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The air was silent and terrible, as if a needle could be heard.

The literati are like a lost concubine, and they are unreservedly shown by the camera.

They are no longer as simple as being slapped by the envious fish, it is a terrible thunder landing, one by one, a suspicious life that has been smashed!

Tranced.

Someone's voice intermittently: "It turns out that he didn't want to be a player to compete with us, not because he was afraid, but because he felt that we were not worthy..."

Two hundred poems!

Come here at your fingertips!

Continuously!

A classic!

How can the people of this generation bother to compare with mortals?

What "I don't speak first when spring comes, which bug dare to make a noise"!

What "Ercao's body will be destroyed with fame, and the rivers will not be abandoned forever"!

This is the thunder anger of Xian Yu, some poems are almost in front of the literati in the audience, pointing to the nose and cursing, but that peerless talent makes people unable to bear the slightest courage to refute!

Is the most brilliant curse without dirty words?

The most brilliant scolding, it is obviously that someone pointed to the nose to scold you, and you are still screaming at his scolding tone!

…

"Sit on the well and watch the sky."

Not all literati at the scene were dissatisfied with Xian Yu.

There were also very few literati who chose to be silent when they raised their hands before.

At this moment, these few people were full of emotions, but their eyes clearly looked at Hua Weiming who took the lead.

this moment.

Inside the tenth pavilion.

Hua Weiming's soul did not guard the house, his eyes seemed to lose focus.

Suddenly four words flashed in his mind, these four words are called "disappearance and fame".

The heel is slightly soft.

Hua Weiming felt that his eyes were darkening, and he was actually in a coma. Fortunately, someone nearby helped him for the first time.

"It's time to faint."

Hua Weiming thought bitterly, then closed his eyes, ignoring the exclamation in his ear.

Shame him.

Pretending to be dizzy is the best way.

Because Hua Weiming didn't know how to face the next scene.

This feeling of wishing to dig into the ground three feet into the seam, burying myself fiercely has never happened before.

Keep staying here and he becomes a joke.

Although dizzy or not, he has become a joke.

A doctor ran over in the distance. This kind of large-scale literary event was equipped with a medical team. He was quickly taken away for treatment while the audience watched.

…

The seventh pavilion.

Similarly, a literati who had not raised his hand before spoke with a soft but unspeakable irony:

"Little Xianyu..."

Someone once jokingly called Shu Ziwen "Little Xianyu".

Shu Ziwen regarded it as a major humiliation in his life and could not accept such a name.

However, at this moment, people realized that if the three words "Xiaoxianyu" were true, then how much they would uphold Shu Ziwen.

There was "Li Du" in the Tang Dynasty.

Later, there was the saying "Little Li Du".

In fact, "Little Li Du" is a kind of reputation.

Now "Little Xianyu" has become a reputation.

It's just that Shu Ziwen can't afford or deserve this title at all. If he really has the faint demeanor of "Little Envy", he won't end up with a disgrace today.

this moment.

What Shu Ziwen thought turned out to be:

If I can also faint like Hua Weiming, it will be better.

Jiang was still old and hot, and Shu Ziwen was younger after all. He didn't know that Hua Weiming was actually pretending to be dizzy.

Now.

Any look at Shu Ziwen made Shu Ziwen feel uncomfortable, and his whole person was like an ice pit, as if his thinking had become stiff.

This is even the mentality collapsed.

Don't say let Shu Ziwen compose poems at this time, just let him say something in public, and he can't say a word.

…

The rain has gradually stopped.

The eight judges on the board of judges are still standing there.

At this moment, their state is a bit like He Qinghuan who had returned from Xianyu before.

Shocked.

There is awe.

There is fear.

I admire it.

There is also a loss.

They finally understand why He Qinghuan is so strange today.

He Qinghuan must have seen Xianyu's poem in advance, and thus predicted the scene just now in advance.

No wonder he was unwilling to sit down.

What qualifications do they have to sit when Xianyu is present?

Can't sit still.

They are the judges.

However, as judges, none of them dared to comment on the poems of Xianyu easily!

Xian Yu gave up his status as a judge.

Thinking of this, the remaining judges feel uncomfortable. If Xianyu is not qualified to be a judge, what about the eight of them?

Dapeng rose with the same wind one day.

Soaring for ninety thousand miles?

That day should be today.

The scene was completely awkward. At the foot of Lushan Mountain where no one was speaking, the judges stood up, and only the wind blew after the rain, which was obviously cool but it made the whole body chill.

…

Of course the scene will not stay awkward forever.

Director Huang has not forgotten her responsibilities, although the inner shock she felt at this moment was unprecedentedly strong:

"Everyone!"

