"What is that?"

On the ring, the thunder talismans sacred around He Zhenzhang were crackling and swam rapidly around the red whistle, and the sound of the wind aroused was also chaotic. However, in this noisy environment, the sound of He Zhenzhang's poems was still strange and high-pitched, and it was spread out in a casual and lazy manner, becoming the only sound on this chaotic ring that could make people clearly hear the heart...

"Taohua Temple in Taohuawu, and Taohua Fairy under Taohua Temple..."

"The peach blossom immortal planted peach trees..."

“…I broke the flower branches again as the money for wine!”

“…”

The sound was like throwing a stone, which instantly stirred into the hearts of the old cultivators.

Especially those who read poetry and books and love poetry and meaning the most are subconsciously stunned.

"This poem is good..."

The first reaction was good.

There is no such reaction that you will be shocked when you listen to poetry. In fact, when most people see good poetry, their first reaction will only make them feel that they lit up and seem good. After they feel that they are good, they subconsciously suck it carefully, and their eyes gradually brighten up. The more they reminisce, the more they feel that there is a lot of articles in these few words, which is amazing.

“Okay…”

"It's not just good, it's really wonderful..."

“…”

When these old cultivators, or those who are aware of their knowledge, are curious and admirable, they can also see that the true seal of the crane, which is splashing ink on the ring, chanting loudly while writing, falling on the paper word by word.

As his handwriting fell, his magic power suddenly increased out of thin air, with a bit of enthusiasm, and it seemed to be completely relaxed all of a sudden, his mind was loose, and his magic power gushed like a spiritual spring. With a loud sound, the talismans around him were stimulated by his magic power to spread outwards, and even red flowers were flying, just like peach blossoms blooming in an instant.

"laugh……"

The figure of the witch Red Whistle was forced to a hurry by the magic power, and was almost pushed down by the excited magic power.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at the He Zhenzhang who was writing poems. Her little face was pale.

...

...

"Is this what you taught this guy?"

Also in the building where the martial arts performance was watching, the goddess king was a little curious and turned his head to look at Fangcun.

"This is the way that suits him!"

Fangcun explained with a smile.

"Sister God King knows better than me. The Avatar Sutra is the most difficult person to reason. In terms of magic power, they read books and realize the truth and cultivate the spirit, which is far more pure than others. However, the method of defending enemies is far inferior to the "Shu Jing" and "Martial Classic". If you use talismans to defend enemies, it is almost external things, and you will not be able to take much advantage of them. If you do not use talismans to defend enemies, you can only become famous by using the meaning of classics or poetry, and among them, the meaning of classics is the most important. After all, the meaning of classics can be regarded as the great way to govern the world..."

"It's a pity that not everyone can do the articles of scriptures. Just like Mr. Fan, who became famous once, had many, many of them, were just looking through the scriptures, but they only ended up picking up wisdom. If they wrote articles of scriptures of the ancestors, they could resonate with the world and defeat the enemy, but they were far worse than writing the articles they wrote!"

"The same is true for poetry. Writing poetry can calm your mind, writing poetry can be arbitrary, all of which are wonderful strategies that can improve one's own magic power in a short time and defeat the enemy. Unfortunately, the verses that can trigger the response of people around you are natural, and they are just a masterpiece. How many of them can be written? Don't you still have to write and copy other people's poems? In this way, the power will be reduced!"

"Writing other people's poems is at least a hundred times different from the good sentences written by yourself that can reflect the heavens and man!"

“…”

The goddess king turned his head and looked at him, saying, "Can this guy write such a poem?"

"He can't!"

Fang Cun smiled and said, "But he is thick-skinned!"

The goddess king subconsciously raised his head and then came to ask.

Fang Cun smiled and said, "The difference between writing your own poems is huge. So, if the poems you write are plagiarized, what if others don't know? Just like Mr. Fan back then, if it weren't for the old slaves around him, who would have known that his shocking article was plagiarized? So, I also remembered that maybe it doesn't matter whether it is your own poem. What's important is that you have to be thick-skinned. As long as you are thick enough, you can treat it as your own poem and cause the sky and earth to shake..."

The goddess king heard a silence: "I understand the truth, but who did this poem?"

As he spoke, his eyes were just turning on his face, and he seemed very suspicious.

Fang Cun suddenly became silent and could only smile a little embarrassed.

He is not as shameless as He Zhenzhang, and can do fake writing of poetry and essays, and still feel that wonderful state.

So his choice is different.

Anyway, I can't tell others that there was a surname from Tang in my previous life, so whenever I "borrow" something from my previous life, I just laugh like this.

If you smile like this, others will think it was his own, and they are embarrassed to admit it.

And he doesn't have to overcome the hurdle in his heart, it's simply perfect!

