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Chapter 342 Is This Something A Human Mind Can Come Up With?
"Look, Xie Feng left the pen and paper behind!"
"Is he going to write an article? Isn't he practicing Martial Dao?!"
"In front of all the masters of literature and art, Xie Feng is so ignorant? It's really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers!"
"Is he trying to steal the limelight from Mr. Zhao? Will he be too overconfident?"
"Ever since this kid appeared, I've been displeased with him. When the next article comes out, I'll pick him hard and scold him to death with spittle!"
"Look, Lord Yan's face is turning green with anger!"
Xie Feng's move caused an uproar in an instant, everyone was extremely surprised, and they all showed subtle expressions.
Yan Wuming was a little unhappy, he sat on the seat, looked at Xie Feng, and narrowed his old eyes.
He is very upset!
But he didn't explode on the spot.
He wants to see what kind of flowers such a brave young man can write!
Zhao Yu's eyes were gloomy, and he stared at Xie Feng opposite, with displeasure written all over his face.
At this time, Shutong B, who was coming towards the left seat, finally delivered the tray, he was slower than Shutong A!
"Master Zhao, you, are you still writing?"
Shutong B was full of anxiety.
Xie Feng and Zhao Yu sat opposite each other, and even Xie Feng was sitting higher. It stands to reason that it would take longer for the tray to reach him, but... Shutong A walked fast!
"roll!"
Zhao Yu was irritable, he said impatiently.
Shuboy B trembled with fright, and hurried away with the tray in his hand.
In the eyes of all the people, Xie Feng remained indifferent. He raised his head and stared outside the pavilion, only to see the mountains and rivers, the sky, the solitary bird and the red clouds, and the beautiful scenery of a good day!
Xie Feng was touched, thoughtful!
Many people also followed his gaze. It's just that what they saw may or may not be the same as what Xie Feng saw.
This situation... this scene...
That man...that text...
Xie Feng couldn't help but think of someone!
He picked up a pen, paved the paper, and the power of writing was transformed into ink, without any hesitation, he wrote it down!
The old county of Beisheng, the new mansion of Tengwang.
The star is divided into Yizhen, and the ground is connected to Henglu.
Just these two sentences, Xie Feng can feel the hidden talent in them when he writes them!
After all, he wrote a famous article in China in his previous life!
Tengwang Pavilion Preface!
This parallel prose has been passed down through the ages, full of talent!
Of course, Xie Feng also made some additions, deletions, deletions and revisions to this article to make it more reasonable and more suitable for the present.
This is called flexibility!
Because of the peerless talent exuded in the preface of the Tengwang Pavilion, every word written by Xie Feng will consume a huge amount of literary power.
He threw all the five billion dao crystals given by the law before in the "Sacred Book of Wen Dao".
With the help of this ancient and peerless book, he practiced several secret methods to strengthen his foundation and literary power.
It can be said that his current foundation is not inferior to some Wendao Great Masters!
Seeing this, everyone craned their necks to look over at the same time. They didn't react too much when they saw the first two sentences.
"It's very common! Who can't write it?"
"It's just a cliché!"
Someone laughed, which was particularly harsh in the silent space.
Many people nodded in agreement.
Yan Wuming is also contemptuous of his heart. The beginning of most articles is extremely important, and one can even tell the strength of the author's literary talent from it.
In the two sentences written by Xie Feng, the first sentence is ordinary, and the second sentence can barely be regarded as literary.
If it is still at this level...
That would be ridiculous!
Shui Yunjun sat on the honorable position, she looked at Xie Feng calmly, her heart was calm, and she didn't panic at all.
Although she has never seen Xie Feng show off his literary talents, she believes that the apprentice of Marquis Mo Yang is definitely not an ordinary person!
Faced with many people's doubts, Xie Feng turned a deaf ear to them, and his mind turned, continuously inputting the power of writing into the brush.
The power of writing is transformed into ink, written into characters one by one, and the writing energy gradually diffuses.
…
Wuhua Tianbao, the market where Longguang shoots bulls;
With outstanding talents, Xu Ru went to Chen Fan's couch.
When these two sentences came out, everyone's expressions changed slightly, as if they were touched, but they couldn't believe it. They continued to read with complicated hearts!
Thousands of miles to welcome, full of guests.
Tengjiaoqifeng, the poet of Meng Xueshi;
Zidian Qingshuang, the arsenal of General Wang...
After writing this, Xueshi Meng and General Wang present here were very pleasantly surprised. They didn't expect that they would be written in the article, so I still praise them!
And it's brilliantly written!
The two were instantly happy, and they looked at Xie Feng with admiration!
Seeing how flattered they were, Xie Feng complained silently in his heart. The two of them were included because Qiao's mother opened the door for Qiao——Qiao is home!
Xie Feng kept waving his pen, his writing became more and more fierce, and the surrounding guests gradually fell silent. They gathered around involuntarily, staring at Xie Feng's writing!
...
The cloud sells and the rain comes, and the color is clear and the district is bright.
The sunset and the lone duck fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.
The fishing boat sings late, ringing on the shore of the poor pengli;
The wild geese were frightened by the cold, and the sound broke the Pu of Hengyang.
boom!!
Just four sentences, the talent is monstrous!
Talent turned into a majestic fog, lingering around the Fujirim Pavilion, in the clouds and mists, visions billowing, extraordinary!
Everyone was stunned!
The sunset and the lone duck fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky!
One movement, one stillness, the eyes move with the scenery, the heart follows the scenery, a word "together" opens up another way, it is incomparably wonderful!
Is this something a human mind can come up with?!
When they looked out, the sky was full of red clouds, solitary birds were flying together, and the sky and water were connected together, blurring the boundaries.
"Not to mention anything else, just this sentence, Dean Xie is enough to leave his name in history!"
"However, I have no culture, so I can walk the world with one sentence!"
"Too awesome!"
"As expected of the dean! Where is Danfeng Academy? This old man is going to visit!"
"Principal Xie is amazingly talented, peerless poetry, nothing beats this!"
The last sentence was said by Yan Wuming who was seated above!
He shook his head in shock.
If he said that he was contemptuous before, now, he can only sigh in admiration!
Seeing the change in everyone's attitude towards Xie Feng, Zhao Yu became anxious. He wanted to take out the article he had prepared a long time ago, but after thinking about it, no matter how to measure and compare it, he felt that compared with Xie Feng's, what he wrote was the same. Rubbish!
wrong!
Worse than trash!
It's just a pile of stinky shit, the kind who vomits whoever sees it!
Zhao Yu's face turned blue, he stared at Xie Feng, a little jealous...
This is the one named Xie, come and steal his limelight!
His expression gradually twisted!
Xie Feng wrote hundreds of words eloquently. Every sentence, every line is so talented that it makes people feel ashamed. Apart from looking up, I still look up!
His writing and thinking are springing up, and his strength is endless.
He keeps writing!
Guanshan is difficult to cross, who is sad for those who lost their way;
Meet by chance, full of guests from other places.
When Emperor Huai disappeared without seeing him, what year will the Feng Xuan room be?
The more I write, the more excited I get!
The more you write, the more exciting!
Rolling talent turns into a white dragon of ten thousand feet, coiled on the rattan rim pavilion, the breath of the dragon pervades thousands of miles, and the text moves the world!