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Chapter 380 Spring River Flower Moon Night

Wen Dao Tianjiao and Martial Arts Heroes gathered together for a youth cultural gathering, which was extremely lively.

However, there was something wrong with the atmosphere. In the entire literary meeting, the scholars were actively performing, but there was a helpless and oppressive atmosphere permeating the Baizhang Qingfeng.

A song from the hometown of the strong man of Xianwu, the king came from his hometown, and all the scholars on the entire Qingfeng felt a feeling of being out of breath.

All the scholars have given their own works, but there is still no work that can surpass the song "From the Hometown of the Immortal Martial Master".

On the entire Qingfeng, only the most famous Yueyue talent, Yang Chen, has not shown his own work, and this is the only person on the entire Qingfeng who has the opportunity to make this work that surpasses Jun Zi’s hometown. .

Following Mr. Chen's and Mr. Lu's light words, they attracted the eyes of all the heaven's favored people on the entire Baizhang Qingfeng.

Yang Chen smiled wryly. Today, since he overwhelmed the birch forest, which was one of the top ten talents in Washington that day, Yang Chen didn't want to continue to be in the limelight.

Recently, with the release of each of Yang Chen's works, Yang Chen's fame has risen to almost everyone, but he also knows that his fame has come too fast.

There is a feeling of being top-heavy and shallow-rooted, and a solid foundation is still needed.

However, looking at the fiery gazes of the crowd, Yang Chen knew that he would not be able to avoid it today, and his reputation might rise to a higher level.

Scholars hope that Yang Chen, who is also a scholar, can write a peerless poem that can suppress the power of Xianwu; and the power of Xianwu also hopes to see Yang Chen's peerless talent at today's outing essay.

It is said that Yang Chen's eloquence is a chapter, and Xiong Huai is beautiful. Wherever the pen is written, it is a classic handed down from generation to generation.

I want to take this opportunity to go to the Wenhui, and I want to see it.

"Master, sir, everyone has seen that poem before. It is indeed a rare and good poem. If it is spread and under the blessing of thoughts, it will surely be famous forever, and the poet's name will also follow the poem. It has been passed down and left a name in history."

"With such a poem, today's Outing Wenhui will be famous in literature and history. Its brilliance has already overshadowed many other poems."

"I originally had a little poem, but when faced with such a poem, I was embarrassed to show it."

Yang Chen shook his head. He himself was very confident that he could write a poem that was no worse than this poem From Your Hometown, and there were even poems that could be better than this poem.

However, he also knows that these poems of his are all moved from other worlds, borrowed for his own use, and it is extremely unfair to use some tried and tested chapters handed down from generation to generation to compare with poems made by others .

Hearing what Yang Chen said, the eyes of Mr. Chen, Mr. Lu, and all the scholars and martial arts experts here are all brightened. Unexpectedly, if you ask me casually, Yaoyue Talent really has a real masterpiece in his hand. .

"What kind of poem is it? I also invite talented scholars to recite it on the spot, so that everyone can appreciate it."

"If you can hear two handed down poems at today's outing literary meeting, it will really be a good story."

Yang Chen smiled faintly, since he was going to come up with a poem, he naturally wouldn't deliberately admit defeat, let alone, at this moment, there was still a poem that had been brewing in Yang Chen's heart for a long time.

This is a poem that Yang Chen likes very much. In the original world, if he had nothing to do, he would take out this poem and recite it silently.

"Since everyone likes it, I will read this poem to everyone. I hope everyone will like it."

Because the psalm he was going to recite was indeed a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, a masterpiece among the psalms.

Taking a deep breath, the whole person was in a very calm state, the voice was leisurely, and it spread everywhere, and everyone on the Baizhang Qingfeng could hear Yang Chen's melodious and somewhat agitated voice, it was like a loud voice. Che whispered a classic handed down in his ears.

"The name of this poem is Moonlight Night on the Spring River."

The tide of the Chunjiang River connects to the sea, and the moon and the sea coexist.

Twinkling and twinkling with the waves for thousands of miles, where is the spring river without moonlight!
The river flows round Fangdian, and the moon shines on the flowers and forests like hail;
Frost in the sky flies unconsciously, and Baisha cannot be seen in Tingshang.

There is no dust in the sky, and a lone moon wheel in the sky.

Who on the riverside saw the moon for the first time? When did the moon on the river shine on people at the beginning of the year?
Life has been endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year.

I don't know who Jiangyue is for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds were gone, and Qingfeng Pu had no worries.

Who's Bian Zhouzi tonight?Where is Acacia Mingyue Tower?

Poor wandering upstairs in the moon, should be shone away from the makeup mirror.

The Yuhu curtain can't be rolled away, but it is returned on the anvil.

At this time, we look at each other and not hear each other, and I am willing to follow the monarch every month.

The swan goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night the dream of Xiantan fell, and Poor Chun didn't return home.

The river flows and spring is gone, and the river pond falls to the west.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is endless.

I don't know how many people will return to Chengyue, but the moon is full of love.

Yang Chen's voice echoed in the Baizhang Qingfeng. Everyone heard this poem. Listening to this poem read by Yang Chen, a beautiful picture appeared in front of everyone's eyes and hearts. The picture scroll, the picture scroll is slowly opened, and it is a moonlit night in the spring river, which is too beautiful to behold.

Everyone was dumbfounded, following Yang Chen's voice, they were immersed in the world described by Yang Chen's poems.

Following Yang Chen's chanting, one could hear a crackling sound suddenly coming from Master Chen's sleeve on the Baizhang Qingfeng, Master Chen's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly took out the things in his sleeve , but it was a bronze-colored gossip compass. At this time, this gossip compass was criss-crossed, and there were many cracks like dense spider webs.

This is a magic weapon of Yunqi Academy, which has been handed down along with the academy since the academy was built, and has been in the hands of every generation of the academy's dean.

Every day during the outing at the Qingwen Wenhui, the contemporary dean will bring this gossip compass with him. After activating the gossip compass with his own talent and aura, a big gossip-sealing formation will emerge. The sky is beyond the reach of the earth, hiding the aura of talent in everyone's poems.

However, at this moment, the gossip compass, which has been passed down for a long time, is also torn apart at this moment. The gossip-sealing formation that originally covered the Baizhang Qingfeng suddenly shattered. , gathered towards Yang Chen's side.

(End of this chapter)