Moe Niang Xing Ji

The state of chanting chrysanthemums has been the favorite of poetry masters since ancient times.

But who is Huang Chao? There are chrysanthemums in the characters of the stars. In the history, there are only two poems in her life. Both of them are related to chrysanthemums. He is unique and extremely brilliant, and he doesn't know how he will die if he competes with her.

Huang Chao showed a strange smile: "Let's make a chrysanthemum realm, whoever can get the power of the great wishes of the masters wins, it's fair, what do you think?"

Chen Mo racked his brains, racking his brains, but he couldn't think of anything comparable to Huang Chao.

"Of course, I won't use the previous one to deal with you." Huang Chao said disdainfully.

"If you don't use this song, you may not be able to beat me." Chen Mo rolled his eyes.

Huang Chao was contemptuous in her heart, even a monk dared to use an axe in front of her. Except for that one, in fact, Huang Chao already had a poem about chrysanthemum in her heart. She had never made this poem public, but because of the state of this poem, she Just entered the sky.

She is very confident, even if Liu Yong and Su Shi are right, they can win.

"Hmph, go ahead, I want you to laugh and be generous in front of others." Huang Chao lowered his eyebrows and curled his mouth.

Hearing that someone compared Yongju's poems, the people around were very curious.

But after seeing that Chen Mo is a Hunyuan cultivator, he showed disapproval.

Mysterious and yellow poems belong to the talents of spiritual generals. It is idiotic for a man to want to obtain the great wishes of the masters.

These people immediately lost interest, discussing Yongju's poems with their friends, thinking hard about new poems.

Seeing Huang Chao's domineering attitude, Chen Mo was quite unhappy. Seeing that she seemed to want to humiliate him, Chen Mo smiled and was impolite.

Turning around in the yard, looking at the lonely and blooming chrysanthemums all over the yard, the cold fragrance is like the autumn wind sweeping.

After a circle, Chen Mo walked to the stone tablet.

"You're a man, don't take it upon yourself." The woman who made the flowers bloom just now is not a hundred flowers, scolded impatiently.

Chen Mo glanced at her, his eyes were firm, his figure was majestic, the girl's heart trembled, and the second sentence was swallowed by this momentum.

Chen Mo lifted his fingertips, and practiced his mind learning. He was in the artistic conception of a courtyard full of chrysanthemums, and a sword energy shot out, and it was carved on the stone tablet.

"The rustling westerly wind is all over the yard."

After the first line of the poem appeared, Huang Chao's sneer disappeared.

"The core is cold, the fragrance is cold, and the butterflies are hard to come by."

In the second sentence, the spirit general and the monks in the courtyard stopped talking, and raised their eyes to look at the stele, each with different surprises.

"If I were Qing Emperor in his age"

After the third sentence appeared, everyone's expressions turned pale with astonishment, and the air froze.

When the last sentence "report and peach blossoms bloom together." appeared, Luoying Courtyard could no longer hear anyone's voice, even breathing disappeared, and there was the sound of chrysanthemums trembling in the cold wind all over the courtyard.

"impossible"

Huang Chao was shocked.

The westerly wind is blowing and the yard is full of plants, the stamens are cold, the fragrance is cold and the butterflies are hard to come;

If I were the Qing emperor in his year, I would bloom together with peach blossoms.

The laughing girl in yellow was moved by reading the poems about chrysanthemums on the stele.The whole chant of chrysanthemum does not contain a word of chrysanthemum, but it vividly outlines a picture of chrysanthemum.

The state of chanting chrysanthemums by the spiritual generals of the past dynasties, whether it expresses the feeling of "solitary and proud of the world", the attitude of "solitary and uncommon" or the feeling of "lonely and unaccompanied", is often inseparable from the word "solitary". If I were Qing Emperor in his year, retribution and peach blossoms bloom together, but there is an ambition to be proud of the world, independent, and soaring to the sky, which will simply eclipse other chrysanthemums.

A vast artistic conception enveloped Luoyingyuan, and it seemed that there were peach blossoms and chrysanthemums blooming at the same time in the void.

I saw the radiance of the Zhuzi stele shining brightly, and almost all of them entered into Chen Mo's coquettish jade pendant.

Even the ambitions of the philosophers are overwhelmed by this chant of chrysanthemums.

"If I were Qing Emperor in his year, it would be so bold to repay the peach blossoms together, my God." The woman in yellow trembled and looked at Chen Mo in disbelief. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would not have believed such a poem. will come from the mouth of a man.

Chen Mo calmed down, Luoyingyuan regained his composure, and turned to look at Huang Chao.

The woman's expression was extremely astonished, and she was furious: "You copied my Yongju" and saw a burst of hostility from her eyes, like the water pouring from all over the world, making everyone feel chilly.

The shadow of Xuanwu towered above the sky, remaining indifferent amidst the hostility.

