The whole building is strangely quiet.

Everyone looked at Lin Yi in amazement.

This moment.

Countless people feel as if they have transformed into Qingming, riding the wind, flying to the nine heavenly palaces, and facing the bright moon...

"This poem should only be found in heaven, and it is rare to hear it in the world."

He heard that he was so stupid that he woke up from his mind.

She pondered at what time the bright moon would be, and was fascinated.

Not only her, but everyone in the entire building was fascinated.

Even the three Lou Yufeng, who were hostile to Lin Yi, were also fascinated and unwilling to wake up.

Only Xiaojiu looked at everyone around him for no reason. He curiously said to himself: "What's wrong with everyone? Why do they all look like drinking? Is this poem by Brother Lin more attractive than aged wine? It actually makes everyone in the entire building fascinated."

"Yes, that's true."

Wenren Mu Yue exclaimed: "Mr. Lin's poem uses the moon to express his feelings, which seems to paint a fairyland on earth. The towers and pavilions are so cold that they dance to make clear shadows. How good is it to be in the world? It's so good! These poems are so good. Especially the last two sentences, I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles apart. Such wonderful poems are probably spread throughout the world!"

"What? It's spread throughout the world?! It's true or false?"

Lou Yufeng suddenly woke up and asked unwillingly.

He admitted that Lin Yi's poem is very good, but it will not spread to the world.

"It is impossible to spread throughout the world, at most it can spread throughout the city of Xiangyang."

Zhao Lianbi immediately denied.

"Hmph, isn't it just a broken poem about the moon? Not to mention spreading to the world, spreading all over the city of Xiangyang, I think this poem will be forgotten after tonight."

Zhou Guanyu sneered disdainfully.

However.

His words just finished.

Rumble!!!

Thunder exploded, and thunder rolled, and a lightning bolt turned into a thunderbolt, hitting the roof of the building.

Hurry!

The bricks and tiles fell all over the floor.

Zhou Guanyu was so scared that her face was pale and her body was trembling.

"Stop the word!"

Wenren Mu Yue scolded coldly, staring at Zhou Guanyu with a bad expression.

Zhou Guanyu was so scared that she quickly covered her mouth.

That's when.

The thunder disappeared, the dark clouds disappeared, and the bright moon above the sky became unprecedentedly bright and unprecedentedly bright.

The moonlight seems to have extremely mysterious power. Wherever the moonlight shines, Lin Yi's previous song "When will the bright moon come to an end?"

This scene shocked everyone present.

Wenren Mu Yue gave Lin Yi a thumbs up and said in awe: "Young Master Lin, when will your bright moon come to you? You will be blessed by the Nine Heavens Moon God. It has been recorded in the eternal verses. After today, everyone in the world knows when your bright moon comes to you. Your lyrics will become a masterpiece of eternal verses and will be passed down to you forever!"

As soon as this sentence was spoken, everyone present worshipped Lin Yi Xinsheng.

Even those handsome and handsome men with clever words looked at Lin Yi with burning eyes, and they couldn't find any flattery words for a while.

Lou Yufeng and the other three looked like they were constipated at this moment.

They never dreamed that Lin Yi would write a lyric casually and would become a masterpiece of eternity.

You should know that the path of literature, especially poetry, songs and essays, is extremely harsh and strict.

A poem is divided into cities and cities, cities and villages, families and countries, the world, and the ages.

A poet has a poem that spreads throughout his life to a city wall, which is enough to boast about his whole life.

And if a poet has a poem spread throughout his life to his country, it is enough to be called the mainstay of this guy.

If a poet has a poem that will spread throughout his life, his name will be included in this great heaven and will be remembered forever.

However, if a poet writes a poem that has been passed down through the ages, his name will be loaded into the nine heavens! It will be remembered and worshipped by the world forever.

Even Lin Yi himself did not expect that he would make such a big mistake by writing a poem casually.

However, after writing this poem, he gained a lot and his cultivation level has reached two levels!

