"What are you!" Liu Zuxin's face turned cold and her eyebrows raised slightly.

The response to him was the tea cup that quickly enlarged in front of him.

Bang-

The exquisite teacup was smashed to pieces, and Liu Xuanxin covered the blood and screamed with tears in her face. The student beside him was gasping for air conditioning, but he didn't expect Li Xianyuan to take action so decisively.

After shook off the tea in his hand, Li Xianyuan stepped forward to Situ Yanran.

Liu Xuanxin and his friends hurriedly supported him to check his injuries. Someone was about to come up to stop Li Xianyuan. His plain eyes swept away, and he retreated and dared not move forward.

Li Xianyuan's strangeness attracted the attention of those who were interested. Several teachers learned to be honest and looked towards Li Xianyuan with Xu Zhitian and others who had been paying attention to Li Xianyuan. They saw a scene of Situ Yanran and Shen Sheng shrouding in black mist.

A Xue Zheng stood up and couldn't help but say in surprise: "Strange poem!"

When the black mist wrapped around Chen Sheng, Chen Sheng was as if he had been immobilized and could not move, and his face showed a look of pain, their faces turned into horror.

Several teachers looked at each other, and one of them was venting his voice: "Oh no."

Poetry is divided into three layers. The vision is based on the phenomenon, the atmosphere is two, and the ghosts and gods are the end.

The most basic vision can only trigger the surrounding area. Although it is rare, it does not exist.

The poem is shocking and even the weather around it will be touched. When the Prime Minister Lin Tianyou of the dynasty was young, he was in a drought land for a long time. A poem seeking rain caused heavy rain in the local area for three consecutive days. In the thousands of years since the founding of the Shang Dynasty, there have been only more than ten poems about weather, and only one poem about ghosts and gods, written by Taizu of the dynasty.

The poem is a smug ghost and god, as the name suggests, even gods and monsters will be alarmed. The poem by Emperor Taizu of Shang that year attracted the clone of the Emperor Xuanyuan, and blessed the fate of the great Shang Dynasty.

The strange images are born from poetry. When the wind and rain are written in poetry, there will be strange images of wind and rain. When the gods and Buddhas are written in poetry, there will be shadows of gods and Buddhas. When the sadness in poetry is touching emotions.

The opposite is true. If a poem has resentment, it will not only cause the person who writes the poem to get heartbroken, but also target everyone around you.

What's more, the initiator Chen Sheng was right beside him.

Because of this, a kind of fighting poem is extremely popular among scholars and even scholars and Jinshi. It is to write poems that make the poems and exotic images fight each other, and the winner will naturally be better.

Xuezheng shouted: "All students left the island in the middle of the lake!"

Then he shouted to Li Xianyuan who was rushing to the place: "Li Xianyuan, Situ Yanran has already entered the obstacle and cannot wake up. You should rescue Chen Sheng first, and I will help you. Don't be entangled in this black fog!"

The poems and prose ended without success, and the students were still orderly taking a boat to retreat from the island in the middle of the lake. The teachers called out their verbal and verbal swords, and saw several white lights flashing, surpassing Li Xianyuan in a blink of an eye and wandering around Shen Sheng.

After looking closely, you will see the Haoran Qi sword passing by, and the black fog was torn apart layer by layer, revealing the deep figure inside.

Chen Sheng was in good condition, and his eyes kept glancing at Li Xianyuan and made a whimpering sound.

"Before now!" Xue Zheng shouted behind him, and one of the Haoran Qi swords suddenly magnified several times, and swept in front of Shen Sheng, instantly clearing a black fog.

The great aura can miraculously effect all evil things.

Li Xianyuan took this and rushed to Shen Da's body, reached into it, grabbed Shen Da's collar, and dragged him out.

Shen Daru rolled the gourd around the lawn for several times, and another carp slammed up. Li Xianyuan hurriedly took a few steps back, his fingers were stained with black mist and a tingling sensation.

Just now, he hurriedly glanced at the table and saw that Situ Yanran had already written two sentences.

Since ancient times, I have no regrets, but I have the most easily awakened dreams.

