Just a little bit of light.

But Chen Shaojun’s words actually gave rise to haze!

The comparison between the two is like the fluorescent light compared to the bright moon.

"'Zi Sheng Yanxia' is something that even a talented person would have a hard time achieving, let alone me. How could this bastard do it?"

At this moment, Xie Chuan was completely shocked and could no longer remain calm.

However, on the other side of the stream, Chen Shaojun was completely unaware. At this moment, everyone on both sides of the stream, except Xie Chuan, stood up. Everyone was shocked by the haze on the paper.

Chen Shaojun was totally forgetful. His pen moved faster and faster, and the haze grew more and more and rose higher and higher. By the time the last word was written, Chen Shaojun's three-foot rice paper was already covered with haze.

"There are no flowers in bloom."

"Standing proudly, Hanqiu has endless aspirations."

"I'd rather die with the fragrance on my branches!"

"Never blown away by the north wind!"

…

Chen Shaojun finally finished his writing, and the sonorous and powerful voice sounded throughout the bamboo forest. The breeze blew, as if the four lines of poetry were blown into everyone's hearts.

At that moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Chen Shaojun, and their eyes were full of disbelief. In the crowd, they saw Chen Shaojun dressed in hunting robes, proud and proud, with an otherworldly aura about him.

Dead silence!

The entire Bamboo Garden was completely silent!

At this moment, everyone was shocked and dumbfounded!

At this moment, the most shocking thing was Xie Chuan at the head of the stream.

"Impossible, how could this mediocre guy actually write a poem of this level and quality!"

Xie Chuan looked calm on the surface, but his heart was filled with turmoil.

Having been in contact with Chen Shaojun so many times, Xie Chuan knew very well how much he weighed. In every gathering, Chen Shaojun was mediocre and had no sense of existence.

Who would have thought that he would have such a sharp edge and amazing talent? One chrysanthemum chant, four lines of poetry, the style, pattern, and artistic conception are all top-notch choices.

There are poems about Bamboo Forest every year, and thousands of them have been circulated, but in terms of artistic conception and quality, none of them can compare with Chen Shaojun.

Even Xie Chuan had to admit that this poem had reached a level that many scholars could look up to.

"Xie Chuan, what did you say?"

Chen Shaojun's sleeves were flicking, his eyes were like lightning, and he stood out from the crowd, arrogantly dominating the audience.

Xie Chuan's face suddenly turned extremely pale, as if someone had slapped him hard on the face.

He thought of the beginning, but never thought of the ending.

At this moment, there was an invisible pressure in the void. Even time seemed to have stopped. You could hear a needle drop. Even Zhou Yuan and Lu Zhi, the biggest supporters of Xie Chuan, were speechless. Chen Shaojun’s talent

It’s just one in a million, it’s just because I was blinded by reincarnation.

Now that the luster has been washed away and the brilliance is restored, how could a poem fail to impress him?

"Master!"

Just when Xie Chuan was most embarrassed, under the cover of the bamboo forest, no one noticed that a skinny finger stretched out from behind Chen Shaojun, tapped him gently, and reminded:

"...It's time to talk about that matter."
Chapter completed!