world free fairy

Chapter 118
Thank you all for the rewards!
Second more!
Ask for favorites, ask for recommendation tickets, ask for rewards!

Please also collect it!
What a talented person.

Mr. Chen, Mr. Lu and the well-educated people in Weicheng have already felt the charm of this poem after a little pondering.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"It is worthy of being the work of inviting the moon, and it is unique through the ages."

"But I don't know, what is the name of this poem?"

Master Chen applauded and shook his head.

Yang Chen said with a smile: "Master Lao asked, this poem of mine is about opening the door and looking up at the bright moon, as if after a dream, I got it by chance, so the name of this poem, I call it Jingyesi. "

"Quiet Night Thoughts!"

"Jingyesi, good name, good name!"

"This kind of poem, with such a name, is just right."

Mr. Lu was also amazed.

"A poem of Thoughts in a Quiet Night, the completion of a poem can invite the moon, a famous poem through the ages, passed down through the ages, how lucky we are to have such a great talent in Weicheng!"

Dongguo Sihai also recites Jingye Sihai silently, over and over again, the more I read it, the more I feel the endless aftertaste and infinite charm.

"Brother Yang, with you here, the words of the four princes of Weicheng have been scattered since then, and they will never be the same. Brother Yang's poetry is truly unprecedented, and there will be no one in the world. Who can compare with you?"

"It's just that this poem is very well written, but I don't know where the homesickness contained in this poem comes from. I can't figure it out. I hope Brother Yang can explain one or two things. So that my thoughts will be clear and I will no longer be troubled.”

After hearing this, Yang Chen quickly shook his hand.

I don't know if Dongguo Sihai's words are sincere praises for himself, or to bring hatred to himself!

There is no one before and no one to come after, who still thinks about the long distance of heaven and earth, who can compare with me?

Once such words come out, I don't know how many literati will secretly envy and hate Yang Chen.

It is by no means false to say that literati look down on each other. Since ancient times, literature has no first place, and martial arts has no second place. Who dares to respect both civil and martial arts?
It just doesn't know how to live or die!

"Brother Dong Guo, I can't say this, I can't say it. Poetry and words are just a flash of inspiration. I get something occasionally. It's not something I can think of to be able to write a poem. It's just good luck."

"The four princes of Weicheng, who are proficient in all kinds of poems and articles, are not like me. Although the poems are not bad, the articles are definitely not as many as you!"

"As for the homesickness in the poem, it's just that I look up at the galaxy, think about it for thousands of years, and see thousands of miles away, as if I have traveled far away from the sky and experienced other worlds. , A feeling of yearning arises spontaneously."

Dongguo Sihai was stunned.

Mr. Chen, Mr. Lu and other scholars nearby were also stunned.

What is this scenario?
Thinking for thousands of years, seeing thousands of miles!
What a great spirit!
Journey beyond the sky and experience other worlds!
What a weird experience.

Could it be that between sleeping and waking, a dream arose in my heart, dreaming in myriad worlds, communicating with sages and sages, this dream is so beautiful that it lasts for thousands of years!

In other words, there is a fairy entrusting a dream to take him through the illusory realm, cleanse his soul, and condense his spirit.

Everyone is thoughtful.

The way he looked at Yang Chen was even more different.

Especially Mrs. Chen and Mr. Lu were even more shocked.

"This Yang Chen was originally an ordinary person. He didn't show the mountains or show the water. Since the Dongmei Poetry Festival, he has swept the poetry circles of Weicheng with the appearance of a dark horse. He is invincible and unmatched."

"For more than ten years, no one cared about studying hard in the cold window. Once it broke out, it became famous all over the world. The hidden dragon is in the abyss. It is unknown, and the flying dragon is in the sky. Who will compete with it!"

"First, there is a poem that becomes a living light, floating in the sky to illuminate the poem's shadow, and there is a divine voice to recite, and the beauty becomes a cloud. Even before he has obtained a literary degree, he has a literary spirit from heaven, and a god has awakened the seeds of the divine way."

"This Yang Chen must be a person with great luck. With luck, there are infinite possibilities. He has at least [-]% of Weicheng's luck, and the heaven and the earth will work together from time to time. If he doesn't die halfway, the future It is bound to become a god, if the potential is great, the name will last forever, thousands of people will recite his name, and if he is canonized by the emperor, he can even be unparalleled in the country and achieve a positive result."

