"The sun sets, and the heartbroken person is at the end of the world."

Hundreds of elders of Wenzong kept singing this poem, each of whom was intoxicated, amazed and discussed it!

"It's really a good poem. How could Yue Feng write such a profound poem at a young age?"

"Yes, how many things did this child go through to write such vicissitudes of poetry!"

He is worthy of being the talented man of Furong this year. He deserves this title!

The entire hall was talking endlessly. Finally, Su Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief and slowly spoke: "Yue Feng. You are so young and have such talent. It is rare that you can write such quatrains and deserve the title of "Furong Talent"."

As he said that, Su Qingyan turned his mind and said meaningfully: "But as a young man, you must always be more humble. Remember not to be arrogant and arrogant."

To be honest, she admires Yue Feng's talent very much. But she also feels that Yue Feng's personality needs to be restrained.

Ha ha...

Hearing this, Yue Feng curled his lips, and he smiled and said with a smile: "Sect Master, I am a little more frivolous. But I have this strength."

Wow!

As soon as these words were said, all the elders of Wenzong changed their faces!

This kid is indeed a bit talented, but he really doesn't know how powerful he is!

On the phoenix chair, Su Qingyan also frowned. In fact, she wanted to recruit Yue Feng and be an elder.

But the young man Yue Feng is so arrogant. It’s like a piece of beautiful jade that needs to be polished.

"Yue Feng, you are young and speak so arrogantly. Who taught you? Do you really think that your literary talent is the best in the world?"

"Yes, we scholars must know how to be low-key and restrained. What are you? Don't you know that there are people outside of people, and is there any heaven outside of heaven?"

With a loud shout, Yue Feng was not panicked at all, standing there with a smile, quietly admiring Su Qingyan's figure through the gauze curtain.

It would be great if I could see the appearance of the leader of the Wenzong Sect.

I don’t know if it’s as I imagined, the country is beautiful and beautiful, and the whole country is beautiful.

Um?

It was at this moment that Yue Feng's eyes fell on Su Qingyan's phoenix chair.

This phoenix chair is carved from white jade, which is very consistent with Su Qingyan's identity, noble and elegant. On the phoenix chair, there are two poems written with dragons and phoenixes dancing.

Seeing this poem, Yue Feng was stunned!

This poem comes from the earth-roofing continent! It is a poem "The Immortal of Magpie Bridge" by Qin Guan in the Song Dynasty.

The whole poem says: "The delicate clouds are tricked, the flying stars are filled with hatred, and the silver man is far away from each other. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, it will be better than countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, good time is like a dream, and I will be patient and look at the road back to the magpie bridge. If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be there, day and night."

This phoenix chair actually carved a poem about the earth and the continent!

Also, why are only two of them engraved?

At this moment, Yue Feng looked at Yu Pingfeng tightly and muttered in his heart. Could it be... Are there people from the Continent of the Earthly Continent within the Wenzong?

Thinking of it, a person suddenly appeared in Yue Feng's mind.

I'll go...

It’s not Master Miaoyuan.

Thinking of her heart, Yue Feng couldn't help but feel curious and asked Su Qingyan: "Master, who wrote the two lines of poetry on this phoenix chair?"

Swish!

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on the phoenix chair, and their expressions became complicated one after another.

how?

Does this kid still want to evaluate these two poems?

Yue Feng didn’t know that these two lines of poetry were extremely sacred within Wenzong!

Four hundred years ago, the 29th generation leader of the Wenzong, was very talented and talented, and wrote countless good poems!

These twenty-nine generations of leaders are both literary and martial, and have unparalleled talents! He managed the Wenzong in an orderly manner. During his time as head, the Wenzong disciples reached millions! The contributions of these twenty-nine generations of leaders to Wenzong were really high. It can be said that without him, there would be no Wenzong today.

It’s a pity that these twenty-nine generations of leaders were trapped by love all their lives and ended up in depression.

Before his death, he left behind two broken poems: Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, it will be better than countless people in the world.

Over the past few hundred years, many people in Wenzong tried to complete this poem. Although some people wrote the next sentence, the artistic conception was too far apart.

Until today, no one can match these two broken poems. These two broken poems are praised as the two most sacred poems of Wenzong!

