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- "The soul of poetry that you want to sell, can you show it first, so that our family can open our eyes?"
"Young master, please rest assured, in terms of price, our Zuifeng Building is absolutely fair."
The shopkeeper is a middle-aged man with a slightly wretched appearance, his cultivation base is profound, and his height is also a triple thunder.
"There's no rush for this."
Luo Yun sat in the private room, sipping the best cherry tea, and looked out the window: "What are you doing outside?"
The shopkeeper smiled: "There is a poetry fair going on outside, today's best one can spend the night with Tang Huakui, why, young master is also interested?"
Luo Yun shook his head lightly: "I just want to experience the literary talents of Xuanfeng talent."
The shopkeeper smiled contemptuously: What are you learning about literary talents? They are clearly here for their Zuifenglou courtesans. These scholars like to pretend to be noble.
In the hall, it was extremely lively.
Thousands of talented people gather together, delicacies from mountains and seas, fine wines and wines can be seen everywhere, and the aroma is lingering.
But this group of people didn't come here for food and drink, so no one tasted the delicious food on the table after it was cold, and they had to throw it away when they were taken down.
"Mother Liu, come up with the question."
"Yes, we have been waiting for a long time. Today we must win the championship, and we must get drunk with Tang Huakui."
"Brother Zheng, are you trying to get drunk? I'm too embarrassed to tell you."
"Don't talk about it, a spring night is worth a thousand gold, hehehe."
The talented scholars and literati at the entrance are like hungry male dogs, coveting the beauty of Tang Huakui, which is really disgusting.
"Are all scholars in the fairy world like this?"
Luo Yun shook his head endlessly.
He came here today not to sell his poetic soul, but to see the literary talent of Xuanfeng talent, who knows, he was greatly disappointed.
At this time, in the lobby of Zuifeng Tower, Mama Liu, the bustard, unveiled three posters.
It says "cloud", "flower" and "moon".
Good guy, it's still a propositional composition.
"Young masters, please use Yunhuayue to compose poems, the theme is not limited, and you can play it freely."
"Those who are appreciated by Miss Tang can go to the flower pavilion, sleep together in the same bed, and spend a whole night in love"
Ms. Liu's words were very explicit, and immediately excited the thousands of talented people present, all of whom breathed hot air and racked their brains to write poems.
"Clouds? Flowers? Moon?"
"Hmph, watch how I smash your faces!"
As soon as Luo Yun thought about it, the Qingping tune written by Li Bai to Concubine Yang came to his mind, but he didn't recite it right away, he had to check the situation first.
It has to be said that these Xuanfeng talents still have a little bit of ink in their stomachs. The sixth-class yellow poetic soul and the seventh-class green poetic soul emerge in endlessly, like a hundred flowers blooming in the Zuifeng Building.
Sudden!
A dazzling blue light suddenly protruded, suppressing the light of all sixth- and seventh-class poetic souls.
"Blue, fifth-class poetry soul!"
"It's Shen Ge from White Horse Academy!"
"Ah, the fifth-class poetic soul, crush us!"
"Shen Ge deserves to be a genius who passed the examination of Qiankun Academy and obtained the rank of 'Julen'."
"Sweet and windy pavilion, fragrant rain and scattered clouds and flowers, good poems, good poems"
In the Zuifeng Building, thousands of talented scholars read a piece of "Eternal Dream Order", and they all felt ashamed and took back their poetic spirit.
"Concession, concession."
A young man in a Confucian robe thanked the Quartet, he was proud of the spring breeze, and there was a trace of suppressed excitement on his face.
Tang Wu!
The number one beauty in Shenying City, the oiran of Zuifenglou, Shen Ge, can finally kiss Fangze today?
"Congratulations, Mr. Shen Ge, for making the only fifth-class masterpiece on the scene, but we, Miss Tang, don't like it, we have to say something."
Mother Liu laughed out loud.
"I trust Miss Tang's eyesight."
Shen Ge was very polite.
But the next moment, he couldn't hold back anymore.
A male voice with a little immature sounded from the private room on the fifth floor:
"Yun Xiang clothes Hua Xiangrong,
The spring breeze blows the threshold of Revlon,
If it wasn't for Qunyu Mountain,
? Will meet the moon next to Yaotai. "
The oiran "Tang Wu" of the Zuifeng Tower heard this poem in the boudoir, and was taken aback for a moment, wondering if he had heard it wrong.
Then, everyone saw a black light shining from the private room.
Accompanying it was the horrified scream of the shopkeeper of Zuifenglou.
"Third-class poetry soul!"
"I actually witnessed the birth of a third-class poetic soul!!"
What?
Shen Ge from White Horse Academy, with veins popping on his face, his soul consciousness poured into Luo Yun's private room like a violent wind and raging waves.
Sure enough, I saw a black poetic soul rising slowly, exuding a rare and noble light.
"A third-class poetic soul, really a third-class poetic soul!"
"How could this be? Who is this person who can write ancient quatrains!"
"Third-class poetic soul, eternal quatrains, who is the great Confucian of Qiankun Academy?"
There were thousands of talents present, most of them were monks, and their soul consciousness rushed in. They were all shocked when they saw the black poetic soul in front of Luo Yun.
"how so¡¡"
Shen Ge's complexion was as ugly as if he was dead.
A third-class poetic soul, how could a third-class poetic soul be born in an ordinary mortal poetry meeting?
Many people suspect that they are suffering from hallucinations, or are dreaming.
"Who is this boy?"
At this moment, a question hangs in the hearts of all the talents.
"My lord is a great talent, my lord is a great talent."
The shopkeeper knelt down directly, the kind that really knelt down.
The third-class poems are called eternal quatrains, the second-class poems are called eternal quatrains, and the first-class poems are called holy poems. These three kinds of poems belong to legends in the mortal world, and no one has ever seen them.
Eternal quatrains, placed in a fairy gate like Qiankun Academy, will cause a huge shock.
At this moment, a refreshing fragrance of flowers floated from the sky, which relieved the tense nerves of the talented scholars.
"Tang Huakui has appeared!"
Someone exclaimed.
Thousands of pairs of eyes looked up, only to see a beautiful figure with red make-up like a dream, rushing into the elegant room, without even looking at Shen Ge.
Shen Ge's face turned dark.
"Where are you going, my lord?"
As soon as the oiran "Tang Wu" of Zuifeng Tower floated into the private room, she found Luo Yun getting up and about to leave, and the shopkeeper was trying to persuade him to stay.
Luo Yun turned his back to her: "Go where I should go."
Tang Wu frowned slightly: "Didn't the young master come for me?"
Luo Yun quickly answered: "No!"
"Cluck~"
Tang Mei smiled twice, her peachy face half hidden:
"Master, you are joking. Who came to participate in the poetry meeting today not for the slave family? Perhaps the master himself did not expect that today he could compose a quatrain through the ages, right? Speaking of which, this song 'Cloud Thinking of Clothes and Flowers of Flowers' was provided by the slave family. Inspiration for"
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