When the gods paid homage, it was no small matter. Boom, Chen Shaojun immediately felt an invisible force blasting into his body. In the dark, Chen Shaojun's body became strong, his strength increased, and even his literary spirit also increased a lot.

"boom!"

In an instant, I saw a stream of literary energy rising into the sky from Chen Shaojun's head, one foot, two feet, three feet... eight feet, nine feet!

Nine battles of literary spirit!

The realm of master!

However, Chen Shaojun's literary talent continued to grow, and he did not stop until he reached the peak of the Nine Dou and was close to the Ten Dou.

Seeing this scene, people all around were exclaiming. After reaching a certain level of literary skills, it becomes extremely difficult to improve. For ordinary people, it is even more difficult to reach seven fights. It is even more difficult to increase half a fight. Chen Shaojun only participated in one.

The snow-appreciation event increased the literary spirit by two measures. In this aspect alone, Chen Shaojun surpassed many masters.

But thinking about it, everyone was relieved that Chen Shaojun wrote this poem by Wen Zhuxiaohan. It is completely normal to be able to write such poetry and articles, have such talent, and have such performance.

Chen Shaojun was also surprised. The poem he wrote can indeed be regarded as elevating the plum blossom to a certain extent, but it is very common in poetry writing. He just did not expect to achieve this plum blossom goddess, and this plum blossom goddess bowed in the void.
Chapter completed!