Society is afraid of indulging in infrastructure in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 83 83. Qingzhao Comparison of Words (2)

"Like a Dream", "Drunken Flower Yin", "Slow Voice", "Wulingchun", "A Cut of Plum Blossoms", these poems, one after another, express thoughts and sorrows, and can be regarded as eternal quatrains, so beautiful. Extreme.

The Qingluan in the golden cage flapped its wings, but still couldn't stop shouting, like applauding.

"There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frowned, but it was in my heart..." Someone murmured, and when they saw this sentence, they couldn't help covering their faces and started crying.That unforgettable lovesickness is like poison, and the uncontrollable feeling floods my heart again after it sprouts.

"Flowers drift by themselves and water flows by itself. One kind of lovesickness, two places of worry." Nie Daiyu raised her head after reading in a hoarse voice, thinking of something sad, and tried her best to suppress her tears.

"Xun Xun Xun Xun, deserted, desolate and miserable." Xiao Luo was stunned after reading it. What kind of talent, what kind of genius, can write such words and sentences, fourteen characters repeated, sad and sad , weeping and complaining, every word filled with tears, who can rival him!Who would have thought!

"Green, fat, red and thin... Green, fat, red and thin! Exquisite! Genius! Genius!" An old scholar stood up and shouted excitedly, pointing to the poem on the Wutong platform, "Such a great talent can only be seen once in a lifetime. No regrets!"

"Things are things and people are not things, and tears flow first when you want to speak." When Qi Han saw these words, he forgot where the depths were, and was shocked by this terrible talent.

Duan Yuling, the lord of Dou Mei City, looked at the poems on the Wutong platform with emotion. He never thought that there would be a person who could write thoughts and sorrows so heartbreakingly that he couldn't help but cover his heart. This person is enough to go down in history. Leave a name.

Xiao Yi's eyes met Lan Yu's in the competition, and they both lowered their heads calmly and retreated from the Wutong Terrace.

How can their poetry be compared with it? They were so proud when they competed just now, but now they know that their talents are limited.

But how lucky they are to be able to see such a masterpiece today.

"Caibi" does not seem to be so important at this time. Li Qingzhao's poems are like real treasures from a treasure house that no one knows, dazzling and breathtaking.

At the beginning of Dou Mei City's establishment, the city lord was a woman, and he had set the rule that "caibi" must be a woman.Countless people ridiculed this rule, but now, Li Qingzhao's poems make "caibi" more beautiful.

The meaning of sorrow, suffering and lovesickness in this sentence is tactful and subtle. If it is not a female poet, how can I write such delicate and dexterous words and sentences.

"Better than" Weiyang City wins!No doubt!

At this time, Li Qingzhao got up, but like Zhao Feiyan, he searched under the Wutong stage, and smiled when he saw Xiao Yi who was copying her poems with his head bowed under the stage.

Xiao Yi was called out by the maid beside her, and when she saw Li Qingzhao's smile, she held her breath somehow. The woman in front of her seemed to be smiling at her across time and space.

Li Qingzhao threw the fan in his hand to her, Xiao Yi caught it in a hurry, holding the fan as if he had found a treasure, but he was in a daze and didn't know what to do.

Li Qingzhao nodded in satisfaction, and the summoning array in Yumao's hand was once again radiant, and her figure drifted away like this.

Xiao Yi stared blankly at Li Qingzhao's disappearing figure, but saw that the words on the fan kept changing, and the poems on the Wutong Platform also flashed.

This turned out to be a legacy!
Xiao Yi looked at Mu Zixiao, the city lord of Weiyang City, and never thought that she would get such a chance. Did the lord of Weiyang City invite an immortal?But City Lord Mu of Weiyang City on the stage was still as immobile as a mountain, no one could tell what she was thinking of writing, and she didn't even look at herself.

But the jade cat on the parasol platform blinked at her. Xiao Yi understood a little and quickly hid the fan.

Fortunately, no one noticed the words appearing on the fan.Such a treasure will definitely attract everyone's covet.

The first day of the Beauty Competition ended with Weiyang City's victory. Whether it was Zhao Feiyan's palm dance or Li Qingzhao's poems, the other cities were unable to fight back.

No one expected that such a dark horse would come out of this conference.

And there is no trace of the summoned person at all, as if he was conjured out of thin air, which is so surprising.

This made it even more obvious that Mu Zixiao and his master and teacher's interest were unfathomable, and even if they wanted to do something, they still had scruples in their hearts.

Mu Zixiao looked calm on the surface, but in fact his own spiritual power was exhausted, he ate dinner with all his might, and wanted to fall asleep when he entered the wing room, but he saw himself sitting on the bed by himself outside the screen!
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