The Divine Martial Stars

The white hand held a roll of white paper, and the face calmly came up and handed it to the two divisions, hanging on the last hanging poetry seat.

The squad sang loudly -

"Wang Guanhua wants to dance alone in the moon, poetry..."

This has just reported the name of the poem, and the crowd in the street of Liufang suddenly sounded awkward.

Lu Xue on the VIP seat couldn't help but laughed.

In the first room of Baoyuelou Tianzi, the second emperor’s eyes flashed a glimpse of lightness, while Liu Chenglong, the director of the nearby church, was also dumbfounded.

Even copied the poem name?

Is this the level of Li Mu?

This poem, and the title of the previous two princes who wrote the centuries-old poems for Lu Hongshou, are almost exactly the same, just replacing [Lu Hongshou] with [Flower Sense], at least from the topic, it has completely fallen into the next. Multiply.

How is this compared?

Just listen to the class leader and continue to read: "When is the moon, ask the wine to ask the sky..."

Ok?

This sentence is not the same as [Viewing the Red Sleeve Moon Solo Dance].

Moreover, it seems a bit straightforward, but it is not bad?

When many people heard this sentence, the first reaction occurred.

"I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it today, I want to go back by the wind, and I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu, the height is not cold, and the dance is clear, so it seems to be in the world."

After the first half of the chanting was finished, the class leader paused.

His voice has been a little trembling.

Because, he has been faintly aware, as if... the poem read from his mouth is a bit good.

The sound of the singer on the original Liufang Street disappeared at this time.

On the VIP table, the smile on Lu Xue’s face is gradually solidifying.

Lu Hong sleeves on the main stage, on the beautiful face, reveal a shocking and incredible look.

The same quiet, there is the second floor of the second floor of the moon building, the first day of the day, the second emperor's eyebrows wrinkled, Liu Chenglong's forehead, a layer of fine cold sweat came out.

It’s just the first half, but it’s already showing weight.

A poem that transcends a hundred years of poetry is ready to come.

Because of the short words, too many things have been outlined, the atmosphere is majestic and fairy, and a fairy dancing in the moonlight, quiet and lonely fairy, has played the image of the shadow, has been outlined Come out.

Moonlight falls on the main stage, like a dream.

I listened to the voice of the singer who used almost the slang, and sang and read the second half of the poem -

"Turning Zhuge, low tenants, no sleep. There should be no hate, what is biased towards other times, people have joys and sorrows, and there is a lack of gloom in the moon. This is an ancient and difficult thing. I hope that people will live forever."

Singing, the lord pouted and did not make any more noise.

He was afraid that there would be any more noise that destroyed the mood of the poem.

In front of the main stage, on the VIP table, the figures are all in a row. After a certain sorting and combination, the text is powerful and powerful. Obviously, this first song is a single dance poem. This class is also a boutique of its kind.

The verses that can really be passed down for thousands of years have their own power to shock people. Even those who don’t understand poetry can feel the charm. It’s obvious that this hand [watching flowers to the moon, solo poetry], which contains Such a verse.

Millennium poetry.

A true millennium poem was born.

There is no need to comment too much at all, and there is no need to analyze some details in this poem. This is a thousand-year poem. Every sentence and every line of it has a direct attack on the human heart and penetrates the power of the soul.

On the VIP table, Lu Xue lost his soul and seemed to be stupid.

On the main stage, Lu Hongshou, who has been preparing to crown the laurel wreath, has lost all the brilliance in an instant. His face is shocked and desperate. He falls from the high-rise cloud to the dust. This experience was once before she had it. It is in the number of baskets that I have been thinking about over the crushing, and now she is going through the second time.

This time, it is worse than the first time.

"Hey." In the private room, the second emperor snorted and looked pale.

The window sill held in his hand was directly crushed into a powder.

On the one hand, Liu Chenglong, who is blind and does not know what to say, is shocked and shocked in his heart, and it is hard to say.

Did Li Mu actually write a thousand-year poem?

Did he actually do it?

I have carefully touched this poem, and some of the sentences are simply wonderful. The first half of the story is written and the scenes are mixed. The second half of the scene blends, and the flowers are like the cold, and the likes of the fairy are generally unpredictable. It seems that I have to go back to the wind at any time, but in the end I still stay in the dance picture of the human world, depicting the ultimate.

This description is a depiction of the majestic view of the immortal, which is more than a few times higher than the detailed rhetoric of the two emperors [viewing the red sleeves of the moon].

