These two lines were actually written for Liu Wuxie himself, which is in line with his current state of mind.

When I came to Ninghai City, I didn’t even have a friend, let alone a confidant.

But after tonight, no one in the world knows you.

After tonight, Liu Wuxie will become famous in Ninghai City.

Everyone was stunned. Is this the poem he wrote?

Murong Yi's mouth was slightly opened. She read a lot of books and believed that she was reading books all over the world, but tonight, it opened her eyes.

"Six roosters floated to themselves and left Tianbao for dozens of days."

After Murong Yi finished reciting it, she felt sad. This paragraph describes Liu Wuxie's state of mind at this moment.

I felt sorry for myself, and no one understood his state of mind. It has been several months since I left Tianbao Sect.

No one speaks.

Liu Wuxie not only described the scene, the old friend, his own situation, and expressed his own mood.

There are so many stories in a poem.

"My husband should not be enough for poverty and humbleness, and today we meet without any money for wine."

After finishing the last paragraph, Murong Yi's face was blushed.

After drinking Murong Yi’s wine tonight, I definitely can’t pay for it.

The previous sentence, the true meaning of Liu Wuxie is now low and will soar to the sky sooner or later.

Not a real husband, but it can be understood so, no wonder Murong Yi blushed.

The scene was silent.

There is no sentence in Liu Wuxie's poem that looks like Murong Yi's confession, but it makes everyone feel that this poem touched Murong Yi.

"What a good poem!"

Many people looked at Liu Wuxie with admiration. Not everyone is hostile to Liu Wuxie.

In the hearts of normal people, Liu Wuxie's poem can compete with one or two, except for Hua Chenye's. The poems of other people are not worthy of carrying shoes for him, and they are not of the same level at all.

Those who hated Liu Wuxie naturally made a sarcasm, believing that Liu Wuxie's poem is difficult to reach the elegance.

Both sides have their own opinions and no one is willing to give in.

There were many disciples of the Qinghong Sect, including the disciples of the Daqi Sect and the princes of Ninghai City, all of them attacked Liu Wuxie.

Murong Yi is the goddess in their minds, how could Liu Wuxie, a foreigner, be involved in it?

"What a shitty poem, I know nothing. In my opinion, Yin Jingwu won this battle, and everyone said it was right."

Jia Fengmao stood up and supported Yin Jingwu, believing that what Liu Wuxie wrote was a bullshit.

"That's right, this poem is full of words, so how can you come from Senior Brother Yin?"

Those who supported Yin Jingwu held up their hands and collectively thought that Liu Wuxie's poem was too bad.

And it's extremely different.

Only a few people choose to remain silent. They know very well that if this poem by Liu Wuxie is spread, it will be passed down for generations.

There are too few people who support Liu Wuxie. They are unwilling to support Liu Wuxie at the risk of offending Qinghongmen, so they can only pretend not to hear it.

Whoever wins and who is inferior, no one is blind.

Are the people from Qinghongmen blind?

Of course not!

They were just unwilling to admit it. Once they admitted it, it meant that Yin Jingwu would lose Yu Ruyi.

Everyone had to look at Murong Yi, and she would judge who had better poems.

And at this moment, the verse floating in the air suddenly burned.

No one has ever seen such a scene. How could a good poem burn on its own?

There is no spiritual fluctuation or elemental excitement, it is entirely ignited by itself.

"Look at me!"

There were bursts of exclamations coming from the pleasure boat, and the words written by Liu Wuxie actually flew out of the paper and floated in the air.
Chapter completed!