But Mo Che's comment caused an uproar among everyone. At this moment, Situ Fang is undoubtedly the most promising candidate to win the championship of the Wen Dou Club. If Ye Shaohan and Feng Yunxiao do something better than Situ Fang before the incense candles are burned out,
With good verses, there is no doubt that the champion this time must be Situ Fang. Regarding this, Situ Fang looked at Ye Shaohan rather nervously.
As if aware of Situ Fang's gaze, Feng Yunxiao, who had been keeping his eyes closed, stood up in vain and started writing, with his eyes still closed.
In an instant, a cold aura burst out from Feng Yunxiao's body, and Feng Yunxiao also opened his eyes, looking at the incense candle that was about to burn out with a slightly confused look.
The rice paper floated strangely from the stone table, floating above Feng Yunxiao's head, and Feng Yunxiao's figure also floated out, wearing a martial robe and making a hunting sound.
The zhenqi was suspended around the body. He flicked his right arm casually, and the ink slanted out from the tip of the pen. Immediately, it turned into flying dragon and phoenix writing and emerged on the rice paper. It was a line of poetry: Since ancient times, there have been many battles, and the origin of Shangjia Bing is brief.
But a plain poem makes people feel depressed inside, and the sound of killing between two armies seems to ring in the ears.
After a pause, Feng Yunxiao continued to write and write, and the second line of his poem also emerged: Driving thousands of miles, two people were leveled in one fell swoop.
As soon as this second verse emerged, the murderous aura flowing out of its handwriting was shocking. In a daze, everyone heard a scream of struggle and shouts, and seemed to see thousands of troops fighting in front of their eyes. The battlefield scene was extremely
It was bloody, rivers of blood flowed, people were on their backs, and people couldn't help but be immersed in the scene of those frontier warriors taking back their land without fear of new life or death.
As soon as this poem appeared, the artistic conception of the entire poem immediately changed, and a wave of murderous intent burst out of the paper, shocking everyone's souls. Obviously, Fengyun Xiao vividly embodied war and killing in just one short poem.
At this moment, Feng Yunxiao's face remained as calm as before. His right hand holding the pen slowly raised, and a burst of energy shot downwards. The energy hit the inkstone, and his ink splashed out and flew.
in mid-air.
Fengyun Xiaoyun lightly waved his pen with the sputtering ink, and waved it again with ink: "Pressing the sword from the desert, singing songs all over the imperial capital. I send a message to the generals in the world that they must establish a martial name."
As soon as these two lines appeared, the whole poem seemed to be completed, and the artistic conception of the poem was completely exposed to everyone's eyes, and the murderous spirit flowed in every stroke of the text.
Seeing this, Mo Che and others shuddered, their faces rarely showing serious expressions, their eyes fixed on the rice paper motionless.
If anyone here has experienced the imperial war decades ago, they will definitely understand the artistic conception of Fengyunxiao's poem. The poem describes the situation when the enemy invades and the soldiers risk their lives to protect the country and kill the enemy. To protect the country, they shed their blood and sacrifice their lives.
Head, kill all the enemies in all directions, to protect relatives, kill all the enemy troops, to build the industry, kill all the enemy troops, the whole poem is connected with the spirit of killing under the deliberate intention of Feng Yunxiao.
At the moment of completion, Situ Fang, who was originally full of expectations, couldn't help but sigh sadly. As soon as this poem came out, he had no chance of winning.
As if responding to Situ Fang's thoughts, Mo Che's plain voice floated out again: "Okay, very good, very good."
Mo Che's review of Situ Fang's poem was good, but Feng Yunxiao's poem received three praises. From this, it can be seen that this poem is excellent. Not only that, the faces of the other two old men showed expressions of appreciation.
This poem is not only superior to Situ Fang's poem in terms of style, but also far superior to Situ Fang's poem in terms of artistic conception.
Situ Fang's killing was to repay gratitude, but Feng Yunxiao's killing was to protect the country. Situ Fang's killing was a small righteousness, while Feng Yunxiao's killing was a righteousness.
At this moment, Chu Sanjian was immersed in that artistic conception. The picture of leading the Royal Academy to attack the enemy camp and kill the enemy commander appeared in front of his eyes. Those dust-laden memories once again poured out like water. After a long time, Chu
Sanjian just sighed quietly, and at the same time he also noticed that Zi Ning was looking at him with a resentful face. He knew that Zi Ning thought of Duan who died in the war again.
As soon as this poem came out, the whole audience was moved. After a few breaths, everyone turned their attention to Ye Shaohan. Now that the incense candle is about to burn out, what can he do?
The cold wind stirred up clouds of dust, leaving only a stub remaining on the incense candle, as if a gust of cold wind could extinguish it.
For a moment, everyone in the audience looked at Ye Shaohan with different emotions. Zi Ning and Ran Qian both looked at Ye Shaohan eagerly. Could it be that he had given up?
If he took action at this time, he might not even have a chance. However, Ye Shaohan still didn't get up. Regarding this, Zi Ning couldn't help but sigh sadly and murmured softly: "Maybe I positioned him too high."
However, before his voice fell, Ye Shaohan slowly opened his eyes and stood up.
In the cold wind, the incense candle that was still burning sparks looked so weak, and its dust was scattered all over the floor.
