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The readers of all countries praised it.
One "takes the best" and one "waits to be connected", Li Wenying does not hide the contempt for the Celebrating Kingdom, and does not hide the strong self-confidence and war.
No matter the victory or defeat, the prophet is really hero.
Li Wenying lifts the brush, fills the ink, and writes three characters on the paper.
咏Fang Yun.
Later, he lifted his pen and looked into the distance.
Some people followed Li Wenying's gaze, which seemed to be the direction of Ning'an City and the most important place in the city that Fang Yun experienced.
Li Wenying was slow to write, the audience was silent, no matter how the former Celebrating Kingdom scholars started to swear, but now they are silent, and even some people are nervously pouting.
Li Wenying stood with a pen, like a sword of the same height as the mountain, no one can stop.
Naji Anchang had been smiling all the time, but now he is watching Li Wenying, his face is serious, his eyes are bright, his face is reddish, his body is full of blood, and he is mad.
The general closed his eyes and listened to it because he had no rivals.
After a few more moments, Li Wenying wrote while writing.
The pen is falling into the stars, and the dragons and phoenixes are difficult to collect.
Full house drunk three thousand guests, a sword frost cold fourteen states.
The drums are untidy and the wind is moving.
Ning'an Yongzuo Jin Tianzhu, who squatted in the same year.
This poem says that Fang Yun has written pens, poetry and literary talents are rising into the sky, like a dragon rising, like a phoenix flying, no one can stop, let the stars shake.
Fang Yun Wen Wu Shuangquan, can be intertwined with the crowd on the literary meeting, with poetry to make all the guests fascinated, once fighting, his lips and swords flashed cold, can annihilate the huge place of the fourteen states, the sword is invincible.
At that time, Fang Yun and Barbarian Race battled, the drums roared, the horns shook the sky, the killing of the cold, and even the original warm weather drastically cooled, the army's momentum as a gust of wind swept the world, blowing the mountains and rivers, as if to make the entire Premoldial Sage Continent is entering the fall.
Fang Yun successfully defeated the Barbarian Race and let Ning'an stand up. It seems to become the pillar of the heavens and the earth. It is a solid soup and protects the Human Race from being invaded by foreign enemies.
Human Race has such a person as an example. Who is envious of those who are bound by the dynasty and the princes?
In Li Wenying wrote "pen fall Brilliant stars, Ryūjō Phoenix Zhu potential difficult to accept", many scholars gently nod, no matter how the poem, the momentum of the first two sentences, it is already worthy of Li Wenying, also worthy of Fang Yun.
When writing "full house drunk three thousand guests", many readers shine brightly, this sentence is exquisite, such as a picture that is in front of the eyes, extremely image.
After writing "A Sword Frost Cold Fourteenth State", there was a burst of exclamation at the scene of the literary meeting. Almost everyone was affected by the murderousness revealed in the text.
"It is!"Many bright kingdom people heard this sentence, the hearts of the verdict.
This gentleman's temperament, even if compared with Fang Yun's poetry, is not too much.
Then, there are many tables and chairs that ring and the sound of heavy objects.
Many people, even if they hear it, don’t look at it, they are still staring at Li Wenying, just looking at it.
The Celebrating Kingdom seat, a large number of young readers fell to the ground, the whole body trembled like a sieve, and was shivered by the inexplicable cold.
Ji Anchang, who was drinking tea, shook the cup after holding a "Sword Frost Cold Fourteenth State", held his breath, quietly looked at Li Wenying and looked at the paper under Li Wenying's pen.
When the whole poem is completed, the handed down Baoguang first lights up.
This is a war poem.
Ji Anchang’s face suddenly became pale.
War poems are not hierarchical, but the value of handed down poems is often equal to the poems of the world, and this is the Great Confucian war poems, whose value is higher than ordinary poetry.
What's more, after the emergence of the Baoshi, there was a layer of Baoguang that has never appeared in Human Race.
The talent in the sky, the violent yang, gently trembled, and then gave a brilliant brilliance.
A photo of the world.
"That is……"Jiang Hechuan stood up and looked at Li Wenying, his eyes full of surprises.
Then, countless Great Confucian and Great Scholar got up, and the readers behind them immediately stood up.
"what happened?"
“Why are the Great Confucians so horrified?”
"General Zhang, what happened?"
Zhang Poyue stared at the big eyes, muttering: "Recite the saints of countless poems, become a war poetry and even handed down a lot of poetry, such as the famous war poems and Monarch War poems." However, when the sages are alive, they make poems of sages, and if they can stand up to praise and become poems of the world, they never appear in the history of Human Race! That legend, I am afraid it will be realized…"
"What legend?"
For a time, the whole literary meeting was full of people, and all of them were asking about the legend.
However, those who knew the legend watched Li Wenying quietly.
Li Wenying also showed a touch of surprise, but she did not expect her poem to become a poem.
After watching the formation of the poems of the poems, Li Wenying moved in the heart and looked up at the huge talents of the sky. Then, with a pen, the poems did not burn, but the whole flies out, flying into the violent sun. in.
"Jianmei Gong, what is that treasure?"A Bright Kingdom Palace Graduate can't help but loudly.
Li Wenying looked at the sky's great talents, slow and firm and powerful: "Infinite treasure!"
Many of the Great Confucian, Great Scholar and Aristocratic Family children took a breath, and the legend was realized!
"What is the talent of the day?"Someone asked.
Li Wenying suddenly showed a rare smile, saying: "When you wait for the Great Confucian to go to the temple to learn this Great Confucian battle poem, you will know."
As soon as the voice fell, the poem was wrapped in the poem, and it quickly blasted to the Wenquxing.
Everyone looked up in surprise and finally saw that the violent yang was actually in the Wenqu star.
Wenquxing seems to tremble slightly, and a silver light is emitted outside, like a meteor across the sky, flashing away, not knowing where to fly.
"I am willing!"
Li Wenying suddenly laughed and walked away from the literary meeting, not even taking care of the next distribution of the holy apricot.
Just then, Jiang Hechuan suddenly walked around Xinglin, entered the back of the temple, and then slowly walked back, his face revealing the unseen color.
Several Great Confucians were in the past to ask.
"How did you learn the Great Confucian poems of Jianmeigong?"
"What is the power?"
"You are saying something."
Jiang Hechuan shook his head gently and said, "You go to the temple to learn."
Some Great Confucian glanced at Jiang Hechuan and hurried into the temple. In a short while, these Great Confucian came back, and their expressions were exactly the same as Jiang Hechuan, and their faces were incredibly happy.
The Great Confucian who did not go to rush to ask, their answer is the same as Jiang Hechuan.
Except for Ji Anchang, the rest of the Great Confucian couldn't help anymore, all entered the temple and returned all the time.
In addition to the ugly face of the Celerbrating Kingdom Great Confucian, the rest of the Great Confucian are happy, even if some of the Great Confucian is known for its stereotypes, it is also a breeze.
The rest of the readers wanted to know what happened and rushed to ask, but these Great Confucian are still relishing, no one answered.
Subsequently, a Celebrating Kingdom Great Confucian was sent to Ji Anchang.
Just see Ji Anchang stunned, his body swayed, his body was mad, and a bloodshot was left behind his mouth.
Ji Anchang pushed the chair and walked outside the courtyard.
Many Bright Kingdom people and Celebrating Kingdom people looked at Ji Anchang's back and suddenly remembered that Ji Anchang fled like this many years ago.
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