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What?

The couplet at Wangjiang Tower that made the Sage of Poetry indulge in it was created by Xu Fengqiu?

At the same time, he also wrote the matching line, 'Moonlight for ten thousand years'?

Everyone showed shocked expressions.

Wasn't it rumored that Xu Fengqiu didn't like poetry and prose, and wasn't a talented person?

This move is simply amazing.

Gu Changsheng frowned.

He, Xu Fengqiu, created the first line?

Wait!

Gu Changsheng and Li Mufeng suddenly realized something!

They were very certain that Xu Fengqiu was someone who did not like poetry and prose.

He had absolutely no talent.

Coming up with the second line indeed shocked them!

But now, the first line was originally his?

Then it's very simple.

He, Xu Fengqiu, is still the Xu Fengqiu without talent.

He just prepared this couplet in advance.

This second line was not improvised on the spot after seeing the first line.

He had prepared it long ago.

And this couplet, in all likelihood, was not written by Xu Fengqiu himself.

It's likely that he knew he was coming to the poetry gathering.

He asked other talented people to create it, and he just memorized it.

That's more reasonable.

Thinking like this, the shock from before completely disappeared.

So, that's how he wants to play?

Engaging in this set of falsehoods?

It's fine if he doesn't have talent himself.

But he still wants to shine at the poetry gathering?

Without talent, he will eventually be exposed.

Gu Changsheng sneered in his heart: "This is actually good news. Originally, I could only humiliate him slightly, but if Xu Fengqiu has no talent but engages in falsehoods, once this matter is discovered by everyone, hehehe, he will completely lose face!"

"So, you wrote this first line?" The Sage of Poetry looked at Xu Fengqiu and asked.

Xu Fengqiu nodded: "It was also my first time coming to the World Poetry Tower, and I had some feelings, but I forgot to sign my name."

Li Mufeng clapped his hands: "Brother Xu is amazing. In that case, Brother Xu saw the scene of the World Poetry Tower located on the river and immediately created the wonderful line, 'Looking at the River Tower, watching the river flow'."

"And just now, you instantly came up with 'Moonlight for ten thousand years'. Even Senior Sage of Poetry couldn't do it. Brother Xu has such great talent. No wonder you said that this brother's poetry is just ordinary. That makes sense."

Li Mufeng's words had a hidden meaning.

The Sage of Poetry and so many great poets couldn't come up with the second line in a short time.

But you're so good, you wrote the first line on the spot after seeing the World Poetry Tower?

And the second line was also thought of on the spot?

Then you're really amazing.

More amazing than the Sage of Poetry, Her Majesty the Empress, Zhuge Chen, and Wei Yannian.

Therefore, after hearing Li Mufeng's words.

Everyone probably understood what he meant.

This Xu Fengqiu is obviously pretending.

The Sage of Poetry naturally heard the meaning in Li Mufeng's words. He picked an unimportant question: "Oh? Which poem is ordinary?"

Ji Bochang presented his poem with both hands.

The Sage of Poetry took it and looked at it a few times.

"There is talent, but if you look at it with the talent of Little Friend Xu's couplet, it is indeed ordinary," the Sage of Poetry commented.

"Thank you, Senior Sage of Poetry," Ji Bochang said respectfully.

The Sage of Poetry returned to the stage and sat down.

"Your Majesty the Empress, the poetry gathering can begin," the Sage of Poetry said.

Empress Shengyao nodded: "Young Master Xu has made a good start with his couplet. So, everyone, the poetry gathering officially begins tonight."

Everyone saluted.

The Sage of Poetry said: "This old man also has the idea of ​​accepting disciples at this year's poetry gathering. Therefore, I hope to accept the best performer at this year's poetry gathering as my disciple."

Many people looked at Gu Changsheng.

The Sage of Poetry also looked at Gu Changsheng: "Changsheng, I hope you can bring the amazement of four years ago to this old man this year."

