How could Liu Wuxie not accept the treasure that was delivered to her door?
This jade Ruyi is not an ordinary spiritual marrow. It is infinitely close to the level of a spiritual spirit. Ordinary people cannot tell that Liu Wuxie has the ghost pupil technique and can easily pierce through the internal conditions of the jade Ruyi.
The outer surface is the spirit marrow. In its core area, there is a dark green light spot, about the size of a mung bean. This is the spirit essence.
Spirit marrow is not uncommon, but spirits are very rare.
Its quality is still higher than the best spiritual essence. I don't know where this Yin Jingwu got it from. He probably doesn't know the value of this spiritual essence, so he took it out for gambling.
If you can break the surface and absorb the spirits inside, the effect will not be inferior to the ancient spirit bamboo shoots.
"Liu Wuxie, please obediently hand over the ancient spirit bamboo shoots. You still don't know that our senior brother Yin also has a nickname, he is known as Xiao Shixian."
Many Qinghong Sect disciples were flattering, saying that Liu Wuxie would definitely lose in this battle.
There are not many people here who can beat Yin Jingwu, at least not Liu Wuxie.
Everyone's appetite was whetted. Originally, many people were not very interested in poetry and poetry, but when someone competed for poetry, the effect was different.
Those around Yin Jingwu automatically formed a circle to prevent the poems he wrote from being leaked.
"Senior Brother Hua, why don't you start writing!"
Over at Tianluo Valley, Hua Chenye has the best chance of winning the first place.
The other disciples were basically just joining in the fun, and the poems they wrote probably wouldn't make it onto the stage.
"Not urgent!"
Hua Chenye smiled slightly, closed his eyes, and no one dared to disturb him.
"Senior Brother Bai Zhi, you must get the first place and take off Murong Yi's veil with your own hands. It is best to get her."
There was a burst of lewd laughter from the side of Xiexin Palace.
The people who are currently calling for the most support are Hua Chenye, Bai Zhi, and Qiu Baihao from the Qinghong Sect, not Yin Jingwu.
Time passed by, and most people began to write.
"My fair lady, a gentleman is so kind...good poetry, good poetry..."
"You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, but there is a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow... What a poem, what a poem!"
Those geniuses who had written poems showed them in front of everyone one after another.
"Please give Miss Murong some advice!"
A Qinghong Sect disciple stood up, picked up the poem in his hand, and asked Murong Yi to comment on it.
A lot of eyes were looking over there. It was no secret that Murong Yi was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
"May I be like a wolf and a fox, and may my head shine every night..."
The people around him read out the poem, which immediately sparked a roar of laughter.
This is a poem that expresses your feelings!
He openly expressed his love to Murong Yi in front of so many people.
"Peng Li, this poem is so well written, what a poem!"
Many people openly teased Murong Yi in a joking tone, but he was the first one.
I wish I could be like a wolf and a king like a tiger, which means that I can transform into a wild wolf, and Murong Yi can be like a silver fox. The wild wolf and the silver fox make each other look white every night, and we can also understand the singing and singing every night.
Murong Yi frowned slightly, this kind of poem sounded fine, but it was filled with an obscene atmosphere.
Everyone's eyes fell on Murong Yi's face to see how she would comment.
"Mr. Peng's poems rhyme very much. If you replace them with 'May I be like the stars and the moon, and the light shines brightly every night,' I think the poetic meaning will be more appropriate."
Murong Yi deliberately said that his poems rhymed rather than that his poems were very good.
These are two concepts. Rhyming does not have to express the meaning of the words, as long as the rhyme matches.
A good poem must not only rhyme, but also match the meaning of the words.
Everyone was stunned. They didn't expect that Murong Yi simply changed a few words, whether it was the word or the meaning, it would be upgraded several levels and become more elegant.
The stars accompany the moon, and the stream of light is bright and clear every night. Isn't that what this scene is like?
The big moon in the sky shines on the entire Dongyue Lake, and the stars are dotted, forming a scene of stars accompanying the moon.
"What a poem. Miss Murong's guidance is so good!"
There was warm applause all around, and Peng Li's poems were gradually forgotten. Compared with Murong Yi's revised poems, his poems simply stink.
After that, many people asked Murong Yi to point out the poems, and every time they pointed out the problem to the point.
This made everyone's attitude towards Murong Yi become more and more respectful.
Liu Wuxie was also secretly surprised, she was really a strange woman.
Not only is she proficient in the Paradise Sutra, but she also knows how to read minds, and is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. This kind of woman is rare.
Most of them are just soy sauce, and the poems they write are really unpalatable.
Everyone's eyes gradually fell on Yin Jingwu. There was still a poetry fight between him and Liu Wuxie.
Bai Zhi from the Xiexin Palace just started writing, while the others had already finished writing.
Hua Chen Ye from Tianluo Valley opened his eyes fiercely, holding a pen in his hand and swiping it freely, each beautiful font, like a sword taking a wrong turn, jumped out on the paper.
After I finished writing, I let out a sharp breath.
Done in one go!
Every word is like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing.
"Good words!"
The surrounding Tianluo Valley disciples applauded, and it was not appropriate to leak the poem for the time being. It would be published after others had finished writing it.
Bai Zhi's pen moves like a dragon, and with every word he writes, the paper makes a rustling sound.
