Before everyone could recover from Ximen Chuxue's difficult questions, they unconsciously brought themselves into Cheng Lin Luo. At this time, they all lowered their heads and frowned and thought about how to solve this problem.

Is this question difficult? If anyone else could pass it easily.

But because he is Lin Luo, it can't do it.

Lin Luo has the reputation of being both outstanding in poetry and swords. All of the poems he has written before were excellent works that have been famous for generations. If he made a very inconspicuous work now, let alone Ximen Chuxue, everyone who is doing it would not agree, and even smashed his own signature.

But it is too difficult to make poetry in three steps. Throughout history, it seems that no literati has such a rich literary talent.

Just as everyone brought themselves into Lin Luo and was thinking about the limited way, Lin Luo moved.

My right foot has been raised and I am ready to take the first step.

"No!" Some people with low cultivation level couldn't help but scream to stop them. Those with slightly higher skills were also brought in by this emotion, but they just didn't scream.

People with extremely high cultivation levels such as Lian Po and Li Mu were not affected. There was only one thought in their hearts, and Boy Lin had a way!

His eyes were as sharp as a torch, staring at Lin Luo's steps, looking forward to the next move.

"The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance"

A seven-character sentence came from Lin Luo's mouth. The ups and downs on everyone's faces also changed. Just the first sentence showed Lin Luo's rich literary talent.

Yunxia is her clothes, and the flowers are her face. Just one sentence makes everyone’s mind the image of a fairy appear. Although there is no concrete description, Yunxia is her clothes, and the beautiful face of a beautiful flower only reveals endless imagination and sense of life.

Lin Luo's sentence is also mixed with internal energy. Although the voice is low, everyone can hear it in their ears. Yu Yunxin's eyes are throbbing and his cheeks are dizzy. Fortunately, the light powder of rouge just covers Yu Yunxin's shyness, but the mist between his eyebrows and eyes makes Yu Yunxin shine with graceful charming brilliance between movement and stillness.

What about the next sentence? Next sentence!

At this time, Lin Luo's aura covered the whole audience. Even though his cultivation was as good as Lian Po and Li Mu, he was willing to be driven by Lin Luo's rhythm.

Step on the ground steadily.

Everyone's mood also exhaled a breath of turbid air. Then the lingering sound stopped, and the next sound came out: "The spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick."

this……

The spring breeze blows through the threshold, and the dew is thick.

The spring breeze blows on the railings, and the dewdrops moisten the flowers and colors.

Just the combination of seven short characters makes people feel a suffocating feeling. The artistic conception, picture, and Lin Luo's poems are like the magical skills of heaven and earth, and a few strokes outline a warm world.

One sentence describes people, and the other sentence describes scenery.

Complement each other, people are more beautiful than the scenery.

At this moment, Lin Luo was stunned for a moment and continued to lift his foot. This is the second step.

"If it weren't for Qunyu Mountain"

This sentence connects the past and the future, and makes everyone look forward to the most final sentence.

Lin Luo did not take this step for a long time. Everyone felt that time was extremely slow, and Lin Luo's footsteps were not moving at all. But far from Lin Luo's huge aura, they found that time passed by was just a moment of dew falling from the leaves and dripping on the grass.

In the room, Yu Yunxin was attracted unconsciously, moved forward and came to the window, looking forward to A Luo's last sentence to finish the finishing touch.

When he lifted his breath, Lin Luo's momentum suddenly condensed to the highest point, and everyone's breathing also immediately reached the peak.

"I will meet under the moon on the Yao platform."

The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is thick.

If it weren't for the presence of the group of jade, it would have met under the moon on the Yao platform.

Everyone connected all four sentences together, and a beautiful picture instantly appeared in their eyes.

Your appearance and clothing are so beautiful that even the white clouds and peonies are coming to make up for you. The spring breeze blows gently and gently blows on the railings. The beautiful peony flowers look even more gorgeous in the crystal dew. Your beauty is really like a fairy. If you weren't seen in the Yushan Mountains of the Fairyland, then you can only appreciate your appearance on the Yaotai of Queen Mother of the West.

The last sentence is indeed the finishing touch. It does not mean how thrilling this beauty is. Instead, it turns the pen to show that only the Queen Mother in the sky can appreciate your peerless face. With just one stroke, all the pictures of beautiful words are pressed down below.

What else can compare to the appreciation of the fairy in heaven?

After saying that, Lin Luo had already taken the third step steadily and took out his steps, just three steps!

Three steps to become a poem!

He succeeded!

boom!!!

After restraining the breath of the whole body, everyone also escaped from the high and low atmosphere, and the crowd was filled with a warm scene.

Pei Zifeng, who was fond of literature, was stunned and kept holding four lines of poetry in his mouth, and sighed for a long time: "It's really a peerless and natural poem. This sentence is probably to accompany the bride for the rest of his life in the future."

Facing the horrified gaze of everyone, Lin Luo walked up to Ximen Chuxue and said, "Chuxue, I've passed this time, right?"

Ximen Chuxue said lightly: "If you can't do this, how many people in the world can pass it? Master, please!"

Ximen Chuxue spoke very directly, and she did not take anyone with such bold words seriously at all. However, everyone knew that this was the truth. Those who could become poets in three steps have been the first in history, and only Lin Luoer.

Lian Po couldn't help but sigh: "This wedding may have been passed down through the ages because of this poem!" This scene, such a talented young man reminded him of his early deceased partner Lin Xiangru.

Perhaps what everyone was doing was unexpected was that because of this wedding and this poem, Lin Luo's reputation first spread from the women's group in Zhao State, and even the backyard of the deep palace, and in the alleys of other countries. Lin Luo was truly famous because of his love poems.

The first level was passed. Lin Luo led everyone to the yard. There was a big word "囍" on the door, and the door was closed.

Everyone pushed Lin Luo to the door. Lin Luo was slightly shy and took a deep breath and knocked on the door, saying, "Madam, my husband is here to pick you up, open the door!"

"Oh~" Everyone behind him burst into laughter, which made Lin Luo's heart tighter again. The top-level warrior-level master also had sweat beads of sweat at this moment.

In the room, Yu Yunxin heard Lin Luo's screaming, which had already made her feel excited and lost everything. Then the continuous cheers outside the house were even more scared, and she was even more shocked. She never expected that there would be so many people outside.

He couldn't help but turn his attention to Aunt Zhao.

"Miss, don't panic. If the leader wants to marry you, he has to pass my level. The girl is waiting here for a long time, so don't move." Aunt Zhao said, opening the door and walking out. As the door creaked and closed, only Yu Yunxin, who was sitting on the red bed and covered with a red scarf, was left in the room.
Chapter completed!