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"Hey, just such a perfunctory poem, wouldn't it be too good? What if the reward you get is rubbish?"

"Lawful poems like Jingyesi, let me think about it..."

Liu Wenyu looked at the two lines of poems he had written, and this game always felt more real to him.

If it's just this kind of poem, then the rewards won't be much better!

After thinking for a while, his eyes lit up, he erased the two lines he had written, and started writing again.

If one ranks the ancient poems he has learned, then those two poems give him the best feeling!

-A...

Wen Guo.

Everyone closed their eyes and indulged in the poetic realm quietly, felt the morality of the poem, and activated their own poetic nature, and the awe-inspiring righteousness of the whole country was shining.

Suddenly, with an exclamation, people opened their eyes one after another, looking at Wen Wangjuan suspended in the air.

Just now, they couldn't feel the poetic flavor, and they didn't even show the poetic realm.

The sky returned to its original brightness again, and there was no more moonlight.

"Huh? This poem is half written, can it still be erased? Isn't it impossible to rewrite the paper once written on King Wen's paper?"

"This poet probably has a lot of King Wen papers! So, I feel dissatisfied, so I changed it?"

"Ah, the old man just touched the threshold of Xianshi, why did it disappear? Where is the one below?!"

"Look, this King Wen Scroll!"

One looked at King Wen Juan in the air in horror, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

In the air, the two lines of poems on the giant scroll of King Wen disappeared completely, shaking violently.

While trembling, endless phoenixes, dragons and auspicious clouds flew out from King Wen's scroll, shining colorful lights all over the sky, extremely gorgeous!

"This... is the scene of the hymn々.!"

"Holy poems? It is recorded in the scroll that whenever a hymn is published, countless auspicious clouds and birds will congratulate it, shining in the sky and the earth!"

"Heaven's blessing to our country! There is a hymn!"

"This hymn has not written a word, and there are such signs, it must be the best among hymns!"

Handwriting began to appear on the scrolls of King Wen spread thousands of miles away, which were obviously bent and twisted like chickens pecking at each other.

However, the written words shone with colorful brilliance, and in the next second, they escaped from King Wen's scroll and came between heaven and earth!

"Boom——!"

Between Setsuna, the sky seemed to be broken open, and the water of the Taotao River descended with mighty momentum, as if thousands of troops and horses rushed towards Wenguo.

With a ground-breaking momentum, everything that stands in the way of the river will be washed away by the rolling river!

On the volume of King Wen, a poem also appeared on it, and the sound of the great way rang in everyone's ears.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning!"

Looking at the rushing river in front of you, you can hear the beating sound of big drums in your ears, which is so deafening!

A thick expanse spread throughout the limbs, and the stings gradually appeared on the body!

Everyone's faces changed with shock, and they took a step back in unison, looking at the river in front of them with ecstasy.

As the river swayed, he was still full of momentum just now, but in a blink of an eye he turned into a young man.

"Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair is like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening!"

The ardent sun rises, and a river of time flows around the young people.

Under the rotation of the sun, the young people's head full of blue hair turns into white hair one by one.

The sun disappeared, snow began to fall in the sky, and the heavy snow fell endlessly, staining the staggering old man, and his whole body was white.

For a moment, everyone watched the transition between the two. It was clear that just now there was still a magnificent river, a young man in the sun.

And in the next second, he became a rickety old man, with grief and indignation welling up in his heart, and countless people sighed, feeling much older.

"Hey, what can we pursue in life? It's like a two-line poem. What we get will eventually disappear, and we will die too.

"Father, I thought you were alive and taught thousands of disciples, but after death, how could anyone remember you?"

"Everything you do, no matter how vast and magnificent, will be turned into a rotten corpse!"

Wen Guo, all the arrogance and righteousness are gone, filled with black air, decadent.

The powerful people looked at everything in front of them, exhausted their energy, and wanted to stop all these people from being intoxicated in the poetic realm.

However, he shook his head helplessly and sighed.

How can hymns be changed by them? Wen Guo, poetry is everything!

Just when everyone was at a loss what to do, Wen Wangjuan in the air wrote a poem again, startling everyone.

Blooming a huge light of awe-inspiring righteousness, sweeping away all the blackness in Wenguo!

A majestic sound sounded like a sky-shattering blade!

To be happy in life is to be happy, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon"

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone!"

At this moment, two lines of poems flew out of King Wen's volume and surrounded the entire Wen Kingdom. Everyone's hearts were extremely determined, and their faces were full of blood!

I can't wait to let out a long roar and spit out the excitement in my heart! (Qianmao)

On the King Wen scroll, the poems were written slowly, the poetic scene was turned and changed, and the endless singing sounded, beautiful and moving.

The dancers are singing and dancing to their heart's content, drinking and eating, toasting children.

The cheerful atmosphere of all these brought everyone into it until the last line of the poem appeared.

"Five-flowered horses, thousands of golden furs...to sell eternal sorrows with you!"

On King Wen's scroll, all the words and poems that glowed in the air returned to the scroll, quietly.

White paper, black words, as if everything just now was just an illusion, like waking up from a big dream.

There are only Ruibirds and clouds that are still flying in the sky.

After the poem was finished, Wen Guo was quiet, everyone raised their heads, looking at the end of Wen Wang's scroll with bright eyes.

There, a word Mao slowly emerged.

St. .