Ou Huang spares his life

Chapter 106
Chu Nan's reputation has become more and more popular in the entire Lanshan City. To what extent, even Chu Nan himself does not know.

From the moment he stepped onto Xiaoyue Pavilion, he became the focus of the audience.

Those discussions can be heard clearly even across a lake.

"Master Chu"

After seeing Chu Nan coming up, Li Chengfeng was respectful and bowed slightly: "Please~"

After the Bloody Trial, Li Chengfeng's attitude towards Chu Nan changed drastically, and even Chu Nan felt uncomfortable for a while.

And Li Ruoxi, who was always cold, couldn't help but smile, her beautiful eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

Luo Yishu on the shore stomped his feet angrily after seeing this flirting scene.

In the eyes of everyone, Chu Nan finally walked in front of the black stone tablet.

He closed his eyes, the corners of his black clothes were blown by the breeze, and he seemed to want to ride the wind.

"Which song should I make?"

One poem after another was fighting in Chu Nan's mind.

When he was on the shore, he had been entangled for a long time, but he knew too many famous poems, and he felt overwhelmed.

Amidst such difficult choices, time quickly passed.

"What is Master Chu doing? Why hasn't he written poetry after going up for half a day?"

"Maybe he really didn't know what poem to write, or he didn't have any ink in his stomach, so he couldn't think of it when he was nervous."

"Then why go up there!"

"I dared to go up, but I still admire Master Chu. I would rather go up and be ashamed, but I don't want to be a coward."

Seeing that Chu Nan didn't write a poem for a long time, the people below immediately started talking about it.

And Huang Miao and others are sure to win.

"It seems that this master Chu is also very good at speaking. He dared to let me go and compete with me in poetry. He really knows nothing." Huang Miao opened the folding fan in his hand, and a little ink spread out, and the words "in the well" were actually printed on the fan. Star Peeping" four big characters!
This scene was also seen by many people, causing a great sensation for a while.

Obviously, everyone present understood what Huang Miao meant when he wrote these four characters, and they were naturally mocking Chu Nan for not knowing the heights of heaven and earth, and the vastness of poetry. !
Everyone in the Luo family was also full of anger when they saw it, but they were powerless to refute.

"Cough cough~"

But at this moment, Chu Nan in Xiaoyue Lake suddenly coughed lightly.

Immediately, everyone looked over.

The next moment, I saw Chu Nan looking at the positions of Luo Yishu and Luo Yiluo on the shore, and smiling.

"Jianjia is blue, white dew is frost."

When they first heard it, everyone was confused.

"The so-called Iraqis are on the water side."

But when this sentence came out, everyone's expressions froze.

They felt their hearts beating involuntarily, as if they were about to jump out.

That was a heart-pounding feeling!

Hearing Chu Nan continue to chant poems, his tone was calm but very poetic, as if he was singing.

"Follow it backwards, the road is long and difficult."

"Traveling back from it, Wan is in the middle of the water."

"The reeds are luxuriant, and the dew is not yet clear."

"The so-called Yi people are in the Mee of the water."

"Follow the whirling back, the road blocks and climbs."

"Traveling back from it, Wan is in the water."

"The reeds are picked, but the white dew is not finished."

"The so-called Yi people are in the water."

"Go back from the road, resistance and right."

"Traveling back from it, it's like swimming in the water."

After a poem, the audience was silent and silent.

Like the prelude to the approaching storm, when the black stone tablet vibrated violently, bursts of intense orange light like a rosy glow fell on Chu Nan's body, and the scene finally exploded completely.

"@##￥￥@@##￥%%"

Some people's lips trembled, and they were so excited that they didn't know what to say.

But some ladies are half-covering their shyness.

"Master Chu's poem is so hazy, not only the poems, but also the distance, and the emotions expressed are all hazy and misty, faintly visible, making people feel like looking at flowers in a fog. The beauty is unreal, like a fairy flying from the sky. "

"It's like an ethereal and ethereal painting, outlined with hazy and elegant watercolors, and repeatedly depicted with thick ink and heavy colors to exaggerate the empty and desolate atmosphere, so as to express the state of mind of Master Chu who feels lost and eagerly admired. "

"'Jianjia', 'Water', and 'Yiren' complement each other and form a seamless whole, perfectly interpreting an artistic poetic world."

"Such a hazy poem, but it contains a love like a waterfall. When it's over, I'm completely lost."

It's not like the sounds of horror that come and go after other people write poems.

After Chu Nan made the song "Jian Jia", there were very few screams and surprises at the scene, and most people were immersed in that hazy artistic conception for a long time, completely unable to extricate themselves.

Only from time to time came the voices of some people appreciating.

Even when Chu Nan was overwhelmed by the orange-quality "holy baptism", it didn't cause much commotion.Because in their hearts, it is a matter of course that such poems can obtain the holy baptism of orange quality, and it is by no means unexpected.

"It's like a beautiful woman wearing a transparent silk scarf. You can clearly see the fair and tender skin, the magnificent twin peaks, and the mysterious and ineffable peach garden, but it's half-hidden, and you can see and see The feeling of not being seen, the mountain is not a mountain, and the mountain is a mountain again, very hazy and very real”

Luo Yu's face was full of intoxication: "It's unimaginable that a poem can reach such a state."

On the other side, Luo Yishu's pretty face was full of shyness. She saw that Chu Nan was reciting this poem right in front of her. The love overflowing from that hazy poem almost overwhelmed her, and the deer bumped wildly in her heart. Can't calm down.

Luo Yiluo was standing next to Luo Yishu, her iceberg-like aura seemed to melt away quietly.

The beautiful cheeks were pink, as delicate as the stamens of a newly opened flower.

The closest ones to Chu Nan are Li Chengfeng and Li Ruoxi.

Li Chengfeng also knows poetry quite well. He is also proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. It can be said that he is full of knowledge. Words to describe the evaluation.

It was like a white lotus that came out of mud but was not stained. It seemed that no matter how beautiful my words were, they were a kind of pollution.

At the side, Li Ruoxi gradually recovered from the wonderful artistic conception, but at this moment, she felt a sense of loss in her heart, she didn't know where it came from, and she didn't know where she went.

It has been a long time since Chu Nan finished writing the artistic conception of the poem, but the artistic conception of the poem still flows and covers this area, and all people still cannot break free from that artistic conception, and it can even be said that they do not want to come out, just like wandering forever in.

Even the members of the Huang family were sighing repeatedly.

They were the group who knew poetry best among those present, and the impact of Chu Nan's poem on their hearts was no less than the capsizing of the sea. Only then could they capture the artistic conception of this poem more clearly.

But also because of this, they fell even deeper.
　I'm stuck writing this chapter, I hope I won't disappoint everyone o(*^＠^*)o
　　
　
(End of this chapter)