Chapter C52
Under the moonlight, the Fairy Ru Yan's dancing style once again conquered everyone here!
At this moment, Fairy Ru Yan was the most beautiful, and also the most moving! After the dance, Fairy Ru Yan said softly, "My friends, we will continue with tonight's exchange, and let Ru Yan reap a lot of benefits. I hope that everyone will be able to perform better in the next stage, showing off their talents. The next part was about poetry and poetry! As we all know, poetry and poetry can embody a person's cultivation. Next, we'll all wait and see! "
"Alright, I think so. How about this? Everyone just witnessed the fairy's peerless dance. How about tonight's propositional poem with the Moon Immortal propositions?" It's just limited to the grace of immortals! " At this moment, an old man who had read a lot of poetry stood up. He could be considered a famous cultural figure in this area and his influence was quite high!
At this time, not only the young but also the middle-aged were pondering. Some lowered their heads in contemplation, some looked towards the moon in association, some fanned and pondered. In the world of poetry, there was no distinction between the older generation and the younger generation. Those who reached the top were the first!
Not long later, someone took out a large table. The four treasures of the study were already prepared!
Tonight was destined to not be an ordinary night. When the Fairy Ru Yan arrived, everyone in the Martial Competition grounds would have a clearer understanding of each other!
"Ah, yes, I am Li Tang. I have already written a small novel. Everyone, please enjoy your appreciation!" The person called Li Tang started chanting.
"The sparse stars accompany with the full moon and the dancing fairies in the moon. tonight will be a magnificent night, and in the East Profound like the moon and the immortals! "
"En, not bad. You have described tonight's grand occasion well, and let others know that this poem is a poem of praise. However, tonight's starlight shines, so where is the sparrow coming from?" Old mister Hongju was indeed different. His appraisal was a very notary's proof!
"As an opening work, this work is still passable. Keep up the good work, young lad!" Some people were also evaluating the situation.
"This humble one, Luo Tianhe, also has one, please enjoy your appreciation." Luo Tianhe could not hold it in anymore.
"On the full night of the moon, the moon is in the middle of the immortal. The peerless beauty Liu Ruyan. A full love dance appears in the human world, who knows who knows who's king and who doesn't know who's god. "
"Wow, good poem, good poem, who knows what it means to be a sovereign but not an immortal! Not bad, not bad! " Once Luo Tianhe finished chanting, Du Zilin began to cheer!
"Although this essay can be considered easy to compose, it can't be considered a masterpiece. It can't be regarded as a masterpiece, it can't be regarded as a masterpiece!" Mr. Hung Sung only said one sentence and stopped talking.
At this time, a few more people's poems had been completed and were being presented one after another. However, none of the Mr. Hung Sung had taken a fancy to one of them.
At this time, Li Jingyun also stepped forward and faintly recited: "Moon's shadow. Under the moon, the goddess dreams for half a night, and during the moon, the date meets the night! "
"En, not bad. He really is a genius. All four verses start with the word moon. He not only expressed his feelings, but he also wrote the moon very clearly. Good poem, this is a good poem! " Li Jingyun was amazed.
This piece is much better than the previous ones. Fairy Ru Yan, what do you think? Mr. Hung Sung gave a rare praise.
"There are indeed many unique aspects to this essay. It contains a faint sadness and that feeling of love. It's very profound. Good poem!" Even the Fairy Ru Yan praised it as a good poem. However, Fairy Ru Yan looked at Ling Xiao afterwards, causing the others to be puzzled. Could this Ling Xiao write something better than this?
Li Mengru stood at Ling Xiao's side, looking at Ling Xiao with anticipation. After all, Ling Xiao's performance on the match just now was extremely outstanding, so what about in the midst of poetry?
"Ling Xiao, I heard that you were already familiar with hundreds of different families when you were three years old and could compose poems at the age of five. How about we broaden everyone's horizons tonight?" A person familiar with the matter said.
"Ling Xiao, come on, Ling Xiao, come on!" After that, many people began to shout together!
With a bitter smile, he looked at Li Mengru who was at his side. Seeing that she was also giving him an encouraging and affirming look, Ling Xiao's entire temperament changed, and he became extremely confident and mysterious!
"The beautiful scenery of a beautiful morning cannot hurt the heavens, and she dances elegantly towards the moon. Who will accompany me in this dream? In this dream, when will we reunite? "
"Oh my god, Sir Ling Xiao is truly an unparalleled scholar, his achievements at such a young age in the poetry world truly makes this old man ashamed!" After hearing Ling Xiao's poem, old mister Hong Ru immediately clapped his hands and shouted.
