Chapter 342 Is this what the human brain can think of?
"Look, Xie Feng left the pen and paper!"
"Is he planning to write an article? Isn't he a martial arts practitioner?!"
"In front of a group of literary figures, how could Xie Feng be so ignorant? It's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers!"
"Is he trying to steal the limelight from Mr. Zhao? Is he overestimating his abilities?"
"Ever since this guy appeared, I have disliked him. When the article comes out, I will criticize him vigorously and I will curse him to death with spittle!"
"Look, Lord Yan's face is turning green with anger!"
Xie Feng's move immediately caused an uproar. Everyone was extremely surprised and showed subtle expressions.
Yan Wuming was a little unhappy. He sat on his seat and looked at Xie Feng, his old eyes narrowed.
He was very unhappy!
But he didn't have a seizure on the spot.
He wanted to see what flowers such a brave young man could write!
Zhao Yu's eyes were gloomy. He stared at Xie Feng opposite, his displeasure written on his face.
At this time, Bookboy B, who came to the left seat, finally brought the tray. He was a little slower than Bookboy A!
"Mr. Zhao, do you still write?"
Bookboy Yi’s face was full of anxiety.
Xie Feng and Zhao Yu were sitting opposite each other, and Xie Feng was even higher. Logically speaking, it would take longer for the tray to reach him, but... Shutong A walked fast!
"roll!"
Zhao Yu was in a irritable mood and said impatiently.
Bookboy B was so scared that he trembled and left quickly holding the tray.
In the midst of the crowd's attention, Xie Feng remained calm. He raised his head and stared outside the pavilion. He saw mountains, rivers, long sky, solitary owl and red clouds, a beautiful scenery!
Xie Feng was moved and thoughtful!
Many people also followed his gaze and looked over. But what they saw might be the same as what Xie Feng saw, or it might be different.
This feeling...this scene...
That person...Nawen...
Xie Feng couldn't help but think of someone!
He picked up a pen, flattened the paper, and turned his literary power into ink. Without any hesitation, he wrote on and on!
The old county of Beisheng and the new mansion of Tengwang.
The star points to Wing Zhen, and the ground connects to Heng Lu.
Just these two sentences, written by Xie Feng, you can feel the hidden talent in them!
After all, he wrote a famous Chinese novel in his previous life!
Preface to Prince Teng’s Pavilion!
This parallel prose has been passed down through the ages and is full of talent!
Of course, Xie Feng also made some additions, deletions, and modifications to this article to make it more reasonable and suitable for the current situation.
This is called flexible use!
Because of the peerless talent exuded in the preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion, every word written by Xie Feng consumes a huge amount of literary power.
He smashed all the 5 billion Dao Crystals given by Lu Yan before into the "Holy Code of Wen Dao".
With the help of this ancient and unparalleled book, he practiced several secret methods to enhance his foundation and literary power.
It can be said that his current foundation is not inferior to that of some literary and Taoist masters!
When everyone saw this, they all stretched their necks and looked over. When they saw the first two sentences, they didn't have much reaction.
"It's very common! Who can't write it?"
"It's just a cliché!"
Someone laughed, which seemed particularly harsh in the silent space.
Many people nodded in agreement.
Yan Wuming also despises it. In most articles, the beginning is extremely important, and one can even tell the strength of the author's literary talent.
Xie Feng's two sentences, the first sentence is ordinary, and the second sentence can barely be regarded as literary.
If it continues to be this level...
That would be ridiculous!
Mr. Shuiyun was sitting in a high position, and she looked at Xie Feng calmly, with no worries and no panic at all.
Although she had never seen Xie Feng show any talent in literature, she believed that Marquis Mo Yang's apprentice was definitely an extraordinary person!
Faced with many people's doubts, Xie Feng turned a deaf ear. His mind turned and he continued to input literary power into the brush.
The power of literature is transformed into ink, written into words one by one, and the literary spirit gradually spreads.
…
The treasures of heaven and earth, the dragon's light shooting at the ruins of the bull fight;
Outstanding people and places, Xu Ru is sitting on Chen Fan's couch.
After these two sentences came out, everyone's expressions changed slightly, as if they were touched, but also in disbelief. They continued to read with complicated hearts!
Welcomed thousands of miles away, packed with guests.
Soaring from the dragon to rising from the phoenix, the Ci sect of Meng Xueshi;
Purple Lightning Green Frost, General Wang’s arsenal...
When I wrote this, Bachelor Meng and General Wang who were present were very surprised. They didn't expect that they would be included in the article, but they were praised!
And it’s written with great literary talent!
The two of them were instantly happy, and they looked at Xie Feng with a little more admiration!
Seeing how flattered they were, Xie Feng complained silently in his heart. They were included because it was Qiao's mother who opened the door for Qiao - Qiao was home!
Xie Feng kept swiping his brush, and his literary spirit became more and more prosperous. The guests around him gradually became silent. They gathered around involuntarily and stared at Xie Feng's writing!
…
The clouds disappear and the rain falls, and the color shines brightly in the area.
The setting clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the autumn water becomes the same color as the sky.
The fishing boats sing late, ringing on the poor Pengli shore;
The formation of wild geese is so chilling that the sound breaks the Hengyang River.
boom!!
Just four sentences, so talented!
Talent turns into a majestic fog, lingering around Tengwang Pavilion. In the clouds and fog, visions billow, extraordinary!
Everyone was shocked!
The setting clouds and the solitary owl fly together, the autumn water and the sky are one color together!
Once moving, once still, the eyes move with the scenery, and the heart is still with the scenery. The word "common" opens up a new path, which is incomparably wonderful!
How can the human mind come up with this?
They looked outside and saw red clouds filling the sky, solitary owls flying together, and the sky and water connecting together, blurring the boundaries.
"If nothing else, just this sentence is enough for Dean Xie to leave his name in history!"
"But I am uneducated, so I can take over the world with just one word!"
“That’s awesome!”
"As expected of the dean! Where is Danfeng Academy? I want to visit!"
"Dean Xie is astonishingly talented, and there is nothing like this in his peerless poetry!"
The last sentence was spoken by Yan Wuming who was sitting in the upper seat!
He shook his head in shock.
If he felt contempt before, now, he can only sigh!
Seeing the change in everyone's attitude towards Xie Feng, Zhao Yu became anxious. He wanted to take out the article he had prepared a long time ago, but after thinking about it, no matter how he weighed the comparison, he felt that compared with Xie Feng's, what he had written was the best.
Rubbish!
wrong!
Worse than garbage!
It's just a smelly piece of shit, the kind that anyone who sees it will vomit!
Zhao Yu's face turned blue. He stared at Xie Feng, a little jealous...
This guy named Xie is here to steal his limelight!
His expression gradually distorted!
Xie Feng wrote hundreds of words eloquently. Every sentence and every line is so talented that it makes people feel ashamed. In addition to looking up, they still look up!
His literary thoughts surged and his strength was endless.
He keeps writing!
It is difficult to cross the mountain, who feels sad for those who have lost their way;
When we meet by chance, we are all guests from a foreign land.
When Emperor Huai disappeared, how old was he in the Xuan Dynasty?
The more I write, the more excited I become!
The more I write, the more exciting I become!
The billowing talent turned into a ten thousand-foot white dragon, coiling around the Tengwang Pavilion, the dragon's breath spread thousands of miles, and the writing moved the world!