It is not an exaggeration to say that these two poems, one is the poem of the mortal peak, and the other is the poem of the immortal.

How can a mortal poem be beautiful, and how can it be compared with the poet of immortals?

The two are not at all a level.

Even if Liu Chenglong wants to say something, save a little face for the second emperor, but try to open the mouth several times in a row, but the words can not be said at all.

There is nothing to say at all.

Moreover, the most important thing is that at this time, Liu Chenglong suddenly understands why Li Mu’s poems are almost exactly the same as those of the two emperors.

This is not the plagiarism that Jiang Lang has done, but it is clear that this same topic should be used to completely step on the second emperor. After that, as long as you mention the topic of solitary dance in a certain month, people think of it, first of all, It is Li Mu’s poem, and he will not mention the poems of the Second Emperor—even if it is mentioned, I am afraid it is also a kind of ridiculous tone.

This Li Mu is really crazy, really embarrassing.

However, at this time, in this way, the Second Emperor has no way to refute.

Unless, the second emperor also wrote a thousand-year poem?

However, this is absolutely impossible.

Even if Liu Chenglong would admire the Wenwu Shuangquan of the Second Emperor, he would not think that the Second Emperor could do it.

The atmosphere in the private room is so terrible.

The second emperor was handsome as a demon face, the frost was shrouded, the atmosphere inside the room plummeted, and a layer of white frost, along the wall that was held by the palm of the second emperor, began to spread, in a twinkling of an eye, the entire room It is like an ice cave.

The Xiqin Empire is located in the northwest of the Shenzhou mainland. Even in Qincheng, the winter is a cold place. The Western Qin Dynasty has no school (Yulongyu). Although it can be invisible, the royal disciples often think about the snow and ice. The Lord, the cultivation of the cold, the innate infuriating of the Second Emperor, is the attribute of the ice.

Liu Chenglong was trembled and did not dare to fight hard to resist the chill.

However, in his heart, he still couldn't help but flash the content of the first one.

It’s really... a good poem that is so succinct to the extreme.

......

......

Even Liu Chenglong is like this. On the VIP table, how can the so-called famous celebrities say refutation?

"This poem is the first tonight."

"Absolutely a thousand years of poetry."

"Li Mu Shicai, the ancients are absolutely golden."

"When this poem comes out, the flower will surely name the entire Western Qin Empire... No, it is famous throughout the mainland of China."

"The first beauty in the world, it’s not a flower."

"No need to comment, tonight, the first is, the flower is a flower."

Different voices, the same content, came from everywhere.

Even those who have received the "Judges' celebrities implied by Liu Chenglong, can't squint at this time, because the flowers want to come out is a thousand-year poem, a thousand-year poem, enough to spread the world. It is unstoppable to name the mainland.

If they dare to say that this song [looking to the moon, the solo poetry] is not as good as the poem that Lu Hongshou invited, then thousands of years later, when people mention this poem, they are called so-called celebrities. The names will be whipped out, ridiculed, humiliated and accused. They and their families will be nailed to the shame column, becoming the stepping stone, footnote and decoration of this poem on the legendary road.

This risk, they dare not take it.

Because the literati have the same name, even if it is a false name, it is very important for them.

Once they are not famous, or their reputation is stinky, they will not be able to mix in this world.

"This poem is the first, the thousand-year poem is undoubted." The dean of the Hanshan Academy, the iron war, had to hold his nose and admit, the bitterness and unwillingness of his face.

"Flowers want to be the first."

"No need, the poem is out, the dust is settled."

The celebrities on the VIP seats have opened their mouths and made their judgments.

If you don't want to lose your name for a thousand years, you have to admit that even if you have offended the Liu Weilong, the church secretary, there is no way.

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Lu Hongshou, who had been shining before, was like a little hen who had lost the battle. He also lowered his head and carefully hidden all the unwillingness, jealousy and anger on his face. In her heart, she produced A kind of strong sense of powerlessness, there is no way, the person standing behind the flower wants to be covered, called Li Mu, Li Mu, who is a poetry, and who is fighting?

In the soft jade building next to her, Si Yuhua, Fufeng Xuerui and other famous names, can not tell the envy and envy.

why? Why do you think that you can get Li Mu’s favor?

If there is no Li Mu, the flower wants to decide to be trampled to the dust tonight, don't want to be famous again.

Therefore, what determines everything is actually Li Mu.

All the names, the heart can not help but create a sense of resentment.

Why Li Mu is a man who wants to think about it. If Li Mu supports them, then they can also win the squad, right? The luck of the flower is really enviable.