"Not bad. Not only is it called a masterpiece, it is also the first one to open a new world in poetry. No one has ever come before, no one will ever come here." "Admirable, admirable!" Another old man of considerable status praised.
Pah pah pah pah, everyone present was shocked by Ling Xiao. If he had such a high Inherent Skill, not only would he be terrifying in terms of cultivation, he would definitely be a disgrace to others in terms of writing!
Immediately after, someone wrote Ling Xiao's poem and quickly brought it to a nearby place to let even more people know!
At this time, Fairy Ru Yan Ye walked over, exclaiming about Ling Xiao's astounding talent, and sighed. Ru Yan is impressed! "
Ling Xiao laughed as he shook his head, he did not say much and only held Li Mengru's hand tightly!
Afterwards, he heard old mister Hong Ru say: "Forget it, since we already have Sir Ling Xiao's masterpiece, then we might as well drop the propositional poem and allow us to freely perform, okay? "The following poem style is limitless, the format is limitless, and everything is displayed freely. If someone wins the championship, this old man will join someone else and serve them!"
"Ss, is old mister Hong Ru standing in line? Is he considering which family to join?" A lot of people were also thinking the same thing.
Many of them were rogue cultivators, so if they could enter a clan with this opportunity, it would be many times better than having no direction to travel alone. Moreover, many of them were already old, so they were no longer suitable to go out and adventure, but needed to consider the issue of retirement and old age.
Not long after, someone began to speak.
"Everyone, I have a poem in my heart. Please appraise it."
"The world is vast and boundless. Who can be sad? The night is cold, and you can't help but feel anxious. Even if the fairies were to descend from the sky, they would not be able to stop you from passing through time!"
One can see that this friend has regrets in his heart. In the face of the boundless universe, the genius is like a crucian carp in a river, while he himself does not have such talent, and can only be lonely in a small corner. This is the attitude that many people in our world have, and it is fortunate that the last sentence is too pessimistic, so the rest of your life will turn yellow! Mr. Hung Sung was indeed an old Taoist, he could tell the good or bad words just by listening, this was the accumulation of experience!
"Yes, we are such great youths, why can't we draw our swords at the prime of our youth? Our greatest asset is youth, because when we are young, we have limitless possibilities!" A young man said.
"I also have a poem that I would like to ask everyone to help me comment on: A Night Light Cup is a tear-provoking poem. A cup of water has emotions, but it is surrounded by walls. Butterfly love flower, turned into a butterfly and flew, wandering around late at night, when will I return from the dream? "
"Not bad, this poem isn't bad. It's well written!" Someone said after reading it.
When you wake up, you still haven't walked out of the wall. Young man, love is something that we have to pay for each other, maybe your relationship is very good, but what you need to do is not only to search for your dreams, but to truly walk out that door. When you come out, you will find that the world outside is so wonderful, and sometimes you will have to see how much you have to pay for it! Every comment of old Mr. Hongju can enlighten people and make them understand the true love of many worlds!
After that, a lot of people started taking out their best poems, hoping to receive good reviews. During this time, Yang Tian, Ling Chen and the others attacked again, and Luo Tianhe and the others were not willing to be outdone, but at the same time, Old mister Hong Ru did not praise him, it was not that his poems were bad, but that he did not feel grateful!
After a long while, the Mr. Hung Sung said to Ling Xiao, "Sir Ling Xiao, why don't you show your skills again? Everyone, how about it? "
"Alright, Ling Xiao, you can do it again. From now on, we will only look after you!" Some people looked favorably upon Ling Xiao.
Without saying a word, Ling Xiao closed his eyes and sunk into deep thought. After a while, everyone discovered that there were faint traces of tears at the corners of Ling Xiao's eyes.
"Red Dust and Night Rain, what about Clear Dream? Little by little, he recalled. When they met in the dream, Awakening From the Dream! A myriad of lovesick clouds sent in, filling the city with their thoughts. Touch the black hair in your arms lightly, my beloved knows, and gently caress your intestines and worry about you! "
"Oh god, such a beautiful mood, such a beautiful feeling, such strong feelings of love, such hazy love, such moving words! It's simply too beautiful! " Many people were full of praises, praising everywhere.
But Ling Xiao was still deep in his thoughts, because at this moment, Ling Xiao suddenly remembered every single detail of being together with Meng Ziyan. Such a deep memory, such words to worry about, and such moving tears. At this time, as if he had felt Ling Xiao's feelings, Li Mengru did not say anything, and only quietly accompanied him at the side.