Hua Chenye let out a low cry, this is the highest state of poetry.

When writing poetry, the highest state resonates with heaven and earth.

Liu Wuxie actually did it, which is simply unbelievable.

Those who mocked Liu Wuxie just now closed their mouths, as if they had eaten a rotten duck egg.

The taste is self-evident.

Murong Yi's eyes radiated a gleam of light.

"This is impossible. Is there a mistake? He is less than twenty years old. How can he resonate with the world?"

Many people are unconvinced and think this is just a coincidence.

Good calligraphy requires continuous practice over many years, not something that can be accomplished overnight.

This is the same as practicing martial arts.

No one can master an extremely superb martial arts in one day.

The same goes for calligraphy.

"Maybe he just got lucky!"

I have to admit that when Liu Wuxie wrote, he definitely had the style of a master, and he was completely silent in his own world.

The expression on his face is no longer green, but has a solemn look, like a mature and prudent elder.

When the last word fell, the air currents surrounding Liu Wuxie instantly turned into mist and disappeared without a trace.

Liu Wuxie didn't realize it. He gently put down his pen and finished writing his poem.

Most of the poems are already known and have been commented on by Murong Yi.

There are only a few people left who have not yet been announced.

"Miss Murong, please give me some advice!"

Bai Zhi stood up, picked up the poem on the table, stretched out his hand and threw it, floating in the air.

Even thousands of meters away, you can see clearly with your spiritual consciousness.

Those people on the shore have not left yet, and more and more people are gathering together.

"You asked me if my return date has not yet been announced. The moonlit night in the cave swells the autumn pond. Why should we cut the candles from the west window together, but say that it rains at night in Bashan!"

Those around me read it word for word.

The sound was so loud that it spread to every corner of the boat.

"Good poetry, really good poetry!"

Whether on the boat or by the Dongting Lake, everyone is praising this poem.

Whether it is the people or the scenery, the description is very apt.

Especially the first sentence, which implicitly asks Murong Yi when the two can meet, and the second sentence uses Dongyue Lake as the title, and it starts to drizzle again in the sky.

It is autumn at this moment, and the water in the lake is rising, which just proves that the rain in the moonlit night swells the autumn pond.

The third sentence makes it even clearer. Why should we cut the candles from the west window together? This is the meaning of two days off and two flights.

The last sentence rhymes with "Let's enjoy the scenery and the rain together."

Most of the poems tonight are basically like those expressed by Murong Qi.

Whoever can marry such a peerless beauty, coupled with the mysterious Yipinxuan, will be on equal footing with the ten major sects.

No wonder so many people flock to it.

Yipinxuan has a powerful background, and Murong Yi is the master of Yipinxuan. With her stunning appearance, no one can resist her.

"Master Bai is indeed one of the four great talents in Ninghai City, and his writing is very good!" Murong Yi praised repeatedly. Compared with others, at least his writing is not very explicit.

"It is my honor to be able to enter Miss Murong's eyes!"

Bai Zhi bent down slightly, and the poem floating in the void fell on Murong Yi's table.

If you accept it, it means accepting his love.
Chapter completed!