"I'm old, and there is no hope of being a god in this life. If I can follow Yang Chen, study and practice, and Yang Chen will become a god in the future, I can worship under Yang Chen's seat, get the incense and fire divine power bestowed by Yang Chen, and I can also condense the godhead and practice to become a god .”

At this moment, Master Chen and Mr. Lu's hearts moved.

He secretly decided that he must make good friends with Yang Chen, and his road to becoming a god in the future would probably be in Yang Chen's hands.

Therefore, once Yang Chen finished speaking.

Master Chen immediately said: "Mr. Yang, the experience is miraculous and unimaginable. If it weren't for this experience, how could such a poem through the ages be written."

Mr. Lu also flattered, "Extremely, extremely!"

"Yang Xianggong's talent is famous in Weicheng, who can match it?"

Xianggong is a respectful title for scholars.

Mr. Chen and Mr. Lu's compliments are to make Yang Chen famous and to build momentum for Yang Chen.

Li Gang listened, secretly vigilant in his heart.

If this goes on like this, once Yang Chen becomes successful, it will be like the rolling river flowing into the sea, no one can stop it, if anyone blocks it, it will be like a praying mantis blocking a car, overreaching, and will be crushed into fine dust!

"This must be prevented from happening!"

So he opened his mouth and said with a smile, "Brother Yang's poetic talent is unparalleled in the world, not to mention Weicheng, even in the entire Tianhua Mansion, there are few people who can match it. It's just that scholars such as me, to be named on the gold list and to obtain a literary position, not only need poetic talent, It is also necessary to be proficient in the scriptures and articles, and both are indispensable.”

"If brother Yang's essays are as good as this poet's talent, brother Yang must be the champion in this year's exam."

This seems to be a compliment, but in fact it implies sarcasm.

The praise is that Yang Chen's poetic talent is unparalleled, as for the scriptures and articles, I don't know yet!

If only poetry is good, but if the scriptures and articles are unreasonable, they will not be able to obtain a literary position. Such a person, even if he is famous in history, is only a poet.

If one day Jiang Lang's talents are exhausted, everyone will be wiped out.

Even if you become a god, you may not have much supernatural power.

You can't be called a master, you can't be a great god.

Yang Chen smiled, didn't say anything, he didn't want to fight with words, he only spoke with strength.

This time, the more Li Gang talked, the better he did in the exam, the more he could slap Li Gang in the face.

Not to mention!

Yang Chen not only wanted to slap Li Gang in the face, but if his strength allowed, he didn't mind. He went to the Li family to kill one or two people, and let the Li family taste the taste of death.

After Li Gang finished speaking, seeing no one was paying attention, he smiled awkwardly and backed away.

As soon as Jing Ye thought it out, even though many people didn't fully understand it, they knew that this poem was indeed composed by the moon god.

So I secretly kept it in my heart, and carefully considered it in the future to improve my talents.

A lot of scholars gathered together, and each person said a word, and the buzzing continued, so that the people in the whole village couldn't sleep, and they pushed open the windows and looked out.

Only then did I realize that many of these scholars were headed towards Yang Chen's house.

And judging by the momentum, they all admire Yang Chen very much.

For a while, those in the village who had disdain for Yang Chen's beating of Er Zaozi's father no longer dared to think otherwise.

Today's Yang Chen is like a piece of precious jade in a stone. After being carved, it gradually exudes a world-shattering light, like the sun in the sky, and everyone looks up to it.

The scholars did not dare to stay for a long time, as it was getting dark, if they stayed, they would disturb the villagers, so they left one after another.

Before leaving, people kept inviting Yang Chen, hoping that Yang Chen could participate in the outing poetry meeting organized by major academies soon.

Yang Chen responded with a smile.

After everyone leaves, the prosperity will be gone, and the silence will return.

Yang Chen restarted the Qimen Bagua Mizong Formation and walked into the room.

Lin Shishi's face was full of excitement, her eyes were shining like stars, with worship and admiration.

Unfortunately, following Yang Chen's words.

Lin Shishi fell into an ice cellar.

"Can you tell me now, the real reason why Lin Shushu asked me to divorce?"

(End of this chapter)