Originally, when he entered the immortal world, he was at the fifth level of the divine weapon. After drawing a painting, his cultivation level broke through to the sixth level of the divine weapon. After drawing the second painting, he originally thought that he would break through to the first level of the divine weapon again, but there was no movement for a long time.

And this time, he wrote a random poem, and in turn he broke through two heavens in succession and reached the eighth level of the divine weapon! He was only two heavens away from the divine general.

Lin Yi even thanked Xiaojiu for taking him here to make a mess.

I originally thought that after entering the fairy world, it would be difficult to improve my cultivation. I didn’t want to paint a picture and write a poem, but I could easily break through.

There were sounds of admiration and discussion in the building.

At the beginning, the sound was very small, and not long after, the sound was full of people.

"My God! How lucky I am tonight? I actually witnessed the birth of a poem that has been passed down through the ages. After I returned, I was enough to blow my life in front of my friends."

"Hahaha, the masterpiece! Is Mr. Lin a banished immortal who fell from the nine heavens? Why is he so stubborn and painting a picture of the eighth painting realm and the nineh painting realm. He can write a poem casually, which is a masterpiece of the eternal song, which is very awesome."

"I decided that from now on, Mr. Lin will be my only dream lover. None of you will compete with me!"

This moment.

Countless people looked at Lin Yi with their eyes glowing, wishing they could swallow Lin Yi as if they were in their eyes.

Wenren Mu Yue looked around and said loudly: "I announce that the second competition of the beauty selection competition, when will Lin Yi and Mr. Lin have a song about bright moon, and will be able to beat the heroes and win the first place. I think, do you have no questions about my judgment?"

As he said this, Wen Ren and Mu Yue's eyes turned and looked at Lou Yufeng and the other two.

This moment.

Lou Yufeng and the other two had stiff faces and bitter mouths, as if they had swallowed a fly.

People are so angry that people are so angry that they are. What else can I say?

Faced with the poems that have been passed down through the ages, their deceased poems are simply inferior to those of them.

This time, Lin Yi slapped in the face again, and even Yahuazi was swollen.

"Young Master Lin, Gao Cai, I admire you and am willing to admit defeat."

Lou Yufeng and the other two bowed to Lin Yi, bowed and bowed.

Lin Yi smiled slightly and said, "The three young masters are too humble. No matter what, the masterpieces of the three young masters are still worthy."

When the three of them heard this, they wanted to pounce on and strangle Lin Yi to death.

If you don’t open any pot, you will be able to bring it to you. We have already surrendered to you. But you will actually kill someone and whip the corpse.

As expected.

After Lin Yi reminded him, Xiaojiu immediately said: "That's right, Mr. Lou's poem "The bright moon appears in Black Mountain, which is very bright and beautiful, but why is the bright moon emerged in Black Mountain? Could it be that Mr. Lou is a robber?"

Lou Yufeng was so angry that he gritted his teeth, wishing to crush Xiaojiu's bones and stir up ashes.

"And Mr. Zhao, this poem is accompanied by sun and moon. The word "two moons" is also very good. But Mr. Zhao, you seem to have forgotten one thing. The first game of this handsome men's selection competition is the competition. What's wrong with you? And your two poems are nonsense."

Zhao Lianbi was so angry that he gritted his teeth and stared at him. He fainted from anger. He stared at Xiaojiu and said in his heart: Boy, Liangzi has been settled, let's see how I will deal with you in the future!

"I almost forgot, there is also Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou. Your poem "The moon is bright, stars are sparse and flowers are everywhere, and the clouds are hazy in the well. Could it be that the meaning of watching the sky in the well? Could it be that Mr. Zhou is a frog at the well and once watched the sky in the well?"

Xiaojiu laughed and mocked Zhou Guanyu.

Zhou Guanyu's face was so angry that her face turned red and her body was trembling.

If it weren't for Wenren and Mu Yue here, he would have pounced on Xiaojiu and beaten him up.

After Lin Yi defeated the heroes, he killed and whipped the corpse at the three of them.

Xiaojiu arrived, and after whipping one after another, none of the three young men ran away.

"Miss Wenren, the second game is over, please play the third game."
Chapter completed!