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Chapter 377 You Can Be Convinced
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Don't understand art!

Don't understand poetry!

Read poetry superficially!
This poem expresses the author's taste and tendency.It is natural for the poet to miss his hometown, but it is beyond words to like plum blossoms.This poem comes at your fingertips, and it comes naturally.

This is an unusual image of a wanderer.

Although it has experienced vicissitudes, it still detached from the world and maintained a free mentality.

In this way, the purpose of the poet in writing this poem is also obvious: he is praising a style of life that is never sophisticated and always maintains a free mind despite the vicissitudes of life.

With the suspense of small things, it conveys every piece of concern and homesickness.

Bai Hualin's face was flushed when he heard it, and he spit out blood at what Yang Chen said, with a decadent expression, and couldn't stop backing away.

Pointing at Yang Chen, "You you you..."

Yang Chen chuckled, "Am I wrong? If you knew poetry, would you call a good poem a bad poem?"

Bai Hualin stepped back, "Don't think that what you say is what you say. I believe that a really good poem will be recognized by the world. If this is a good poem, this poem will generate aura and condense the rhyme of heaven and earth."

"Everyone, please also remove the supernatural powers, so that this place can communicate with the heaven and the earth, and see if this poem is so well spoken by the invited scholar, can it generate aura and condense the rhyme?"

After hearing this, everyone felt contempt for a while.

Even if a poem is a good poem, it doesn't necessarily mean that a good poem can achieve the point where the poem becomes aura and condenses the rhyme of heaven and earth!
Only when the poetry is good to a certain extent and is recognized by the world, can it be possible to generate aura of talent and condense the rhyme of heaven and earth!

Ordinary good poems cannot generate aura at all and condense Taoist rhyme.

Even Master Chen, Mr. Lu, members of the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the elders of the outer sect of Yunxiao Tiangong, and the attendants of the Huoyun God all looked at the birch forest with some disdain.

At this time, after listening to Yang Chen's narration, everyone has already remembered it.

Thinking carefully, what Yang Chen said is not unreasonable. This poem is indeed a rare and good poem.

But whether it can be good enough to produce spiritual light and condense Dao rhyme, everyone is not sure!
How difficult it is to condense Dao Yun to generate aura.

Despite being despised by everyone, Bai Hualin still regarded this as his last chance, and roared angrily, "Why, Yaoyue talent, don't you dare?"

"Don't you think this is a good poem? Don't you have confidence in the good poems in your eyes, so that the good poems in your eyes will generate aura and condense the rhyme?"

Ma Wencai and Liang Shanbo said, "Master, don't agree to this despicable man's request!"

Zhu Yingtai also said, "Yes, Yang Xianggong, I have tasted this poem, it is indeed a good poem, as long as it is a good poem, Yang Xianggong has already surpassed this despicable villain, why bother?" Let this poem communicate with heaven and earth?"

Master Chen also said, "Yes, Mr. Yang, you have already won this competition, why bother!"

Bai Hualin continued to sneer, "Just now, everyone didn't like this poem, but Yang Chen said it, and they thought this poem was good. It's really unreasonable, it's too ridiculous."

"Everyone's understanding of poetry is different. Some people say it's good, while others say it's bad. Only when the world agrees, can I be convinced."

"Otherwise, if each sticks to his own words, how can I give in to you, and how can I admit my mistake to those two juniors!"

Everyone was furious. They had seen shameless, but they had never seen such shameless.

"Yang Chen, if you have the guts, let all the adults remove the supernatural powers so that this place can communicate with the heavens and the earth. Let's see if this poem will be recognized by the heavens and the earth?"

Yang Chen smiled lightly, "In that case, I will convince you."

Gently cupping his hands, he said to everyone, "Please also remove your supernatural powers, so that this guy will be convinced!"

Master Chen, Mr. Lu, the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Yunxiao Tiangong, and the envoy of the gods all looked at each other when they heard the words, "Are you sure you want to remove the magical powers and let this place communicate with the heavens and the earth?"

Yang Chen nodded, but Bai Hualin's face turned pale.

I secretly worry in my heart, could it be that this poem has really reached the point where the poem becomes a living light and condenses the rhyme of heaven and earth?

Everyone removed their supernatural powers, making this place temporarily connected to heaven and earth.

Yang Chen beckoned, let the immortal warrior who came from his hometown come to him, and said politely, "Please also write this poem, and make the first draft of this poem come alive."

There was a sneer on the corner of the Xianwu powerhouse's mouth, but he respected Yang Chen very much.

"Thank you for inviting the talented scholar to speak for me. There are so many scholars on Baizhang Qingfeng. Only Yang Xianggong can see that my poem is a famous poem through the ages. Yang Xianggong's vision is really beyond the reach of these ordinary people."

"This poem is what I got in a flash of inspiration. Maybe in this life, I will never be able to make a second poem like this, but I believe that this poem is enough to make my name last forever, as well as Confucianism and Taoism. Many famous people are compared."

He was compared with many famous Confucianism and Taoism, and his name has lasted through the ages. As soon as this statement came out, the scholars on the Baizhang Qingfeng suddenly laughed and sneered.

Saying these words, a strong aura of talent emerged from the back of the immortal warrior, and the aura of talent gathered together and turned into a plum blossom, which fell in his hand.

The celestial martial artist holds a plum blossom in his hand, and his literary energy is surging, exuding a refined aura.

Everyone was surprised when they saw it.

Unexpectedly, this poem is really a peerless poem, and it has gathered so many talents and auras for the celestial martial artist.

Bai Hualin's face was also pale for a while, and he was at a loss.

With plum blossoms in one hand and a pen in the other, the Xianwu strongman wrote this little poem on a piece of clean white paper. You come from your hometown, and you should know the stories of your hometown. ?
After a poem is written, a layer of aura emerges from the paper, and the literary energy of the world gathers towards this place, surging and worshiping, making this place a vortex of spiritual energy.

The endless aura gathers to create a fantasy. This is a small village with a person, a house, and a plum blossom, which is slowly blooming, and the plum fragrance is overflowing.

A sense of melancholy homesickness emanates from the entire illusion.

When people look at it, they have a feeling of being out of their bodies, immersed in it, and unable to extricate themselves.

A poem forms an illusion.

Simply dreadful.

Spiritual light was born, literary energy surged, and various rhymes were imprinted on this piece of paper, thus turning this piece of poetry treasure into a real cultural treasure.

As long as it is gently unfolded, it can turn into an illusion and confuse others.

Seeing that the immortal martial artist had finished writing this poem, Yang Chen turned his head, looked at the pale birch forest, and said softly, "Now, are you convinced?"

(End of this chapter)