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Chapter 23

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"cost?"

Mr. Li's expression changed.

The value of this poem is too great, if it can be spread all over the world and arouse the thought power of all beings, it can make Yang Chen gather incense and ignite the divine fire.

If such a valuable poem cannot be paid enough, how can it convince the public?
Mr. Li's heart also sank.

If it is not done well, the Li family will go bankrupt because of this.

Even the reputation accumulated by generations will be wiped out.

Master Chen and Mr. Lu also fell silent.

Since he wanted Yang Chen to rewrite a beautifully written poem, he would naturally have to pay a price.

Looking at Mr. Li, he was silent.

Yang Chen laughed angrily.

He stopped talking, walked to the table in a few steps, and stood still with a sullen face.

Then, he raised his hand and said loudly:
"The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are waiting for you. Today I will let you see what kind of poems can write the word 'Dongmei' well."

"Of course, let me see if the poems about 'Dongmei' I wrote below happened to be read by you."

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone delivered!

Yang Chen took a deep breath.

But it is a morning plum.

A tree of cold plums and white jade strips, back to Lincun Road and Pangxi Bridge.

I don't know if the water flower is the first to be launched, it is suspected that it has not been sold after the winter snow.

As Yang Chen wrote, someone beside him recited aloud.

When the man said a word, Mr. Li's face turned pale.

The poem is completed, the spiritual light is shining, the floating shadow is in the sky, the words are like stars shining brightly, and the phantom of an old plum branch appears in the sky, shaking with the wind, the dark fragrance is tangy.

Surrounding Lao Mei's phantom, there are even more brocade clouds and beautiful flowers.

After writing this song, Yang Chen didn't stop writing.

keep writing.

Xuemei.

Mei Xue struggled for spring and refused to surrender.

Mei Xu Xunxue is three points white, but Xue loses Mei for a while.

Everyone continued to chant, their voices were clear, and in the dark void, it was like thunder, an inexplicable voice, with mysterious power, descended out of thin air.

It was as if the gods were chanting.

Mei Xue struggled for spring and refused to surrender.

Mei Xu Xunxue is three points white, but Xue loses Mei for a while.

This poem resounded in the void, the spiritual light soared into the sky, the sky was filled with clouds, the flowers were beautiful, and the divine voice was rolling.

At this time, the blood on Mr. Li's face was gone.

Pale as paper.

The spirit of the whole person is a little trance.

The girl behind him who was covered with a black veil felt a little unbelievable. In her beautiful eyes, there was a sense of bewilderment, disbelief, disbelief, regret and helplessness.

"how can that be?"

"how can that be?"

"how can that be?"

"Why is that so?"

She kept mumbling to herself.

Yang Chen is immersed in poetry, not disturbed by external objects.

Continue to pick up the pen and write.

This time, he wrote about Mo Mei.

I saw the words falling on the paper, the spiritual light was self-generated, the glow was shining, the divine voice was like thunder, and there was no need for others to recite it.

The tree beside the inkstone pool in my house is blooming with light ink marks.

Don't let people praise the color, just leave the air full of vitality.

The three poems are connected with the one from Haruyuki just now.

There are four poems in total.

Every song is a classic.

Every sentence, every word has been meticulously crafted.

There are snow, plums, snowy plums, and plums dyed with ink...

In one go, the four poems were almost completed at the same time. The four poems all had an astonishing spiritual light, and in the end they even inspired the gods to recite, shocking the entire city of Wei.

With the birth of the divine music, the sky was full of hype, and the aura was surging. Many mortals were baptized by the mighty power of the gods, and their bodies became stronger. Some people who had diseases recovered immediately without any medicine.

In the sky above Weicheng, there are splendid flower clusters and brilliant clouds.

The flower clusters are beautifully connected into one piece, the clouds are steaming and the rosy clouds are blooming, and the atmosphere is myriad.

Each big character, like a big mill flying into the sky, bursts out with a thousand zhangs of light. Everyone has seen every word of these four poems.

Especially the last poem.

Last two sentences.

Don't let people praise the color, just leave the air full of vitality.

After writing.

Yang Chen threw the pen away, ignored all the scholars present, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly and went out.

Everyone was stunned.

Looking at the aura that has not dispersed for a long time in the sky, it turns into a beautiful flower group.

Listening to the rumbling divine voice filling the sky over Weicheng.

They were all at a loss.

Each of the next three poems was infinitely better than the first Haruyuki.

If the first song was plagiarized by Yang Chen.

Are the next three better poems plagiarized?
The answer is obvious.

The first song was not copied.

The next three poems were not copied.

Even mortals don't know.

But don't the gods all over the sky know?

Don't you see, the three poems written by Yang Chen have already aroused the recitation of the gods.

This is shocking, weeping ghosts and gods.

God's eyes are like lightning, if such a poem is copied, the gods will never recite it in person.

Yang Chen was wronged.

It was Mr. Li who was slandering Yang Chen.

Everyone's minds turned around. When they looked at Mr. Li, their eyes were cold and filled with disdain.

When looking at Lin Shushu, it was more like looking at a pile of garbage.

In order to monopolize the leader of the 'Dongmei' poetry meeting this time, this person has resorted to all means.

It's a disgrace to the literary world, a gentle scum.

Don't let people praise the color.

Only the fresh air is full of heaven and earth.

The silent Yang Chen, proud of his character.

This is the real reader.

Everyone looks back.

I only heard a wild laughter full of sorrow, and only saw a thin figure staggering away.

The back was far away, but everyone felt that the thin back seemed like a towering majestic mountain that could only be looked up at.

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A wild laugh.

And that staggering thin back.

"Hahaha, what a 'Dongmei' poetry club, what a majestic one of the four princes!"

"That's all, that's all!"

"Although I'm not talented, I don't want to be with such a hypocrite!"

"Let's go, let's go!"

The few scholars who came to Xiyuan with Yang Chen laughed, their waists were straight, their feet were on the snow, and they walked away gracefully, revealing the dark ground under the snow.

"Brother Yang, wait for me!"

Mr. Du, who had been by Yang Chen's side all the time, came to his senses at this moment.

Spreading his legs, he trotted towards Yang Chen.

Mr. Li was stunned.

Mr. Li was sweating like rain, and his body was shaking non-stop.

Mrs. Chen and Mr. Lu also had a cold light in their eyes, looking directly at Mr. Li with an invisible aura, like two mountains falling from the sky and pressing down on Mr. Li.

Mr. Li felt that his breathing was stagnant, his eyes turned black, and he passed out.

The girl covered in black gauze lost her soul, and sat there paralyzed, as if her whole body had no bones, limp into a ball.

Lin Shushu roared even more in his heart: "It turns out that what I felt that day was true, and it turns out that Yang Chen was really hiding something!"

"His secrets are hidden, but he grasps Lin Jiakeng's misery!"

(End of this chapter)