Chen Mo strolled in the courtyard, and smiled coldly: "Huang Chao, can't you afford to lose?"

"you"

Huang Chao clenched her fists tightly. This chant of chrysanthemums was exactly the work she made when she broke through to the realm of Tianxing. Originally, she wanted to make a blockbuster in the coquettish conference, but she never expected that a man would coincide with her and put Her realm was brewed out.

"How is it possible, how is it possible, how is it possible?" Huang Chao said eight how is it possible, and was a little bit shocked.

"The chanting chrysanthemum made by this monk has an extraordinary artistic conception. We have seen it with our own eyes, and he made it earlier than you. How could it be plagiarism, unless you have proof that it was earlier than him." The monks in the courtyard were all impressed by this chrysanthemum Chen Mo retorted.

Huang Chao scolded, and saw the golden light shining in the courtyard, countless golden chrysanthemums and peach blossoms bursting out, which had the same artistic conception as Chen Mo.

"It can only mean that you have comprehended the realm of your verse, it doesn't mean anything." The girl frowned.

"Huang Chao, it's your turn to sing the chrysanthemum." Chen Mo made a gesture of invitation.

The Chrysanthemum Chrysanthemum he made was indeed Huang Chao's own, but seeing how arrogant she was, Chen Mo took it to fight back, and let her know what it means to be beyond the sky.

Huang Chao took a deep breath before calming down the urge to kill in her heart. If she killed someone for a song of chrysanthemums, then she would be no different from Song Zhiwen who killed people for a sentence every year and every year. , will only leave a dirty reputation.

Huang Chao couldn't find any evidence of Chen Mo's plagiarism, and even if she was killed, she would never have thought that Chen Mo's previous life knew this chant chrysanthemum like the back of his hand.

coincidence

Genius?

Or maybe he used to have something to do with the star name of his Huangchao

"Very good, those who fall into the sky should be damned"

Tian Juxing's eyes gathered hostility, and he stretched out his hand, and several golden lights were carved on the stone tablet.

When Chen Mo went to look, Huang Chao had disappeared and slipped away.

"Damn, I lost to Yupei as promised, and you really can't gamble with petty people." Chen Mo was funny, these people often won't fulfill their promises, so they never lose anything in betting against each other.

However, looking at the poem Huang Chao left on the stone tablet, it was worthy of Baihua to be the leader. Naturally, He Huangyi, who was gifted by God, is also unruly, and he really deserves to be a genius who sings chrysanthemums.

"My lord." The girl in yellow walked up to Chen Mo and cupped her hands.

"You're welcome, just call me Chen Mo." Chen Mo replied.

"Bucai is a feeling of star drunkness, singing joys and sorrows, Bai Juyi, Bai Qingyu, Mr. Chen Mo benefited a lot from this chant of chrysanthemum called Bucai, can Qingyu communicate with you?" The girl gave her real name, politely Looking forward to it.

Bai Juyi, that is known as the king of poets and demons, has extremely high achievements in literature.Just looking at the girl, it seems that the star name has not been born and grown for too long, and she is outside the realm of the earth and stars, but this is just the dust of the pearls, and it will surely shine in all directions in time.Chen Mo respected and treated each other politely.

"Of course, it's just that sister Qingyu don't dislike me for my lack of knowledge."

Hearing the whisper of his sister, Bai Juyi blushed slightly, but still nodded righteously.

"That Huang Chao left a sentence just now, she has great ambitions, it's not easy. She said that her brother plagiarized, which shows that she has a small mind, and my brother should be careful." The girl is also smart and clever.

Chen Mo nodded, Bai Juyi in front of him was really cute.KenShu.CC collects and organizes the novels, and the copyright belongs to the author or the publishing house.

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Chapter 476

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Su Mian was leaning on the balcony of the palace with a lazy expression. She unfolded the white silk with her slender hands. There were words on the silk. The handwriting was elegant and agile, and it made people feel refreshed and happy. This was a good poem that the poet Du Fu personally copied for her. ○

"If I am the Qing Emperor in his year, I will be rewarded with the peach blossoms."

Su Mian chanted softly, her eyes sparkling. "Heroic yet romantic, it really resembles Chen Mo's style."

"Sister, what are you talking about?"

Su Wanyang came over, and was very unhappy when she heard the murmur of the Millennium Dream. There should be only her own poems that can make her sister like her.

"I'm going to test you, if you take singing chrysanthemum as the topic, what should you do?" Su Mian asked.

Wushuang Xinghao thought for a few seconds, and then blurted out: "Light muscles and weak bones are scattered and secluded flowers, and the golden stamens are flooded with clouds. If you want to know, it is old trillium, and it begins to bloom when the herbs are destroyed."

Su Shi's chanting chrysanthemum is also very beautiful and vivid. He even compares chrysanthemum to a medicinal material that prolongs life, and admires its character.Looking at Quyuan City, it can be regarded as a masterpiece that can be praised.

