Chen Luobi: Go to the death!

Chen Luo frowned. At this time, the Wenhua Monumental Fish was only ten feet away from him, and could almost reach him in a blink of an eye. Suddenly, a Wenhua Monumental Fish appeared from the side, knocking away Jin Chen's Monumental Fish, and buying Chen Luo a little short time.

"She Xiangxiang!" Jin Chen roared angrily!

"Bai Lang, write a poem quickly, I can't stop it for long!" She Xiangxiang's voice came into Chen Luo's ears.

Chen Luo turned his head and looked at She Xiangxiang. She Xiangxiang did not look at him, but was concentrating on manipulating her Wenhua Monument.

Chen Luo wrote down this helping hand in his heart, picked up his pen, and a poem appeared in his mind, and wrote it—

The moss is red and the steps are green and the branches are covered with green. The sound of wild geese is sad.

The relationship lasted for a long time and then separated. The autumn geese flew alone, and the autumn geese live alone.

When will it take to miss you after parting? It will be difficult to know later, and it will be difficult to wait.

How can this lovesickness be expressed? A love poem, a love poem.

As soon as Chen Luo finished writing, his literary aura seemed to turn into a wild goose, flying over the water. At the same time, the entire lake seemed to have sounded countless wild goose sounded.

"Heaven and earth resonate!" All the demons stopped their pens and stared blankly at the Wenhua Hongyan spreading her wings on the water.

The demon clan has not written any articles on Wenhua Condensation, but they are all flowers, plants and trees, and they are small animals like little frogs. And it is the first time that the Wenhua Woman has seen such a huge Wenhua geese.

In fact, according to literary talent, such a strange phenomenon will not be formed. However, first of all, this place is the old place of the wild geese. The original poem is "Du Yu" and "Cai Feng", which both involve allusions. Chen Luo changed it to "门" and "Autumn geese", but this change touched the life of the Hongyan clan stranded here.

Almost instantly, countless light spots flew from all directions and merged into the Wenhua wild geese.

The Wenhua geese flew across the water and pecked at Jin Chen's Wenhua Monument.

The Wenhua Monumental Fish, which was previously extremely fierce, is gone!

At this time, Wenhua Hongyan did not seem to be relieved, but flapped her wings again and flew towards Jin Chen, as if with great hatred. Jin Chen looked at Wenhua Hongyan flying in cold eyes and said disdainfully: "I could destroy your clan back then, will I care about your Wenhua incarnation?"

After saying that, Jin Chen made a knife-shaped hand and slashed downward, emitting a demonic sword light. Seeing that the sword light was about to slash Hongyan, a fist suddenly flew over, and the sword light missed the trajectory of the sword light. The sword light flew out while Hongyan's wings.

Jin Chen turned around in anger and saw Chen Luo appearing to fist. Chen Luo blew his fist: "That's my Wenhua Hongyan, do you kill him just by saying that?"

A golden light flashed in Jin Chen's eyes: "That's fine, I want to directly appreciate your power."

Chen Luo sneered: "I am willing to accompany you!" As he said that, he was about to mobilize the true meaning of martial arts. At this time, a huge pressure fell, covering Chen Luo and Jin Chen.

Lord He's voice sounded: "The king of the country has a decree. During the poetry meeting, all fights are prohibited. Please give our company a face to pass the country."

At the same time, Lord He's voice transmission also sounded in Chen Luo's ears: "Little ancestor, little ancestor, don't be able to fight this birdman. Behind him is the Great Sage of the Dapeng clan, and maybe he will take a black hand. Turn back and find a way to kill him."

Upon hearing this, Chen Luo waved to Hongyan, and the Hongyan reluctantly flew back behind Chen Luo. Jin Chen also snorted coldly and stopped talking.

At this time, Bai Qingqing's voice came: "Brother Bai is so beautiful. Judging from these three poems, among the people Qingqing saw in his life, Chen Wuhou was above you. I wonder if there is any inspiration to write another poem?"

"If it is still so accurate, Qingqiu Fox Kingdom will withdraw from this poetry competition."

Chen Luo smiled slightly. This little fox was sowed away 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, also shouted: "Brother Bai, if you can write it out, you can write another song, and I will admit defeat. If you can't write it out, wait for me to finish all these fish and then compare with you."

She Xiangxiang's legs were weak at this time, and she fell to the ground, looking at Chen Luo with springy eyes: "My enemy, I won't compete. I just want you to come and eat me, okay? You can eat a bite..."

Seeing that the four demons with the most hope of winning the championship were eliminated, two abstained, and one of them had a love for spring, the demons looked at Chen Luo again.

As long as Chen Luo can write another poem of the same level, he will win the leader of this poetry conference.

Chen Luo smiled and picked up the brush again. Just as he was about to finish the brush, the voice of the old man from the tree came from the sky: "Little friend!"

"Spring has already sighed, I miss you for a longing. Is the next song my return to the mountain?"

Bai Qingqing shook her head slightly, Shi Man'er curled her lips, and She Xiangxiang heard this and muttered, "I don't know how to be ashamed."
To be continued...