Gu Changsheng bowed: "This junior will not disappoint Senior Sage of Poetry."

He, Gu Changsheng, does have talent.

But the poem that amazed the Sage of Poetry in the previous session was actually prepared by him long ago.

To be precise, he accidentally discovered a poor scholar in the mundane world. He was a poetry fanatic.

He actually wrote many good poems that shocked the ages.

Gu Changsheng killed him, collected all his poems, and memorized them.

One of them amazed the Sage of Poetry in the previous poetry gathering.

He believes that he has memorized so many poems of various themes, and they will definitely come in handy tonight.

First become a disciple of the Sage of Poetry.

Although he knows that his actions are the same as Xu Fengqiu's.

But, Xu Fengqiu is the target of public criticism, no one will question him, Gu Changsheng.

Moreover, he, Gu Changsheng, does have talent.

"Everyone, what should be the theme for the first round of poetry exchange today?" Zhuge Chen asked.

Empress Shengyao looked out the window and sighed: "The moonlight is beautiful tonight."

The Sage of Poetry laughed loudly: "Your Majesty the Empress praises the moon, and Little Friend Xu just came up with 'Moonlight for ten thousand years'. Then, how about we take the moon as the theme for this first round? What do you all think?"

"Of course, there's no problem!"

"There are so many poems and prose with the moon as the theme since ancient times. Precisely because there are too many poems with the moon as the theme that have been passed down through the ages, it is even more difficult to create poems that will amaze everyone."

"So, talented scholars, cheer up. You have one incense stick's time, and there are no restrictions on poetry."

"..."

Some directly sat down in their seats, holding their brushes and conceiving ideas.

Some walked to the side of the hall, looking at the scenery and the full moon outside, thinking about something.

Some were whispering and discussing with each other.

"Brother Xu, I never expected you to have such talent. I admire you, I admire you," Li Mufeng said with a smile.

"Brother Li, you are too polite. Please say hello to Sect Master Li of Yaoshen Mountain on behalf of this emperor when you return."

Li Mufeng knew the meaning of Xu Fengqiu's words.

"Brother Xu, must our matter be escalated to the level of sects?" Li Mufeng asked.

"It's just a simple greeting. Why does Brother Li say that?" Xu Fengqiu smiled slightly.

"Hahaha." Li Mufeng laughed, then his eyes narrowed: "Brother Xu, Yaoshen Mountain is always waiting for your arrival."

Li Mufeng is the Son of Destiny who triggered Xu Fengqiu's mission.

Since Li Mufeng dares to directly confront Xu Fengqiu now, he naturally has the authorization of Yaoshen Mountain.

In short, Yaoshen Mountain showed weakness some time ago.

But now, they are not afraid of Xu Fengqiu.

As for the reason, it's very simple.

The ancestor of Yaoshen Mountain has advanced to the Supreme Immortal Emperor.

This is the confidence.

But they will naturally not have the absolute certainty to take the initiative to attack the Xu family.

But they are definitely not afraid of Xu Fengqiu attacking them.

"I will go," Xu Fengqiu said.

"Waiting for you, also, Brother Xu."

Li Mufeng's mouth curled up: "A reminder, tonight's poetry gathering is full of great poets from the mainland, and Her Majesty the Empress and Senior Sage of Poetry are present. A little cleverness can easily be exposed."

After speaking, he also walked away.

He's not pretending anymore.

He directly confronted Xu Fengqiu.

Xu Fengqiu smiled in his heart, then sat down and wrote.

Not far away, Gu Changsheng saw this scene and sneered in his heart.

He's already writing?

I don't know what kind of monsters and snakes he's writing.

Afterwards, Gu Changsheng also wrote.

《Moon Lyrics》.

"With this poem, I will definitely become the existence that amazes the audience at tonight's poetry gathering. It is imperative to become a disciple of the Sage of Poetry."

Gu Changsheng was full of confidence.