But after reading his years, if I were the Qing Emperor, Su Mian felt a little dull, so she showed Su Shi this Chrysanthemum Chrysanthemum in a thousand-year dream.

Wushuang Xinghao's eyes moved, and his face changed slightly.

"Who Made This"

"you guess."

"It's definitely not Liu Fengxi. Liu Jingshui can't write such ambitious poems. Well, it can't be Taiyi Hermit. She likes to live in seclusion and is extraordinary and refined. She can't be as heroic as Qingdi."

Su Shi analyzed: "Well, this realm is romantic, majestic, and only a poetic fairy, but why would she come to the Coquettish Conference? With the realm of a white-clothed sword fairy, she shouldn't come to the conference to compete for the ambitions of the masters, unless she wants to come to Baisheng Qi Ming is also impossible."

Su Mian revealed the name under the white silk.

Su Wanyang's guess is clear. "Sister Chen Mo, are you joking?"

"This was copied by Du Fu himself, do you think my sister would be joking?" Su Mian smiled slightly.

Su Mian snorted, "This sentimental man wants to be the Qing Emperor, let the chrysanthemum bloom together, it really disturbs Tian Gang, really frivolous, playful, and only he has such an artistic conception."

"That's not what my sister said just now." Su Mian laughed.

"I didn't know he did it just now." Su Shi's face was righteous.

"You have prejudice against Chen Mo."

"Yu has prejudice against men."

"Wan Yang, this time all the saints are singing together, don't take it lightly. I invited Liu Fengxi to the banquet last time. Her state of watching the tide is also wonderful. Now Qu Yuancheng is singing her song."

"Liu Jingshui is indeed a genius. Her words are beautiful, but they are too graceful. This kind of state can resonate with people all over the world, but it can't resonate with scholars. Yu Ke still has a few songs that have not been released." Su Shi said proudly.

"With the help of my sister, there are still some incomprehensible things about the other articles in the Hall of All Saints, but they are almost understandable, and other people are absolutely incomparable."

"Recently, I heard from Siyou that Li Liangyi sent a star general with a potential Ziwei spirit to disturb the resonance in the Hall of All Saints."

"This Li Shimin is uneasy and kind." Su Wanyang frowned.

"Of course, she is concerned about the relationship between you and me as sisters, and doesn't want me to have a friend who can become a sage."

"Then let her come, Yu Zhengchou can't enjoy himself."

"Wan Yang, what level is your jade pendant now?"

"It's already purple." Su Wanyang took out the country style pendant, which exudes a leisurely purple light. This is the seventh day of the coquettish meeting, and her jade pendant has reached its peak.

"Very good, you go to prepare well for the sage's difficulty in the Hall of All Saints. I have to discuss how to deal with that star named Huang Chao."

"No, Yu wants to play now."

Su Mian: ""

"Hmph, I went to find Chen Mo, and I wanted to see how capable he is." Su Shi hummed a few times.

Su Mian thought that Chen Mo was also unfathomable and unpredictable, and it might be helpful for Su Wanyang to communicate with him, so she nodded.

Vientiane Temple, Liangyi Hall.

A slender woman in a long dress with a face like a crown of jade is helping Li Shimin, the god of all ages, to bathe and change clothes, preparing to wash her hands and burn incense. She can only see Li Liangyi's delicate body without a trace, and her beautiful jade is flawless. It is difficult for such a perfect art figure.

Soft skin, every inch of it is gentle and soft, with straight front and back curled up, curly and graceful.

Bellyband, brocade clothes, the woman carefully waited for her to put them on, her gaze fixed on Li Liangyi's eyes, full of envy.

"When it comes to the beauty of the city, how can Star Realm Qiyan compare with my sister?"

"Oh, according to Wuji, have I been reduced to being compared with the seven beauties of the star realm?" Li Liangyi's tone was light.

But the woman is not afraid of her majesty, her star name is the eldest grandson Wuji of Yingguan, the leader of Lingyan Pavilion, although she may not be the strongest in force, she has the closest relationship with Li Shimin.

She smiled softly: "Wuji just remembered that Yang Yuhuan, the embarrassing queen of Star Realm Qiyan, also fell in shame and indignation in front of her sister, but unfortunately she didn't know her sister's beauty."

Li Liangyi was expressionless.

After changing clothes, Li Liangyi burned incense.

Sandalwood lingers.

"How's the Yellow Nest?"

"Well, Huang Chao has successfully entered Xiaoya, and she should be able to enter the Hall of All Saints with the jade pendant. She seems to have other plans." Changsun Wuji said.

"No matter what her plan is, as long as she can prevent Su Shi from gaining the power of the Hall of All Saints, let her go." Li Shimin said lightly.

"Sister is really understanding."