Reborn as a fiend statue

The eldest prince's face didn't look very good, he was actually compared with others.

But in the blink of an eye, he thought that Zuo Xu was his, and the eldest prince's expression softened a lot.

After all, we are all our own people from now on, so there is no need to care too much.

Rose Fairy began to read Xue Weihan's poem:

"Drinking Alone Under the Moon"

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

Raising glasses to the bright moon, facing each other into three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.

For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.

My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are in confusion.

We meet and enjoy each other when we are awake, but we disperse when we are drunk.

We will travel together forever, and we will meet again in Miao Yunhan.

"Damn it, gold really appears now, and His Highness Snow's poem has become a poem passed down from generation to generation."

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any close friends. It feels so lonely. I raise a glass to the bright moon and look at each other as three people, which even more expresses the author's loneliness."

"The last description of this poem seems to be very lively, saying that "the shadows form three people", but the so-called three people are only His Highness Snow himself.

Inviting the moon and shadows to come and have fun with him actually makes his loneliness even more obvious. It is indeed a rare treat!"

"I don't quite understand why His Highness Xue can write such experienced poems at such a young age?"

"Who knows? Maybe Your Highness Snow has some unknown secret?"

"To be honest, it is a worthwhile trip to witness the birth of true poetry that has been handed down from generation to generation."

"Haha, that's right, that's right."

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Xue Weihan's poem completely set off the atmosphere at the scene.

That is a poem handed down from generation to generation, a masterpiece that is rare to see in ten thousand years.

The previous poems were close to the poems handed down from ancient times, but they were only close and did not really become the poems handed down from ancient times.

"Drinking Alone Under the Moon" is not close to it, but has truly become a poem passed down from generation to generation, without any exaggeration.

No matter what the result of the competition is, Xue Weihan's reputation will spread throughout the human race.

The eldest prince Zi Hong, the new champion Zuo Xu and others looked very ugly.

As the hosts of this poetry conference, they unexpectedly lost to an outsider.

"Your Majesty Xue, congratulations on writing a poem that will be handed down from generation to generation." Yu Yi cupped his hands in congratulations.

Xue Weihan laughed heartily: "Haha...Brother Yu, thank you. Your and Princess Yue's poems haven't started to be sung yet. Xue believes that your poems will not be worse than Xue's."

Liu Yunyue smiled confidently: "Of course."

Fairy Lotus began to recite Liu Yunyue's poem:

"Asking Wine to the Moon"

When will the moon come to the blue sky? I'll stop drinking and ask.

People cannot reach the bright moon if they climb it, but the moon travels with people.

The bright sky is as bright as a flying mirror approaching Danque, and the green smoke extinguishes the clear brilliance.

But when I see the night coming from the sea, I would rather know that I am missing among the clouds.

The white rabbit makes medicine, autumn returns to spring, who is Chang'e living alone next to?

People today do not see the moon of ancient times, but the moon of today once illuminated people of ancient times.

People in ancient times and today are like water flowing, and they look at the bright moon together like this.

I only wish that the moonlight would always shine in the golden cup while singing and drinking.

"Damn it, it's golden again, and "Wine to Ask the Moon" has also become a poem handed down from generation to generation. Aren't poems handed down from generation to generation valuable now? There are two poems published in a row."

"It's amazing, it's amazing. Her Royal Highness Princess Yue is indeed a genius of the same level as Her Royal Highness Snow, and she has also created a poem that will be passed down from generation to generation."

"People today cannot see the moon of ancient times, but the moon of today once shone on the ancients. People in ancient times and today are like running water, and they all see the bright moon like this."

Ancient people and modern people are no more than the number of sands in the Ganges River, just like the passing water.

However, the bright moon they saw was as eternal as ever, which was wonderful."

"Princess Yue is so awesome, I will be Princess Yue's biggest fan from now on."

"Brain and residual fan plus one."

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Yu Yi had to admire that two guys, Xue Weihan and Liu Yunyue, could actually write poems that would be handed down from generation to generation.

As soon as Liu Yunyue's handed down poem came out, the faces of the eldest prince and others turned completely dark.

It would be okay if there was only Xue Weihan, but if Liu Yunyue appeared again, wouldn't it be a slap in their faces?

And it was like hitting the left cheek and then the right cheek.

Baihua Fairy Hua Qingwu chuckled and said in a low voice: "His Royal Highness Snow and Princess Yue have both written poems that will be handed down from generation to generation. Mr. Fish, what surprises can you bring to everyone?"

She spread out the scroll with her slender fingers and her eyes widened. There was a song on it, and the music score was also arranged for easy singing.

Hua Qingwu is a master of music. You can tell at a glance that the melody of this poem is very beautiful.

She played the score in her mind several times to adjust her mood, opened her red lips lightly, and sang Yu Yi's...oh no...it was a copied verse:

"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When will the bright moon come"

When will the bright moon come? I will drink wine and ask the sky. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky.

I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places.

Dance to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world...

Hua Qingwu's voice is soft and the orchestral sound is gentle.

No one has ever heard such a weird melody, but they think the melody is so good that people can't put it down.

"Shui Tiao Ge Tou" sounded in the Red Sleeve Pavilion, and spread outward through the sound transmission equipment of the array, breaking into every painting boat on the river.

Before the first half of the song was finished, there was no sound of conversation in the Red Sleeve Pavilion or on the river or square outside.

Hua Qingwu's singing was unpleasant, fitting the artistic conception of the words and phrases, but it was done in one go.

