Wang Dong had the urge to take the first step and shout out the next sentence before Xu Chuan.
In the end, I still endured it.
First of all, he doesn't need to show off in such a low way, and secondly, he wants to see what Xu Chuan is up to.
Then he watched Xu Chuan take the second step.
"without thinking"
Step three.
"Unforgettable"
Step 4.
"A Thousand Miles of Solitary Grave"
Step 5.
"There is no place to talk about desolation"
Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking or forgetting, thousands of miles in a lonely tomb, with no place to talk about desolation.
Xu Chuan stopped, with a sad look on his face. The breeze blew across his face, ruffling a strand of hair on his temples.
Elegant, desolate...
Around him, not only a group of girls were shocked, but also many scholars were dumbfounded.
The first sentence Xu Chuan spoke made everyone get goosebumps.
As soon as the next sentence came out, even if they were just ordinary young masters, they understood that this was definitely a famous poem passed down from generation to generation.
A famous piece that can be recorded in the annals of history and be famous throughout the ages!
Are they lucky enough to witness the emergence of a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation?
Until Xu Chuan stopped and stopped talking, they were still in a sluggish state and did not react.
Wang Dong curled his lips, he didn't feel anything, the only feeling was that he wanted to laugh.
He traveled through so many years, why didn't he think of using poetry to show off?
But Wang Dong soon understood why!
Because he doesn't need to rely on these crooked ways to show off, because he only needs this face to be able to pretend to be all cool.
With his condition and face, what other poems do he need?
After all, he is a person who relies on his face to make a living, others can only envy him!
Thinking about it, Wang Dong couldn't help but sympathize with this Xu Chuan. In fact, he only needed to show his face to get what others worked so hard to pursue. How could God be unfair?
Wang Dong felt that God could be more unfair!
By the Zangjian River, the group of talented people and beauties were dumbfounded.
"Changkong, this is just the beginning, why don't you continue?" Everyone was silent and shocked by Xu Chuan's words. Only Fat Tiger reacted first and couldn't help but ask.
At this time, everyone gradually came back to their senses and looked at Xu Chuan with admiration and shock.
I can’t believe that when Xu Chuan opened his mouth, it hit people’s souls so directly.
"Your Highness, as soon as you said these few words, everyone in the slave family burst into tears!" The girl in white who had previously asked Xu Chuan to compose a poem for Qingxu Sword Master sobbed.
It's not pretending, it's not pretending, it's really crying.
I just listened to the story of Qingxu Sword Master, and Xu Chuan added this sentence, which is really tear-jerking.
The tolerance of girls in this world to "spreading blood" is far worse than that of the earth!
"Your Highness, your poem will definitely be handed down from generation to generation as soon as it is written. If it can be completed, we will be honored to witness the birth of a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation!"
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is well-deserved. I was a little dissatisfied with Xu Badou's title before, thinking it was too exaggerated, but now I am convinced!"
"Wang Siqi, Zhang Sanliao, and Li Donglai, what qualifications do they have to be ranked as the four great talents with His Highness Changkong?"
…………
…
Xu Chuan sighed and said with extremely deep eyes: "I can no longer compose this poem, and I will disappoint you all."
"Why?" Everyone was extremely surprised.
It would be such a pity that such a famous work handed down from generation to generation should be interrupted like this!
Xu Chuan shook his head, his face was heavy, his eyes were full of sadness, and he sighed: "I think about Qingxu Sword Master, my heart aches, and I have no intention of doing it again."
Everyone sighed and shouted that it was a pity.
A young girl shouted loudly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is the most loving and holy, and he is actually Qingxu Sword Master's confidant from generation to generation!"
Xu Chuan's expression remained unchanged, still full of sadness, his eyes were deep and sad, and his demeanor was graceful and outstanding.
But deep down in his heart, he secretly sighed. He said it sounded nice, but in fact, he forgot the words.
He could recite this Jiang Chengzi poem on Earth, but over the years, he had long forgotten it. It would be great if he could remember the opening chapter.
Although everyone was sorry, they couldn't force Xu Chuan to finish.
Some people boasted: "Just this opening chapter is enough to be passed down to the world!"
"In ancient times, Hu Changge, the king of poets, wrote a poem in ten steps. Today, Xu Changkong, the prince of Nanwang, wrote a poem in five steps!"
"Yes, Xu Badou's opening chapter is probably something no one can continue today."
…………
…
It is true that Xu Chuan is "talented", but the reason why these people surround Xu Chuan and praise him is not only because of Xu Chuan's talent, but also because of his family background!
Prince Nan, he is ranked among the best in the entire Dayue Kingdom.
Xu Chuan slowly walked back to his wicker chair and sat down.
Although the task given to him by Zhutian Palace this time was not difficult, it was quite time-consuming.
He only has one month to complete his mission in Xuanhong World, and now there are less than ten days left!
Wang Dong's guess was correct. This guy was indeed from the All Heavens Palace and was sent to the Xuanhong World to do a mission.
Just when Xu Chuan was thinking wildly, a figure walked down from Tianhua Mountain next to the Zangjian River.
Originally I could only see a black spot, but then I got closer and closer.
"It's Nie Qingyun!" When he saw the face of the visitor clearly, a scholar suddenly exclaimed.
"The youngest swordsman of Dayue Kingdom, the only son of General Nie Yuan, he actually came to Zhennan City!"
"It is said that Nie Qingyun already received the title of 'Swordsman' from the Martial Arts Association when he was eighteen years old!"
"The youngest swordsman before Otsuki Kingdom was twenty years old, and he has already broken the record!"
…………
…
Everyone was talking a lot and they were all extremely excited.
The status of warriors recognized by the martial arts association and awarded the title of swordsman is much higher than that of ordinary reckless warriors. In terms of status, their status is no lower than that of the seventh-level officials of the Otsuki Kingdom.
What's more, Nie Qingyun is the only son of General Nie Yuan, and his status is even more unusual.
The appearance of Nie Qingyun immediately overshadowed Xu Chuan's glory.
Even those little fans of Xu Chuan looked at Nie Qingyun with shining eyes.
Fat Tiger was now beside Xu Chuan, curled his lips and said: "A bunch of busy little girls, just now they had to marry you!"
Xu Chuan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Dayue Kingdom values martial arts over literature. In fact, the entire Xiaoxuanyuan world is like this.
With the same reputation, the status of warriors is much higher than that of scholars.
Nie Qingyun walked down from Tianhua Mountain and came to the bank of the Zangjian River. It seemed that he had just experienced a battle on the mountain. There was a torn hole on his sleeve, and there were some blood stains on his gown.
There was a sharp aura about him, which was completely different from the sharpness and sharpness of a scholar. It immediately suppressed the ladies and gentlemen present and silenced them. They did not dare to talk anymore.
Wang Dong could feel that the Yang Lang he was following had some fluctuations in his mood after seeing this Nie Qingyun.
Obviously, this guy came here to find this Nie Qingyun.
Presumably, this general’s only son is a member of the Heaven-turning Society!