The current leader Su Qingyan likes these two broken poems very much, and he is a skilled craftsman who carved it on the phoenix chair.

"Boy, don't ask if you shouldn't." At this moment, Chen Sheng stood up and pointed at Yue Feng and shouted: "These two broken poems are left by the 29th generation leader of my Wenzong. Can they be asked casually by an unknown junior like you?"

What?

The 29th generation leader of Emperor Wenzong?

Hearing this, Yue Feng was stunned. Then he asked Su Qingyan: "I dare to ask the 29th generation leader what his surname is!"

Yue Feng was extremely curious!

After all, the 29th generation of leaders must have written poems about the Earthly Continent!

Su Qingyan sighed and said, "The name of this twenty-ninth generation leader is Fulin."

Blessing!

Hearing these two words, Yue Feng's head buzzed!

Aisin Jueluo Fulin! Emperor Shunzhi! Kangxi's father, Yongzheng's grandfather, Shunzhi!

Yue Feng took a deep breath and was excited, and he couldn't calm down for a long time!

In history, there are many legends about Emperor Shunzhi. He had a concubine named Dong E. After Concubine Dong E died, Shunzhi was heartbroken and passed the throne to Kangxi, and he himself disappeared in the Forbidden City.

Some people say that Shunzhi missed his beloved concubine and died of suicide.

Some people say that Shunzhi retreated to the mountains without caring about the world.

Some people also say that Shunzhi became a monk and became an emperor.

But who would have thought that Shunzhi actually came to Dongao Continent and became the 29th generation leader of the Wenzong!

"Yue Feng." At this moment, Su Qingyan raised her eyebrows lightly and slowly spoke: "The two remaining poems you see have profound artistic conception. Many literary masters in the world want to complete this poem, but none of them is worthy of this: Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will be better than countless people in the world."

Su Qingyan looked at Yue Feng with a smile: "These two broken poems are particularly sacred to me, Wenzong. These two broken poems are the two best poems of my Wenzong! You are young and frivolous, I can tolerate it. But don't comment on these two broken poems. These two broken poems are very sacred, and it's not your turn to comment."

"Oh oh oh." Yue Feng laughed and said to Su Qingyan: "President Su, according to my opinion, it is not difficult to complete this broken poem. Otherwise, I will help you Wenzong to complete this poem?"

"You, what are you?" Chen Sheng stood up suddenly: "What do you mean is that if you can complete this poem, the literary talent of our Wenzong disciples is not as good as yours?"

"Yes, this kid really doesn't know how high the world is!"

The two remaining poems left by the head of the 19th generation are two recognized poems in the entire literary world! For hundreds of years, none of the literary masters in the entire Dongao Continent can complete them!

You are an unknown young man, but by chance, you become a talented man in Furong, so arrogant?

Yue Feng laughed and said slowly: "President Su, I'm telling the truth. With my literary talent, it's very easy to complete this poem."

"Okay, then you write the next sentence, I'll listen." Su Qingyan said coldly: "Young people are a little too arrogant. For thousands of years, many great writers of Wenzong have never been able to match this poem. How can you say crazy about this? "

Speaking of this, Su Qingyan picked up the teacup and looked at Yue Feng coldly: "What you mean is that hundreds of thousands of disciples of our Wenzong are not as literary as you? You are belittling my Wenzong and cannot be forgiven! If you don't match this poem today, I will execute you!"

Su Qingyan is a woman who is usually dignified and peaceful and rarely gets angry. But this young man is really crazy.

When Yue Feng heard this, he browsed. Damn, why? If I don’t meet this poem, I will be executed?

Yue Feng was also anxious at that time and said, "Master Su, since this is the case, then why don't we come and bet on whether I can complete this poem! If I lose, you beat me to death with sticks, and I will never complain at all. But, if I win, you wash my feet."

What?!

As soon as Yue Feng's voice fell, the hall was boiling!

What kind of convention is it? What kind of convention is it!

How could the boss, the most talented woman in history, wash the kid's feet? This bet is too much!

"Bang!"

Su Qingyan slapped the table and stood up from the phoenix chair. Her face was so bad!
Chapter completed!