She finally spoke: "Although Ms. Xianyu has retired, our poetry contest will continue. Ms. Hua Weiming withdrew due to physical reasons, and the rest will continue to compare."

There is no mention of Xianyu's poems.

It’s not that Director Huang is unwilling to mention it, but that it’s simply impossible to talk about those two hundred poems. Where do we start to talk about those two hundred poems? NS.

Yes.

Existing in name only.

With the poems of Xianyu, it doesn’t make any sense what to do next in the poem conference. Does it matter who wins and loses? The audience will not remember them. The audience will only remember the nine days of Xianyu’s rise to this day and "!

"As for Teacher Xianyu..."

Director Huang laughed suddenly, a little abruptly, and seemed to have a thousand different feelings, but in the end it only turned into one sentence: "It is no longer a genus of the world. Just the banished immortal of the day, we have privately visited this world."

The so-called poem conference has become a joke for children.

Xian Yu's withdrawal from the Poetry Conference should also have this intention, not only because the literati are not worthy to compare with him, but also because he wants to defeat this literary event in his own way. He does not participate in the competition. Other people's competitions are meaningful. NS?

It's just to complete the task.

Director Huang has seen this point thoroughly, and other scholars have seen it thoroughly, but they can only bite the bullet and compare it, although their minds have already drifted far away.

…

Studio.

The dumbfounded audience returned to their senses one after another. The important thing about the barrage was that it exploded, and it was denser than the raindrops on the top ten pavilions at the foot of Mount Lu!

online.

Audiences from all continents are crazy!

Qin Qi, Chuyan, Han Zhao, the six continents are boiling!

"what!"

"Kneel!"

"Kill crazy!!"

"Heavens, let's kneel together."

"Is Yu Dad eligible to be a judge now?"

"Daddy Fish is crazy! I'm going crazy!"

"How could there be such a monster in the world!"

"With the blue star's poems, Xianyu has soared in daylight!"

"Look at Nima's poem conference!"

"I'm going to review those poems just now!"

"Two hundred poems, two hundred poems in total, the first classic!"

"It's definitely not on the spot, this is the accumulation of Yu Dad burst out!"

"Whether it's on the spot or not is not the point at all. This accumulation has traversed the ten major pavilions, and it has been shining forever!"

"Unprecedented!"

"And no one will come!"

"Xianyu is a poetic fairy, and even a sage of words. Apart from these, I can't think of other words to describe Xianyu!"

"For some people, this is the darkest day in the Blue Star literary world, but for most people, this is the brightest day in the Blue Star literary world!"

Will be the top of Ling Ling, overlooking the small mountains.

When Xianyu leaves, it's like a nuclear bomb baptism. The ten big pavilions at the foot of Mount Lu are full of feathers.

Blog!

tribe!

forum!

Circle of friends!

Everyone on the entire network was shocked!

Scalp numb, countless goose bumps!

No one pays attention to the follow-up development of the Poetry Conference anymore, everyone unanimously chose to replay the poem just read, and then frantically excerpt and interpret—

All poems!

All words!

Even those long and short gifts!

We must know that the countless audience not only included ordinary netizens from all continents, but also some literati who did not participate in the poem conference!

…

There are many big cows in the audience!

However, no matter how big a cow is facing these poems, it will inevitably feel embarrassed!

"With the poems, Xianyu has become the end."

"What he left for the literati was a back view, but what he left for the literary world was a stream of light that quickly went away but could never catch up. From now on, the literary world will do better than anything else, anyway, it is meaningless than ancient poetry."

"This group of guys will have to grab the jobs of modern poetry with us."

"The ancient poems are so well written, who would dare to say that Xianyu can't write modern poems."

"Fortunately, we are playing modern poetry and prose."

"There was an ancient saying about poetry and songs, what Zhao Zhou people are most proud of, today was completely defeated by Xianyu."

"In this situation, I want to compose a poem."

"Um?"

"Who is the peak at the end of the poem? When I see Xianyu, the road becomes empty."

"I think your level of poetry is also very good, suitable for writing fantasy."

"Seriously, these poems are destined to shock the literary world. I am afraid that even the Literary and Art Association has to pay attention to it. Xianyu's collection of poems is going crazy, and I am sweating for my children."

"What does it have to do with your children?"

"Do you think these poems will not be promoted by the Literary and Art Association? How many of them are called peerlessly famous. It's weird that children are not required to memorize the full text and write some appreciation."

Depend on!

It seems to be true!

At this moment, the expressions of all literati quickly became weird.

Xian Yu is going to surpass the ancients and become the most hated writer of modern children!

God knows how many people in the future will be tortured by his madness and anger today!

anyway.

