I saw the big words on the paper vigorous and powerful, as if there was a punch in it, and it was a bit gentle.

"The lotus leaves are five inches long and beautiful, and the lotus flowers are not hindered from the waves. When they meet in August and September, they can cover the beautiful waist."

A beautiful woman recited her voice gently.

"What a beautiful poem..."

"What a poem, what a poem!"

"Brother Li is a talent!"

"It's a poem written by an immortal!"

“…”

Some of the beauties on the list of folk songs are praised by the geniuses on the list of true spirits.

To be fair, Zhang Xuansheng thinks this poem is pretty good, but it's too licking!

This Wanhua Valley contains almost all the flower species in the world, but the place where this pavilion is located is not surrounded by water, so naturally there are no lotus flowers.

There are so many flowers that can be written, but I wrote a lotus flower. As expected, licking dogs never miss any opportunity to lick.

But later, the level of poetry written by people became very ordinary.

Although there were no works like "Ah, this flower is so beautiful.", it really couldn't catch Zhang Xuansheng's eyes.

But whenever someone writes poems, someone will praise each other, and the atmosphere will be lively.

Zhang Xuansheng's thoughts flew towards the sea of ​​flowers, wondering what the legendary Dao Fairy Flower looks like?

Could it be that it is not yet time to be born? Otherwise, according to your past experience, shouldn’t you have already come out and run into your face?

Listening to the sounds of the surrounding Yingying Yanyan, Zhang Xuansheng suddenly picked up his pen and wrote two lines of poems. Then, he seemed a little dissatisfied, shook his head and kneaded the rice paper into a ball and threw it on the ground.

He felt that it was not good to be a literary thief like this. The literature from his hometown in his previous life should not be used in such a place. He could not work with them in poetry and lyrics, but he could not improve his cultivation. So what if he wins?

According to Tan Wan's plan, he could only defeat Wang Cheng, who might come after he defeated, and naturally became famous.

Thinking of this, she stood up, leaned back slightly, and stretched.

This action attracted the attention of many geniuses on the True Spirit List, and even the fairies on the Folk List were lost for a moment.

In fact, many geniuses on the True Spirit List have been paying attention to this place. After all, the fairy named Zhang Xuanyue is so beautiful.

Sitting by the pavilion and not talking to others, Zhang Xuanyue in the silk skirt was like a fairy flower in the clouds, lonely and lonely, and peerless.

The sometimes frowning brows and the empty and distant eyes remind people of the yellow leaves in the autumn valley of the mortal world, with the loneliness of the world, which makes people feel very distressed.

It makes people feel difficult to get close to, but they can't bear to disturb them.

If Zhang Xuansheng knew what those people were thinking, he would probably have vomited out all the meal last night.

He just felt bored, and now he is going to go out for some fun.

"Sister Xuanyue, everyone has done it all right, why don't you give me one?"

But obviously, some people don't want to do what he wants.

Zhang Xuansheng looked back and looked at Jiang Baishui. The other party had just written a good poem, which won unanimous praise.

Jiang Baishui had a very simple mind. She had previously observed that Zhang Xuanyue was suspected of writing a poem, and then abandoned it.

After that, I sat by the pavilion, looking at the sea of ​​flowers, looking at the worrying look. I must have been stumped by writing poetry.

Thinking about it, it is already a stunning qualification to become an immortal in your twenties. Where can I work hard on poetry?

Although it is not a big deal to be able to write poetry, it is also a pleasant thing to make the other person appear as a clown.

Zhang Xuansheng looked at Jiang Baishui with an idiot, then glanced at Fan Bailian again, thinking that your sister seemed to be higher than you.

"Yes, my sister just saw that she seemed to have written a poem. If she really can't remember the new work, why wouldn't she read the previous poems to us?"

Another fairy echoed and said, Zhang Xuansheng speculated that most of them were from Tianxiang Country.

"My sister is doing a fool, so don't let her sisters laugh at me."

Zhang Xuansheng shook his head and smiled.

This behavior is a sign of weakness in Qunfang's eyes.

In the eyes of those geniuses on the True Spirit List, this fairy Xuanyue is so pitiful. Are the other fairies a bit too much?

"Since Fairy Xuanyue is not good at this, there is no need to force her. Why don't we discuss some topics about cultivation next?"

A genius from the True Spirit List spoke to smooth things over. He just realized that the cultivation level of "Fairy Xuanyue" seemed to be very high, and this topic must be appropriate.

Someone started and several geniuses from the True Spirit List followed suit, which immediately made the fairies feel a little tempted and gave Zhang Xuanyue a meal in their hearts.

Zhang Xuansheng smiled and nodded to the geniuses of the True Spirit List thankfully. He seemed to have a little understanding of the mentality of a tea art master.

"Hey, why are there a ball of paper here?"

A fairy from the Frank List picked up a ball of paper from the ground and said in confusion.

Zhang Xuansheng was speechless, then looked at the Fanbai Lotus. He had just noticed that the other party had used some cultivation before "pushing" the ball of paper at the fairy's feet.

When the other party used his skills, his sense of familiarity became clearer. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly realized that this was not the Great Sun Rock Sutra?

Fanbailian is a descendant of Daleiyin Temple? Or is it a person who has inherited it?

He also has a golden body tower of merit, which is the treasure of the temple-stood of Daleiyin Temple. It seems that he will ask Fan Bailian privately for something.

"That was just a abandonment before."

Zhang Xuansheng shook his head, meaning not to take it out and taint everyone's eyes.

But the fairy was obviously instructed and opened it on the spot and displayed the content on the rice paper.

She was waiting for everyone's wonderful gaze. After waiting for a few breaths, she found that there was no movement, so she looked up at the rice paper in confusion.

I saw that the paper was written by Hongmeng Ziqi. The Taoist rhyme was natural, but the pen tip was sharp and there was a little sword energy, making people feel as if they saw a peerless magic sword hanging in the air.

"A thousand reds gather in the deep valley, and I will not release the flowers when the flowers bloom; when autumn comes, September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after the flowers bloom."

In just two short lines of poetry, it is actually not very literary, but the meaning of the pun and the awe-inspiring domineering spirit insult everyone.

This poem has three meanings. The first is that the flowers in the Wanhua Valley are in full bloom, but there is still the legendary Dao fairy flower that has not been born. When it blooms, all the fairy flowers in the valley must bow their heads.

The second part is to mock the fairies present, especially those flowers who frequently write poems and "fight for beauty".

The poet clearly expressed his disdain to compete with the fans, so he did not want to join the ranks of poetry.
Chapter completed!