Yin Jingwu has almost finished writing. These people are the absolute best and most likely to win first place.
Only Liu Wuxie looked at the lake leisurely, her mind not on writing poetry.
"It's raining!"
I don't know who said something, and a drizzle began to fall in the sky. Matching the situation and the scene, it seemed poetic and picturesque.
Bai Zhi suddenly picked up the pen and revised a few strokes of the original verses, probably based on his temporary impressions.
"Liu Wuxie, we have finished writing, why are you still dawdling!"
Everyone was a little impatient, Liu Wuxie hadn't started writing yet, everyone was waiting for him.
Then he looked away and his eyes fell on the white paper on the table.
I didn't pick up the pen, but gently polished it.
After grinding a good inkstone, black liquid will appear in the middle of the inkstone.
After finishing everything, Liu Wuxie picked up the pen.
No one cared about what Liu Wuxie wrote, they just urged him to finish it quickly.
In everyone's eyes, Liu Wuxie was definitely defeated today.
Because they have all read Yin Jingwu's poems, which are very wonderful, and it is not easy to win against him.
There was only one person who kept looking at Liu Wuxie silently, and that was Murong Yi.
Her beautiful eyes moved with Liu Wuxie's wrist.
Every word is vigorous and powerful. When the pen strokes across the paper, there is a faint impact sound. The force penetrates the back of the paper. If it is heavier, the paper will break. If it is lighter, it will not reach the wood.
It's like a pen moving like a dragon or a snake, and every word is like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing. This is the real iron painting with a silver hook.
The technique is smooth and smooth, without any sloppiness. Every word seems to have been refined thousands of times in the mind.
At first, no one paid attention. Most of everyone's eyes were on Murong Yi, admiring her peerless appearance.
Although it is covered by gauze, it does not hinder everyone's viewing.
Realizing that she had been watching Liu Wuxie silently, everyone turned their attention to Liu Wuxie.
"What an exquisite brushwork!"
It's not clear what Liu Wuxie wrote, but his technique is eye-catching.
Every stroke that comes down seems to come naturally.
"Look around him!"
Someone let out an exclamation.
Around Liu Wuxie, streams of air formed, like letters, floating above Liu Wuxie's head, constantly circling.
I can't tell what these words are, because they are constantly changing shapes.
"Dragon and snake are flying, and he actually interprets the vision of heaven and earth!"
Hua Chenye let out a low cry, this is the highest state of poetry.
When writing poetry, the highest state resonates with heaven and earth.
Liu Wuxie actually did it, which is simply unbelievable.
Those who mocked Liu Wuxie just now closed their mouths, as if they had eaten a rotten duck egg.
The taste is self-evident.
Murong Yi's eyes radiated a gleam of light.
"This is impossible. Is there a mistake? He is less than twenty years old. How can he resonate with the world?"
Many people are unconvinced and think this is just a coincidence.
Good calligraphy requires continuous practice over many years, not something that can be accomplished overnight.
This is the same as practicing martial arts.
No one can master an extremely superb martial arts in one day.
The same goes for calligraphy.
"Maybe he just got lucky!"
I have to admit that when Liu Wuxie wrote, he definitely had the style of a master, and he was completely silent in his own world.
The expression on his face is no longer green, but has a solemn look, like a mature and prudent elder.
When the last word fell, the air currents surrounding Liu Wuxie instantly turned into mist and disappeared without a trace.
Liu Wuxie didn't realize it. He gently put down his pen and finished writing his poem.
Most of the poems are already known and have been commented on by Murong Yi.
There are only a few people left who have not yet been announced.
"Miss Murong, please give me some advice!"
Bai Zhi stood up, picked up the poem on the table, stretched out his hand and threw it, floating in the air.
Even thousands of meters away, you can see clearly with your spiritual consciousness.
Those people on the shore have not left yet, and more and more people are gathering together.
"You asked me if my return date has not yet been announced. The moonlit night in the cave swells the autumn pond. Why should we cut the candles from the west window together, but say that it rains at night in Bashan!"
Those around me read it word for word.
The sound was so loud that it spread to every corner of the boat.
"Good poetry, really good poetry!"
Whether on the boat or by the Dongting Lake, everyone is praising this poem.
Whether it is the people or the scenery, the description is very apt.
Especially the first sentence, which implicitly asks Murong Yi when the two can meet, and the second sentence uses Dongyue Lake as the title, and it starts to drizzle again in the sky.
It is autumn at this moment, and the water in the lake is rising, which just proves that the rain in the moonlit night swells the autumn pond.
The third sentence makes it even clearer. Why should we cut the candles from the west window together? This is the meaning of two days off and two flights.
The last sentence rhymes with "Let's enjoy the scenery and the rain together."
Most of the poems tonight are basically like those expressed by Murong Qi.
Whoever can marry such a peerless beauty, coupled with the mysterious Yipinxuan, will be on equal footing with the ten major sects.
No wonder so many people flock to it.
Yipinxuan has a powerful background, and Murong Yi is the master of Yipinxuan. With her stunning appearance, no one can resist her.
"Master Bai is indeed one of the four great talents in Ninghai City, and his writing is very good!" Murong Yi praised repeatedly. Compared with others, at least his writing is not very explicit.
"It is my honor to be able to enter Miss Murong's eyes!"
Bai Zhi bent down slightly, and the poem floating in the void fell on Murong Yi's table.