Hua Chenye let out a low cry. This is the highest level of poetry.

When writing poetry, the highest realm resonates with heaven and earth.

It was incredible that Liu Wuxie actually did it.

The people who mocked Liu Wuxie just now closed their mouths, as if they had eaten a stinky duck egg.

That taste is self-evident.

A ray of light emanated from Murong Yi's eyes.

"This is impossible. Is it a mistake? It depends on how he is less than twenty years old, so how can it resonate with heaven and earth?"

Many people are dissatisfied and think that this is just a coincidence.

A good handwriting requires continuous training over the years, rather than a night of effort.

This is the same as practicing martial arts.

No one can master an extremely superb martial arts in one day.

The same is true for calligraphy.

"Maybe he's lucky!"

I have to admit that when Liu Wuxie wrote, he definitely had the style of a master, and he was silent in his own world.

The expression on his face was no longer green, but a touch of solemnity, like a mature and persistent elder.

When the last word fell, the airflow surrounding Liu Wuxie instantly turned into fog, disappearing without a trace.

Liu Wuxie was unaware of it and gently put down his pen, and his poems were finished.

Most people know about the poems, and after Murong Yi's comments.

Only a few people are left, and have not been announced yet.

"Miss Murong, please give me some advice!"

Bai Zhi stood up, picked up the poem on the table, threw it away, and floated in the air.

Apart thousands of meters apart, you can see clearly with your spiritual sense.

The people on the shore have not left for a long time, and the more they gather.

"You ask if you have not returned for the next day, and the night rain of the cave is rising on the autumn pond. Why should you cut the candle in the west window together and talk about the night rain in Bashan!"

The people around them read out word by word.

The sound was loud and spread throughout every corner of the pleasure boat.

"What a good poem!"

Whether it is a pleasure boat or a by the Dongting Lake, everyone is admiring this poem.

Whether it is a person or a scenery, it is very appropriate to describe it.

Especially the first sentence, I asked Murong Yi implicitly when the two would meet. The second sentence was titled Dongyue Lake, and it started drizzling again in the sky.

It was autumn now, and the lake water rose, which just confirmed that the moonlit night rain rose in the autumn pond.

The third sentence clearly shows the thoughts. Why should we cut the candle in the west window together? This means to have a two-day break and fly.

The last sentence is rhyme, enjoying the scenery and rain together.

Most of the poems tonight are basically like Murong Yi’s confession.

Such a peerless beauty, plus the mysterious Yipinxuan, who can marry her, wouldn’t she be on par with the ten major sects?

No wonder so many people flock to it.

Yipinxuan has a strong background, and Murong Yi is the owner of Yipinxuan. With his amazing appearance, no one can resist it.

"Young Master Bai is worthy of being one of the four talents in Ninghai City, and he wrote very well!" Murong Yi praised repeatedly. Compared with others, at least he did not write very explicitly.

"It is my honor to be able to catch Miss Murong's eyes!"

Bai Zhi bent down slightly and the poem floating in the void fell on Murong Yi's table.
Chapter completed!