There are many people in the courtyard who have profound literary skills, and they have already noticed the ethereal, grand and distant artistic conception of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou".

Link by link, the scene captures the emotions, and at the same time, it is able to describe the moonlit night in an ethereal way, without the slightest hint of fireworks.

In just a few words, it is the atmosphere of the fairy palace that makes people feel relaxed and happy.

It is no exaggeration to say that any two sentences copied out from Shangque are both quatrains!

"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qi household, the light will keep you awake. There should be no hatred, why will it last forever when we say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing to do in ancient times.

I hope that we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart."

After Hua Qingwu sang the last line, she found that the surroundings were very lonely and everyone's eyes were empty, and she felt a little embarrassed.

Don't you sing well?

Yu Yi gave a thumbs up and praised: "Fairy Baihua is indeed a master of music, her singing is so beautiful!"

After singing the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", everyone thought about it for a long time.

Xue Weihan muttered for a long time and said with a wry smile: "The sentence structure and melody of this song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" are excellent.

Brother Yu, once your "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" comes out, no one will dare to write Mid-Autumn poems anymore!"

Liu Yunyue already has a preference for good poetry, let alone witnessing the birth of a unique masterpiece?

Princess Yue sighed: "I want to ride the wind back, but I'm afraid it'll be too cold in the high places!

If anyone else wrote this, they would be considered young and frivolous.

But with Mr. Yu’s poetic talent, what’s the harm in saying, ‘It’s always cold at high places’?

In my opinion, Mr. Yu deserves the title of the most talented person in the human race!"

The eldest prince and others had already fallen into a sluggish state, as if they could never imagine that they would lose completely.

Regarding everyone's reaction, the one who was least surprised was Yu Yi.

It's not that he has confidence in himself, but that he has confidence in "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"!

When it comes to Mid-Autumn poetry in later generations, "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" is always a mountain that cannot be bypassed.

Su Shi's words have been passed down through the ages and will never fade.

In the eyes of poets and poets, there are even "Chinese

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"Autumn lyrics, as soon as the first song of Zi Shui Diao comes out, all the rest of the lyrics are useless".

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"I thought His Highness Snow and Princess Yue's poems were shocking enough. Unexpectedly, Mr. Yu also wrote poems that were handed down from generation to generation. Today's poems that have been handed down from generation to generation all appeared together."

"Mr. Yu's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" is obviously a level higher than that of the two Highnesses, and has reached a level of pure gold."

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine...good words!"

"I'm afraid that the beautiful buildings and beautiful buildings will be too cold at high places...Domineering!"

"I hope we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart... The artistic conception is unique!"

"..."

Yan Qingqing and Zi Xin's cheeks turned red with excitement.

"Xiaoyu, you are so awesome."

"Haha, you are indeed a brother-in-law."

Jiang Yuyao rolled her eyes when she heard this.

Every time she heard the word brother-in-law, she wanted to beat Zixin.

The faces of the eldest prince Zi Hong and the new champion Zuo Xu turned completely dark.

Wu Tianhao also gritted his teeth.

Even Gu Tianming's face didn't look good. He knew that he was destined to lose.

As soon as "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" came out, there were almost no rivals.

Next, the five flower fairies sang the poems of the remaining five scholars. As expected, none of them reached the level of the golden legend.

Even Gu Tianming, who is the best, is on par with the eldest prince.

No need to guess, the top three are Yu Yi, Liu Yunyue, and Xue Weihan.

Sister Hong walked onto the stage and said, "The third round of competition is over. Your Majesty, please read out the results."

The bead curtain of the VIP room in the middle of the second floor opened again.

Emperor Zisheng said with a smile: "Congratulations to Mr. Yu for winning the first prize in the poetry competition. Congratulations to Princess Yue and Prince Xue for winning second place and third place respectively. Congratulations to the three talents for winning the top three."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" x3

Yu Yi and the three of them handed over their hands at the same time.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for completing side mission nineteen: winning the first prize at the Zhuxia Empire Poetry Conference.]

[Task reward: Level increased by 2 levels]

[Rewards are being distributed...]

Host: Yu Yi

Age:19

Power:100630000

Agile:100630000

Spirit:100685630

Defense: 100620000 (physical defense/100620000 legal defense/100620000)

Kung Fu: "Yuan Dian"

Level:lv.70

Special skills: Holy magic (descending of the holy order); divine magic (blessing from the Lord God); divine magic (to save all living beings)

Special items: none

Yu Yi finally entered the ranks of the seventh level, and his body began to undergo qualitative changes.

The seventh level is a high-level field, which is essentially different from the intermediate and elementary levels.

He could feel his materialized body slowly changing, gradually transforming into a divine body.

However, the process will be very slow, and he will need to wait until he becomes a god before he can completely transform into a god.

Yu Yi advanced quietly, his aura fluctuations were completely covered by the Godhead Crystal, and no one noticed that he advanced.

Zi Sheng was a little dissatisfied with Yu Yi's casual behavior.

He frowned slightly, but quickly covered it up.

Xue Weihan is the fifth prince of the Xuelan Empire, and Liu Yunyue is the little princess of the Liuyun Empire.

Both of them have extraordinary status, but it's just that they are nothing.

Mr. Yu was only a first-class commoner, at most a minor nobleman, but he had a big air of authority, which made Zi Sheng somewhat unhappy.

There were many intellectuals and powerful people present today to watch the ceremony. Zi Sheng had a good self-restraint and did not show it.

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