When the goddess King saw Fang Cun's bitter smile, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Your brother's commentary on scriptures is extremely rare. I thought you didn't have the talent in this area, but I didn't expect that you were so good at poetry. Sure enough, there was no simpler person in your Fang family. But, such poetry is enough to make a name for Chaoge. Why do you say that you can give it to someone?"

Fangcun's face turned red when she heard this.

I thought to myself: "I have three hundred poems that are almost the same..."

"These three hundred poems are not enough, there are three hundred poems..."

"There is not enough lyrics, so it's okay for me to come in the whole 300 songs..."

"So, the key is not poetry, but facial..."

"How did the seniors who traveled to other worlds not blushing..."

"Yes, it's okay for those who traveled through time, but some of them have not traveled through time, and their faces are also not red..."

“…”

At the same time, on the ring, He Zhenzhang had already written the fun. With a loud laugh, he whispered like a dance, and his voice was clear, which shocked the four directions. Not only did he force the red whistle to his body, but he also made the old cultivators very happy to hear it.

"I just sit in front of the flowers when I am drunk, and I have to sleep under the flowers when I am drunk."

"In front of the flowers, flowers are gone day after day, drunkenness and sober year after year."

"I don't want to bow in front of the carriage and horses, but I hope I will die of old age and drink in the wine."

“…”

The sounds and chants resound throughout the fields, and the pen and ink are condensed into golden light.

"Extremely great, great…"

Some old cultivators could no longer hold back, and patted their knees hard, and even stood up.

Especially the old cultivators who were secretly observing these young martial arts performers were even more excited and trembled with their beards and said repeatedly: "I didn't expect that the day before, I saw the Meng girl so talented. I had seen the treasure first, but I didn't expect that today I saw another poetic talent, Xiao Xiaocheng. How could I see these two fairy seedlings in just a short time?"

Another old man was staring at the field and said nervously: "Don't be beaten to death with such a poetic talent..."

...

On the side of the Leshui Sect, the leader of the Leshui Sect was so shocked that he widened his eyes when he heard He Zhenzhang chanting the previous sentences. After hearing this, his palms were trembling with excitement: "The hard days have come to an end. In the past, our Leshui Sect did not do well in discussing talismans, and could not arrange the meaning of the scriptures. I didn't expect that now I have developed a poetic talent, wonderful, and I have the capital to brag about people in the future..."

As he said that, he waved his hand: "Has he come to the sect to report the accounts before?"

The elder on the side murmured: "Yes, this is not in accordance with the rules..."

"Reported!"

The sect leader shouted: "He will report all his accounts in the future!"

...

...

In a panic, the demon girl Hongshou gritted her teeth and felt the changes that arise around He Zhenzhang. She inexplicably felt ashamed of herself, and it seemed that He Zhenzhang, who was writing poems, had some kind of divine light on her body. This divine light was high above, but she was as humble as mud, subconsciously, and she felt endless awe of him.

She was shocked and anxious again.

She knew that this was a sense of oppression formed by the literary and miraculous flowers shaking the world.

She was born in a demon pen, and she once heard some ancient stories from the elders of the clan telling, such as the former Demon King. She saw an old scholar on the roadside, who was hungry and wanted to catch them and eat them, but she didn't expect that the old scholar clearly had no power to tie a chicken, but when she looked up, the Demon King felt his hands and feet were heavy, and he was panicked. Not to mention eating people, his knees suddenly became heavy and he knelt in front of the other side.

At that time, she was still very puzzled. The demon king had such great skills, how could he be so afraid of a mortal?

But the elders in the clan told her: This is the wonderfulness of the classics and literary styles, and it is also the reason why the human race is now the master of heaven and earth!

The one who scared the demon king was not the old scholar.

It is the induction of the Wenhua Dao between the old Confucian scholar and the world.

The demon king Gu Ran can kill the old scholar, but if he really takes action, he will probably be punished in the next second!

...

...

"Did I have encountered this situation?"

Hongshouer gritted his teeth and tried his best to arouse the murderous aura in his heart: "I can't lose, let alone lose to this person!"

So she suddenly let out a sharp roar, and an abnormal red gushed up on her face. Her figure was nearly twice as fast as before, like lightning. In an instant, she bypassed the talismans intertwined like thunder and lightning around He Zhenzhang. She held a sharp snake-toothed short blade in her hand, and thrust towards the golden light. The Hu Zhenzhang in the middle of the clouds that were difficult to distinguish between reality and reality.

When she stabbed this, she had already fought for her life.

Even if that kind of punishment is true, I will try my best to kill the person in front of me...

...

So, she successfully broke through the layers of golden mist and came to the person, feeling that it seemed not as difficult as she imagined.

But after rushing over, she suddenly saw the man, looking up at her.

The smile is clear and chic, and there is no murderous intention to treat yourself, only enjoyment.

But he rushed over quickly, with a murderous look on his face, but he gently lifted the pen and tapped the tip of his nose.
Chapter completed!