strokinit Chapter 203: A Handed Down Work
Chapter 203: A Handed Down Work
"Who else wants to continue?"
Tan Qingshu's words spread throughout the Xianqinglou.
Everyone looked at each other, obviously no one thought that his poems were better.
"I am very interested today and want to write a poem."
Lu Yang reached out and pinched a jade plaque.
All eyes were on him.
Tan Qingshu had a look of astonishment on his face.
He remembered Lu Yang's appearance deeply in his heart.
"This kid..."
"What? Do you know this person?"
Shi Lingyao said softly, feeling the changes in Tan Qingshu next to her.
"More than just acquaintance, the Sacred Land Saint Child of Dongzhou who has been rumored in the Central Region recently is this person."
Tan Qingshu's face was a little ugly. He didn't want to mention his embarrassing appearance in Yunshang City.
Even though Shi Lingyao was indifferent, he couldn't help but look at Lu Yang.
"Although this man is incredibly powerful, the competition today is poetry. What is he doing here?"
Tan Qingshu was a little confused, but he soon saw Wang He's figure.
"Wang He? I knew this guy had bad intentions. I'm afraid he deliberately wanted to stir up grudges between me and Lu Yang today."
Having said that, Wang He has always been very arrogant, and he lost face again in the hands of Lu Yang.
Now he is still hanging out with Lu Yang, which is beyond his expectation.
On the other hand, Shi Lingyao looked at Lu Yang with clear eyes and said calmly: "Maybe this person really understands poetry."
Even if the young master of Mountain Sea Tower cheated, Shi Lingyao never took it to heart.
Literary Aura is only two hundred feet, which is not enough to threaten her.
"Who are you? Didn't you see the poem I just wrote? Do you think you can still beat me?"
The young master of Mountain Sea Tower sneered.
In his eyes.
Although Mr. Lin is not interested in cultivation, he has studied poetry all his life, and there are only a handful of people who can surpass him in poetry.
Even Xu Qingxiao of Taiji Academy and the third prince of Wenyu Dynasty fell into deep thought.
Guess the person's identity.
Those who can stand up at this time are definitely not ordinary people.
Lu Yang ignored the young master of Mountain Sea Tower.
The latter was about to get angry.
But someone spoke first: "Are you all blind? Primordial Divine Mountain massacres ancient creatures, Great Emperor Dojo suppresses three tribes Divine Child, what kind of shit ancient evildoers, you have to stay away from Brother Lu."
As soon as these words came out, they caused an uproar.
Tan Qingshu was even more stunned.
The person who spoke was none other than Wang He.
"What the hell is Wang He doing? He even cursed himself with these words."
Tan Qingshu was puzzled.
Lu Yang also looked at Wang He strangely.
"I didn't expect that Brother Lu not only has amazing strength, but also has a lot of research on literature, which is beyond my expectations."
Tan Qingshu obviously didn't believe it. He thought Lu Yang and Wang He were plotting something.
Lu Yang's expression changed and he recognized Tan Qingshu.
It seemed that the other party did not want to seek revenge on him.
"I have been studying for a few years."
These words made the entire Xian Qinglou fall silent.
"Is this person just entertaining them?"
"How many years of study do you dare to compete with these monsters who have entered Taoism through literature?"
If it weren't for Lu Yang's amazing record, someone would have yelled angrily.
Only Wang He laughed secretly in his heart: Go ahead, the louder the noise, the better.
"Okay, there is no limit to this poetry battle. Anyone who is willing can challenge it. Saint Child can begin."
Shi Lingyao's words were very powerful, and the restless Xianqinglou immediately fell silent.
Lu Yang didn't hesitate either, he was sure to come up, so he naturally had confidence.
He also knew some poems in Profound Heaven World in his memory. Even if he was at the level of the crane in his previous life, he could tell that the level of poems here was too backward.
If I take out three hundred Tang poems and Song lyrics, will there be too much commotion?
Lu Yang tapped his fingers and thought deeply.
After a moment, he waved his hand and wrote in the void.
Relying on the vague memory of his previous life, he wrote a poem "Jiang Xue" by Liu Zongyuan.
"Birds will fly away from thousands of mountains, and all traces of people will be wiped out."
"Boat PC World Weng, fishing alone trees and snow."
Lu Yanglang read it aloud.
In just a few dozen words, a picture of the snow scene in Jiangxiang can't help but emerge in everyone's mind.
Could it be that this person has traveled to the northern plains of Profound Heaven World?
It is covered with ice and snow all year round.
Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to make such poems suitable for the occasion.
Shi Lingyao was shocked.
Just a rough listen to this poem, I feel good.
As the last stroke fell, the jade tablet in Lu Yang's hand trembled and came out.
Suspended above the void, the majestic Literary Aura rushed towards the dome like a surging tide.
Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
But all the arrogance and evildoers with some literary talents all got up.
"This is, Wen Gong is trembling!"
And the old man behind the young master of Mountain Sea Tower was still in a daze, murmuring the poem written by Lu Yang.
He even ignored the calling of the young master of Mountain Sea Tower.
The Literary Aura inspired by this poem directly broke the score of two hundred feet, which is amazing.
"Three hundred feet!"
"Four hundred feet!"
"Seven hundred feet! Is it possible that there will be a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!"
Tan Qingshu's face was full of shock, Literary Aura, which can move seven hundred feet, is one of the few existences in the poetry world of Profound Heaven World.
Even Shi Lingyao, who is as strong as Shi Lingyao, is silent at this time, his eyes are filled with the light of Literary Aura.
Wang He's eyes widened even more, as if he had seen a ghost, he opened his mouth for a long time, but didn't say a word.
Soon, the astonishing Literary Aura broke through thousands of feet, straight into the sky, and even practitioners thousands of miles away saw this dazzling brilliance.
"Thousand-Zhang Literary Aura, a masterpiece passed down from generation to generation."
After a long time, the astonishing Literary Aura gradually dissipated, and a magnificent voice came from Emperor Wen's Wen Palace.
At this time, Lu Yang is bathed in the majestic Literary Aura, like a peerless sage, full of Literary Aura.
At this time, the spiritual power in Lu Yang's body was agitated, showing signs of transformation.
Emperor Wen's Palace of Literature actually wanted to guide him in the direction of cultivation through literature.
This is obviously not what Lu Yang needs.
After Lu Yang restrained one after another, he gradually calmed down.
However, this impressive movement still surprised Lu Yang.
He even doubted that if he took the path of becoming a Taoist through literature and directly recited dozens of poems and essays from his previous life, wouldn't he immediately become a sage?
At this time, the Xianqinglou was completely silent, and one could even hear the sound of heavy breathing.
"Saint Child is really a great talent. I don't care if I don't do this poem. I have already lost. If I want to come to the first place in this grand event, it must be Saint Child."
Shi Lingyao said slowly, the originally indifferent face faded away, and the eyes looking at Lu Yang already had a hint of surprise.
These words brought all the shocked Tianjiao monsters back to reality.
The young master of Mountain Sea Tower stared at Lu Yang with a gloomy face.
Xu Qingxiao and the third prince looked as if they had eaten shit, their faces ugly.
Originally, their defeat was not too ugly. Compared with Lu Yang now, they are simply not as good as a hair.
How could they, who had always been proud, endure this?
"I don't know if Saint Child is willing to give me a favor. Let's go to Qingcang Academy to talk all night long. I'm still a little confused about the charm of this poem."
Shi Lingyao's face was soft, and there was a trace of expectation in his autumn-like eyes.