"This poem... is wrong, this word..."

Old Mu hesitated for a long time before putting down the scroll, and his eyes at Mars became strange.

"Old Mu, did you find any peerless poems?" Hearing Old Mu hesitating, the lotus fairy opened her red lips slightly and asked softly.

"Um...a peerless poem?" Mu Lao smiled: "It can indeed be called the word peerless."

After a surprising comment, Mr. Mu handed the scroll to the Lotus Fairy beside him: "Please borrow the fairy's mouth and chant it out."

"OK."

The lotus fairy nodded slightly, looked at it, and there was a look of surprise in her eyes. After reading it secretly, she couldn't help but whisper.

After a little while, after the Lotus Fairy breathed, she recited the poem that Mars handed over with her crisp and beautiful voice.

"The name of poetry...Shuitu Songtou."

The lotus fairy paused and, as everyone was looking forward to it, read the content carefully according to the rhythm: "When will the bright moon come? I ask the blue sky with wine. I don't know what year it will be tonight..."

"I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade buildings are so cold that it is so high. I dance and play with the clear shadows, how does it seem like I am in the world?"

The first half of this poem handed to him by Mars was heard in the venue. Before the Lotus Fairy had finished reading the rest, the guests in the entire hall who knew a little about the poems showed various expressions of surprise and ecstasy, which attracted others, even if they were not sure about it, were unconscious and were influenced by the atmosphere and quieted down.

Mars noticed the scorching eyes of the elders looking at him, and the extremely uneasy secret words were towards Xueyue.

"Sister Xueyue, my song...is very good?"

"Your poem? I think you'd better be honest with Mu Lao and others." Xue Yue rolled her eyes and said in a low voice: "The format of your poem is very different from that of the poems of the previous generations, but it is in line with the ancient style. Just by style, you can almost open the door and establish a school."

"What's more, this poem has an ethereal and grand state, and its distant place contains the heroic meaning, which is simply...that is touching."

"Touched?" Mars looked around and found that there were indeed many older generations who sang the first half of the poem with their eyes closed, as if they were still immersed in the artistic conception of the poem.

"Just the previous paragraph, this poem is already the best!" Located opposite Chi Longtai, the great writer Mu Tong applauded, completely disregarding Chi Longtai's unhappy expression and exclaimed: "I want to go back with the wind. Such famous quotes that are ethereal and without any mortal energy really fascinates me. I wish I could raise my glass to drink with the author immediately, and share the fascinating Moon Palace atmosphere and the day of a god!"

Mr. Mu and Mr. Huang looked at each other, and their eyes showed a sense of confidant, and nodded slightly to agree with the great writer's evaluation.

Since the rise of ancient Chinese style, most popular poems are lyrical or beautiful scenery, but few are heroic and grand, and there are not many related works that can be called excellent works.

The song "Su Shi's water tune" brought by Lin Han, the momentum that only heroic poets have, as well as the fairy spirit and the grand atmosphere of poetry, instantly instantly killed the poets present who were used to listening to the lyricist poems, which made them unconsciously raise the author of this poem to a very high level in their hearts!

"What about the following? Read the following paragraph quickly."

Fairy Lotus looked at Old Mu, with a very beautiful and gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, and whispered: "There is nothing below."

"There is no more?" Several old men stood up and shouted: "It's impossible. Only then did they feel that the artistic conception reached the peak. It was just when they were still not satisfied, so why did it disappear?"

"Who, who is the author!" An old man in a golden robe ran out angrily, stood in the middle of the banquet, and shouted: "Come out quickly and finish reading for me below!"

"Yes, there must be some below." The great writer Mutong also replied: "That was clearly only the first half just now, and there should be the second half to correspond to it."

These people are worthy of being a great scholar of ancient writing style. Just based on the poems in the first half, they have roughly guessed the format of the brand name of the Water Tiao Ge Tou.

"But, I really know only these." Mars lamented. Seeing the fierce crowd, he was also a little scared and had to choose to betray Lin Han.

"Silence, I know who the author is."

Old Mu narrowed his eyes and saw the secret words sent by Mars. The people in the banquet calmed down, then coughed gently, and slowly spoke six words.

City of the Sky...Lin Han.

"Lin Han?" Chi Longtai tightened his body, and the uncles around him were all shocked and looked at Old Mu in disbelief.

"Lin Han, how could it be Lin Han!" Chi Longtai whispered: "Why, it was him!"

Looking at the hall where people kept whispering or talking loudly but couldn't avoid the name of that person, Chi Longtai knew in his heart that after today... Lin Han's name should resound in the Federation of All Nations!

Even if they don’t pay attention to the civilians who fought and killed in the century, they would not have known that there will be a song called Water Melody Songtou at this literary conference, which is only half but is already a veritable first poem. They would not have known that the author of this Water Melody Songtou, his name is called Lin Han!

"Hurry up, go and contact the Lin family and ask them to find Lin Han and ask him to fill in the bottom for me!" The old man in golden robe roared loudly, as if extremely angry.

However, while Huang Lao and Mu Lao looked at each other and smiled bitterly, they also secretly blamed Lin Han for being too slick with a feeling of pampering. They only left half of the poem, and left it to Mars to present it.

"Listen to what Mars said, Lin Han doesn't seem to like to attend the literary conference. Looking at his poems, he is indeed a genius writer who likes quietness!" said Mu Lao, "But he actually gave only half of it, which is really annoying."

"Mars, remember to urge me to write the following poem!"

Mars ran to the two old tables with a bitter face and said, "I think so, but Brother Lin didn't answer my secret words, as if he was on the mission. Alas, if I had known Brother Lin's poems were so powerful, I wouldn't have dared to present them."

"Hmph, how dare you not bring it?" Old Mu roared angrily, and the Lotus Fairy beside him heard it in his heart, but on the other hand, he contacted the intelligence personnel of the Lotus Temple in the century of God's Greeting, and soon learned about Lin Han's general intelligence from the intelligence officer's oral narrative.
Chapter completed!