Now the incense candle seemed to be almost burned out, and when everyone thought Ye Shaohan was going to give up, Ye Shaohan got up in vain.
Amid the astonished gazes around him, Ye Shaohan wrote and stared with both eyes. His temperament was not as sharp as that of Feng Yunxiao, nor was he as murderous as Situ Fang's.
The cold wind rolled up the hair in front of Ye Shaohan's forehead, and a trace of chilling air spread out. This was Ye Shaohan's killing intention, a restrained killing intention.
The wine was scattered all over the floor casually, and the wine was also sprinkled on the pen and ink. The unique fragrance of the wine floated out, causing everyone to be surprised.
Slowly closing his eyes, Ye Shaohan was waiting, waiting for the moment when his energy and spirit reached their peak. At this moment, Ye Shaohan's mind kept replaying the new life of killing he had experienced in his past life and this new life.
It was as if the howls of some innocent souls were floating around my ears, and for a moment, a gloomy wind blew from nowhere on the entire jade platform. This gloomy wind made Feng Yunxiao and Situ Fang break into cold sweats.
Everyone shuddered involuntarily. The weather in early spring has never been colder than in late winter!
Snowflakes fell down to the endless void, drifting with the wind, until the first snowflake slipped from the tip of Ye Shaohan's nose, Ye Shaohan opened his eyes in vain, and his eyes flickered.
Horrifying murderous intent instantly burst out from Ye Shaohan, and the air within a few meters around him seemed to condense into ice crystals and fell all over the ground.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan's right hand that was holding the pen also started to move, swiping the pen and spraying ink without any pause. The jade pen seemed to have spirituality in Ye Shaohan's hand. His right hand danced, and flowing movements emerged, Ye Shaohan's face
With a smile, all the wine-scented ink swayed out, and when it landed on the rice paper, it turned into wildly cursive handwriting.
Before starting each stroke, Ye Shaohan could not help but see the people who died under his sword before his eyes. Therefore, every stroke and stroke contained a heart-stopping killing intent.
The cold wind danced with the tip of Ye Shaohan's pen, and so did the snowflakes. For a moment, an invisible pressure appeared on the jade platform out of thin air.
In response, Mo Che and the other three also opened their eyes one after another and looked at Ye Shaohan with a slightly solemn look, while Feng Yunxiao and Situ Fang had to summon their true energy to resist this inexplicable pressure.
The whole world became silent in vain. In Ye Shaohan's perception, there was no longer anything in the world, no new life. The whole world only contained the rice paper in front of him and the pen in his hand.
The jade pen was like turning into a murderous sword, taking away countless lives as soon as it was swung and sprayed with ink. Ye Shaohan's eyes were sometimes clear and sometimes confused, as if he had entered a state of selflessness again.
The entire jade platform seemed to have turned into hell. At this moment, everyone realized that the thin figure actually contained such a heart-stopping murderous intent. How many times did it take for this murderous intent to develop?
Under the pressure of murderous intent, the incense candle burning in the void was suppressed in vain, and its burning speed also became extremely slow.
When Ye Shaohan's last handwriting emerged from the rice paper, his incense candle finally burned out, and his last spark was extinguished by the cold wind.
However, the moment Ye Shaohan put away his pen, there was a loud bang, and a killing intent that was like breaking through the sky suddenly rushed into the endless void.
Buzz buzz! When the murderous intention rushed to the sky, its seven stone statues also erupted with a strong aura of awe-inspiring aura. Finally, the aura of awe-inspiring merged with the murderous aura that shocked the genius.
What is unbelievable is that at this moment, the seven stone statues, which were as stable as mountains, began to tremble violently in vain, and the trembling sound could not be heard.
Bang! Mo Che, who was sitting on the stone chair, stood up in vain, looking at the seven stone statues in the sky with shock on his face. What kind of article could actually resonate with the statues!
And dull expressions also emerged from everyone. How many articles have resonated with the icons throughout the ages?
The seven stone statues trembled, and seven huge phantoms suddenly emerged from the stone statues. Everyone took a closer look, and they saw that the seven phantoms were the images of the seven legendary Confucian disciples.
In an instant, there was a dull thunder in the distant sky, followed closely by countless electric snakes, and the sky was filled with lightning and thunder.
The seven stone statues were not only trembling at this moment, but also shaking, and their roaring sounds were endless. This strange phenomenon lasted for several moments before it stopped.
The seven phantoms gradually dissipated, and the lightning and thunder in the void continued. At this moment, everyone turned their attention to Ye Shaohan and the rice paper that fell on the stone table. What on earth did he write that could resonate with the Seven Sages of Confucianism?
!At this moment, Ye Shaohan looked at the seven stone statues above the void with a slightly confused expression. His eyes gradually became clear from confusion, and an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth again.
Ye Shaohan raised the wine pot and drank it. The wine spilled on the rice paper again. At this moment, the rice paper also slowly floated up to the void.
For a time, countless surprised eyes looked up into the void involuntarily. They wanted to see what article could resonate with the Seven Sages of Confucianism, even Fengyunxiao and a few others.
The rice paper, as white as snow, was covered with dense writing. The rice paper was rolled together and slowly unfolded from top to bottom. The first thing that appeared in everyone's eyes was three huge characters in wild cursive writing: A murderous song!