It’s not that it’s hard to get rid of the flowers, but it’s so pitiful that the flying catkins are too floating.

Sure enough, it has something to do with Shen Sheng.

The teachers were tired of learning and learning. They were only scholars, but only one or two strange poems were blessed by Mingtang, and their great aura was not enough to support long-term use.

Although Chen Sheng escaped from trouble, the strange phenomenon did not diminish at all. The black fog rose into the sky, covering the sky and the sun. It looked like rolling smoke from afar. The entire Wuling City can be seen.

The students had already arrived ashore safely and surrounded the lake and looked here.

"This strange poem has almost reached the state of showing the atmosphere..." A teacher stared at the dark fog in a daze, then glared at the scene: "I'll deal with you later!"

Chen Sheng knew that he was in the wrong and dared not talk.

Li Xianyuan was still beside Situ Yanran, Xue Zheng was anxious and shouted to him: Haoran's aura is almost useless to the strange scene and cannot be stopped. Stay away from here as soon as possible. Someone has already called the vice president!"

"What's the use of that?" Li Xianyuan didn't look back, her eyes penetrated the layers of black fog, staring at Situ Yanran who was writing in the center. Her mood suddenly became swayed by negative emotions.

When Xuezheng Fang was about to speak, a teacher shouted: "Exception poem! If you can make a vision poem opposite to it, it will be resolved!"

When the others heard this, they all sighed secretly without hope. Poetry and prose are no better than other couplets. Couplets are reliable and urgent, but poetry and prose can only rely on opportunities, so they can get along with each other in just a few breaths.

What's more, it has to be opposed to Situ Yanran's poems.

In contrast...

Li Xianyuan Gu Jing Wubo's eyes lit up. He took out a brush from his cuff. Seeing Wuyin on the left and right, he bit the tip of his tongue lightly, holding the hair of the brush, and writing in the air with blood.

The blessing of the great aura allows the bright red font to stay in the air.

There is justice in heaven and earth!

boom--

Like the river of heaven hanging upside down, the water from the nine heavens poured down to the island in the middle of the lake. Everyone felt the arrival of the might of heaven, like a huge rock, unable to move.

With the combination of the sky and the sun, the black fog that sprinkles a large shadow, it shows the image of doomsday.

Click—

In an instant, Li Xianyuan felt as if struck by lightning, and her face was extremely pale in an instant, and she still kept writing with a brush in her hand.

The momentum suddenly disappeared, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and they were still scared. However, Li Xianyuan's pupils shrank into needles and looked at the brush with cracks on his right hand.

He exerted a little force, and the brush suddenly turned into dust.

The first sentence of the Song of Zhengqi was written in four words.

And the crackling sound I heard before was definitely not made by a brush, but seemed to be made by Li Xianyuan's body...

Before she could think about the reason, Li Xianyuan simply bit her fingertips and used her hand instead of writing, while she was writing.

"The flowers fade and the green apricots are gone. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds the house."

"The willows blow on the branches are less, so where is there fragrant grass in the world?"

"The swing is on the wall and the road outside the wall. The pedestrians outside the wall, and the beautiful women in the wall smile."

At this point, a gentle spring breeze blows gently, making people feel comfortable.

The poem "Butterfly Loves Flowers·Spring Scenery" by the poet Su Shi of the Song Dynasty was originally a work of sadness in spring. At this time, summer has just entered, and it is barely suitable for the scene. The poem is spring scenery on the surface, but it contains emotion and reason inside. Although the willow catkins are flying and the spring scenery is about to end, the fragrant grass is a state of dry trees in spring. The artistic conception is hazy and memorable.

In the air in front of me, several lines of red characters are supported by Haoran's spirit.

Li Xianyuan wrote the last sentence: "Smiling gradually fades away from hearing the sound, and gradually fades away. He is passionate but annoyed by ruthlessness."

The last stroke is finished. The black fog that covers the sky and the sun is like the warm sun waxing and melts silently. Thousands of golden light pierce the dark clouds, the bright sunshine shines, and only spring is left in the entire island in the middle of the lake.

Everything is going on.
Chapter completed!