The last thing the Blue Star students hate is Xianyu, or the literati who persecuted Xianyu in the top ten pavilions at the foot of Mount Lu today?

To know.

If Xianyu didn't shock the audience in this way, it would be a joke if everyone was pulled down from the judges' seat.

He is fighting back.

Although the counterattack was too shocking and even a little overdone, it was always to maintain one's dignity, although the price was that the dignity of the literati on the scene was rubbed in the ground.

…

Lin Yuan's home.

The whole family was shocked!

After a long time, the family recovered.

My mother suddenly said, "Go buy a chicken, buy another fish, and stew soup for our son."

Look at this bargain.

The elder sister laughed: "It's for your son to stew soup, not our son."

"Replenish your brain?"

Dayaoyao understands it very well.

Antarctica wagged its tail and yelled, very interested, and had a bone to eat.

It's just that my sister finally murmured with a weird expression: "If he fills up his brain, I'm afraid the Blue Star literary world will hit gg amidst the laughter."

Ok.

I'm afraid that my brother's brain has become the treasure of the Blue Star Art Association, and he really needs to make up for it.

…

Astral Entertainment.

Office of the Chairman.

Li Songhua, who watched the live broadcast, was silent for a long time.

Of course he knew that these literati would not be able to pull Xianyu off the court, but the direction of the event still frightened him!

Shock!

Unprecedented shock!

This shock was not even weaker than when Li Songhua learned that the shadow of Chu Kuang and Xian Yu were actually when Lin Yuan was alone!

"Is this god?"

"Still down?"

Li Songhua was stunned for a long time before he recovered, and then immediately contacted the public relations department, shouting: "What are you still doing in a daze? Let's take action!"

What to do?

Of course it is to build momentum!

This is an unprecedented trend. The company has to contribute its efforts to help Xianyu win the altar. Although it does not require the company to act, Xianyu has already been on the altar in the field of Bluestar's ancient poetry!

Because it's not just the stars that will create momentum.

The major media responded more quickly!

The fact that Xianyu smashed the ten pavilions at the Lushan Poetry Conference has already appeared on the front pages of major news newspapers with the shock of netizens and audiences!

Don't care what type of media it is.

People in the entertainment circle and culture circle are all reporting!

At the same time, Li Songjing's gaze flickered: "It must be checked, who is behind the scenes, is it Zhongzhou taking the shot again?"

…

Lin Yuan felt like he was crazy.

Copying two hundred poems is really dizzy.

Obviously before, I was still adhering to the argument that "the wood show is in the forest and the wind will destroy it", so I turned my head and smashed the poem conference venue!

This is more than "wood show in the forest"?

This is clearly the "good luck clock **** show"!

The coffin board of the celestial romance cannot be held down anymore.

Because this time Lin Yuan not only gathered up Li Du, Xiao Li Du and Su Xian, but also invited more great gods out together.

Thousands of years have blown, and the light of literature shines.

Which one is not a model that can be sung and circulated by the people of the past generations?

The cell phone exploded without accident.

The family called, the company called, and the studio called. All acquaintances were concerned.

Everyone forgot.

At this time, it is obviously more worthy of attention to those literati who are still biting their heads to complete the poem conference.

some of.

Yinlan Bookstore even contacted Xingmang, saying that he wanted to invite Xianyu's collection of poems to be published by them.

Yinlan Library didn’t know that Xianyu was Chu Kuang, and his ideas were very beautiful. I just wanted to take advantage of the relationship between Xianyu and Chu Kuang to get the moon first by coming to a platform near the water, because at this time it’s not just Yinlan Library, but almost everybody. Countless publishers large and small in the continent have contacted Xingmang, wanting to help Xianyu publish a collection of poems, and the conditions for issuing them are even higher.

This can be regarded as an inevitable development of the event.

Everyone understands the value of those poems. Once published, they will be spread throughout Blue Star.

Sudden.

Lin Yuan's eyes became clear.

He felt that he should change his mind.

Considering what Mu Xiu Yu Lin Feng will destroy, since some people want to find themselves unhappy, why should they play low-key?

Foreshadowing is enough. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Xian Yu has long been packaged as a genius, it doesn't matter if he is more genius than a genius, no matter what the demon wind is blowing?

It is not necessarily who destroys anyone.

When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom.

The incense soars through Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor.

The merger of the Blue Stars is imminent, and the eight continents in the future will have countless eyes staring at themselves and peeping from different fields. Today, this kind of trouble will never be encountered again in the future.

Because the established stage is that big.

Can't let everyone go up and dance.

Some people want Lin Yuan not to be a judge. If they want to force him to step down, they can only fight back powerfully—

Mu Xiuyu "Lin" is ready!