How could Liu Wuxie not accept the treasures delivered to the door?

This jade Ruyi is not an ordinary spiritual marrow. It is infinitely close to the spiritual essence. Ordinary people cannot tell that Liu Wuxie has the ghost eye technique and can easily pierce the internal situation of Yu Ruyi.

It is true that the outer surface is spiritual marrow. There is a dark green light spot in its core area, about the size of a mung bean, which is the spiritual essence.

Spiritual marrow is not rare, but spiritual essence is very rare.

Its quality is still above the top-quality spiritual marrow. Yin Jingwu didn't know where to get it, and probably didn't know the value of this spiritual marrow, so he would take it out to fight.

If the surface can be broken and the spirit inside can be absorbed, the effect will not be below the ancient spirit bamboo shoots.

"Liu Wuxie, hand over the ancient spiritual bamboo shoots obediently. You don't know that our Senior Brother Yin has a nickname, known as Xiao Shixian."

Many Qinghong Sect disciples looked flattering tone, and Liu Wuxie would definitely lose in this battle.

There are not many people present who can beat Yin Jingwu, at least not like Liu Wuxie.

Everyone's appetite was swelled up. Many people were not very interested in poetry and songs. Some people made poems, so the effect was different.

Those people around Yin Jingwu automatically formed a circle to prevent the poems they wrote from being leaked.

"Senior Brother Hua, don't you start writing!"

In the Tianluo Valley, the most hopeful thing is to get the first place in Huachenye.

The other disciples basically joined in the fun, and the poems they wrote were probably not on the table.

"No hurry!"

Hua Chenye smiled slightly, closed his eyes, and no one dared to disturb him.

"Senior Brother Bai Zhi, you must get the first place. Take off Murong Yi's veil with your own hands, and it's best to get her."

A lewd smile came from the Evil Heart Palace.

The most popular people are currently Huachenye, Baizhi, and Qiu Baihao from Qinghongmen, rather than Yin Jingwu.

As time passes by minute by minute, most people start writing.

"A beautiful lady, a gentleman is a good friend... a good poem, a good poem..."

"You can't see you when you turn around the mountain. There are horses left on the sky above the snow... What a good poem, what a good poem!"

Those geniuses who have written have presented their poems to everyone.

"Please give me some advice!"

A disciple of Qinghongmen stood up, picked up the poem in his hand, and asked Murong Yi to comment.

It is no secret that Murong Yi is proficient in both chess and calligraphy and painting.

"May I be like a wolf, a fox, and my head is white every night..."

The people around read out the poem, which immediately caused a burst of laughter.

This is a poem that shows your heart!

I openly expressed my love to Murong Yi in front of so many people.

"Peng Li, this poem is written so well, it's a good poem!"

Many people quipped and openly teased Murong Yi, but he was the first person.

May I be like a wolf and a tiger, and I mean to turn into a wild wolf, and Murong Yi is a silver fox, a wild wolf and a silver fox, and she looks like a white head every night, and she can also understand the singing of the music every night.

Murong Yi frowned slightly. This kind of poem sounds fine, but it is full of vulgar aura.

Everyone's eyes fell on Murong Yi's face to see how she commented.

"Peng's poems are very rhyme. If I change them to 'I wish I am like a star and a moon, and the light flows brightly every night', I think it is more poetic."

Murong Yi deliberately said that his poems are very rhyme, rather than the poems are very good.

These are two concepts. Rhyme can be used to not express the meaning of the word, as long as the charm is right.

A good poem not only needs to rhyme, but also has to match the meaning of the poem to be considered high.

Everyone was stunned. Unexpectedly, Murong Yi simply modified a few words, whether it was a word or a meaning, and improved several levels and became more elegant.

The stars are accompanied by the moon, and the light flows brightly every night. Isn’t this the situation?

The big moon in the sky shines on the entire Dongyue Lake, with stars dotted, forming a scene of stars accompanying the moon.

"Good poem, Miss Murong has given me great advice!"

There was warm applause everywhere, and Peng Li's poems were gradually forgotten. Compared with the poems modified by Murong Yi, his poems were simply inauspicious.

Next, many people asked Murong Yi to give advice on the poem, and each time he could point out the problem to the point.

This made everyone's attitude towards Murong Yi more respectful.

Liu Wuxie was also secretly surprised. He was really a strange woman.

Not only are they proficient in the music scriptures of the Pure Land, but they also know how to read the mind, and are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. This is rare for women like this.

Most of them are so-called, and the poems written are really unsightly.

Everyone's eyes gradually fell on Yin Jingwu, and there was a battle between him and Liu Wuxie.

Bai Zhi from the Evil Heart Palace started writing, and the others had already finished writing.

Hua Chenye from Tianluo Valley suddenly opened his eyes, held a brush in his hand, and scattered freely. The beautiful fonts were like swords walking in a different direction, and they were leaping on paper.

After writing, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Completed in one go!

Every word is like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing.

"Good word!"

The disciples of Tianluo Valley around them applauded, and the poems should not be disclosed for the time being. They will be published after others have finished writing them.

Bai Zhi's pen walks around the dragon, and when every word falls, the paper makes a rustling sound.

Yin Jingwu also wrote it almost the same. These people are absolutely outstanding and have the most hope of winning the first place.

Only Liu Wuxie looked at the lake leisurely, but his mind was not on writing poems.

“It’s raining!”

Someone said that it was drizzling in the sky, and it was like poetry and painting in this scene.

Bai Zhi suddenly picked up the pen and modified a few more strokes on the original poem, which should be a temporary feeling.

"Liu Wuxie, we have finished writing, why are you still procrastinating!"

Everyone was a little impatient. Liu Wuxie had not started writing, and everyone was waiting for him.

Then he withdrew his gaze and his eyes fell on the white paper on the desktop.

Instead of picking up the pen, I grind it gently.

The best inkstone, after being ground, black liquid appears in the middle of the inkstone.

After doing everything, Liu Wuxie picked up the pen.

No one cares what Liu Wuxie wrote, and just urges him to finish it as soon as possible.

In everyone's opinion, Liu Wuxie was sure to lose today.

Because they have all read Yin Jingwu's poems, it is very wonderful, and it is not easy to win him.

There was only one person, and his eyes were silently staring at Liu Wuxie, that was Murong Yi.

The beautiful eyes moved with Liu Wuxie's wrists.

Every word is vigorous and powerful. When the pen tip passes across the paper, a faint sound of impact is heard. The force penetrates the back of the paper. The paper will break if the weight is heavy, and the lighter one cannot reach three points.

It is like a pen that moves like a dragon and a snake, and it is as if it is astonishing as a dragon. Every word is like a dragon flying and phoenix dancing. This is the real iron-painted silver hook.

The technique is smooth and flowing, without any dragging, and every word seems to have been tempered in my mind thousands of times.

At the beginning, no one cared about it, and most of everyone's eyes looked at Murong Yi and admired her peerless face.

Even though the face is covered by a veil, it will not prevent everyone from watching.

When they found that she had been silently staring at Liu Wuxie, everyone turned their gaze to Liu Wuxie.

"What a wonderful brushwork!"

It is not clear what Liu Wuxie wrote, but his technique makes people shine.

Every stroke is as if it is natural.

"Look at him all around!"

Someone exclaimed.

Around Liu Wuxie, a stream of air formed, like words, floating above Liu Wuxie's head, constantly hovering.

I can't explain what these words are because they are constantly changing their form.

"The dragon and snake flew, and he actually interpreted the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth!"
To be continued...