The whole audience was silent.

No one can keep a clear mind in the face of such operations.

Well, because I don’t know how to beat "Shuitu Songtou", I wrote down all the poems about the moon in the past, present and future?

Not to mention the crazy plan this is, just talking about the difficulty of implementing this plan, it shouldn’t be something a boy can bear!

In the audience's hearts suddenly felt infinite absurdity. However, looking at the brilliant and magnificent "poetry cloud" in front of them, feeling the infinite beauty of connotation hidden in it... those doubts and remarks can no longer be expressed.

They are very conflicted.

On the one hand, reason tells them that such things are impossible to happen, but on the other hand, sensibility tells them that this is the ocean of poetry, the nebula of poetry, and the purest beauty of art!

Contradiction, severe contradiction.

This is true for these outsiders, let alone the person involved.

He was completely stunned.

The spirit seemed to be drained by this magnificent poem.

"once."

“Only once.”

"Just once you will know the gap and make you never get up with the idea of ​​confronting me again."

Su Fei's ridiculous declaration was still echoing in his ears.

Wen Chao could no longer laugh.

There was only a sarcastic sarcasm that kept rising.

He wanted to deny it hard, and wanted to yell at Su Fei, "I can still fight!", "Thirty years Hexi and thirty years Hedong, don't bully the young man's poor!"... But when he said that, he found that he could not say it at all.

On the contrary, when the double-team battle was trembling all over, endless fear and decadence surged into my heart!

Yes, he was scared.

In front of this spectacular poetry cloud, in front of this magnificent and boundless spirit... he finally realized his narrowness - thinking that Wen Chao, learning "the transcendence of Confucianism and Taoism" will only evolve a series of "special effects" to set off the style and show the limelight, but what about Su Fei? He used his transcendent and crushing powerful magical powers to evolve a whole "poetry cloud"!

One is a thief who steals a cube of bread and chews for a few times, and the other is a magnificent conqueror who looks to the stars and sea...

This is the gap.

It is not only strength, but also the gap in vision, pattern, and thinking levels.

At this moment, Wen Chao's expression continued to change. At the end, he sighed and slowly buried his head.

This future leader of the literary society showed an unprecedented decadent expression.

Just at this moment.

She was wearing a white dress, as if she was free and scattered, and was detached from the world.

Su Fei came to Wen Chao.

The sleeves were swayed and the research platform fell off.

“Grind ink.”

A faint sound seemed to be a thousand pounds of heaven, falling heavily into the hearts of everyone, especially Wen Chao, who almost didn't even have enough consciousness to react, and his body fell to his knees, used both hands together, and skillfully made the ink grinding action!

The people in the audience were in an instant an uproar!

Some acquaintances who knew Wen Chao subconsciously wiped their eyes. They never expected that the noble talented Wenshe would be so afraid of their peers!

But the next moment, they quickly accepted this fact.

Yes, you can't blame Wen Chao for not having enough concentration. It's really the opposite side, but it's already beyond cognition and broken three views... Not to mention Wen Chao, it would be the same if they were there!

However.

They actually didn't know that even though they reached this point, Su Fei still did not fully reveal this plan.

The whole plan is not complicated.

It’s just exhausting, it’s just taking out all the poems about the moon and smashing the text to death!

When implementing it in detail, it is also very simple. It is to use the skills you have just surpassed to break through the scattered people, and then use this as your confidence and do your best to "incompletely" evolve this poem.

Yes, this poem is not complete. There are many "appearances" that are full of the appearances, but they are all placed behind by Su Fei insidiously.

At the same time, Su Fei also thought of a way to disguise "intelligent evaluation" with his own "artificial evaluation". On the one hand, delete the inventory of bad poems and clear - of course, the surface is still the same, and the vast poems will not shrink - on the other hand, you can also select "good poems" that best suit this group of people's aesthetics. There is no need to take out a few poems and match the vast poems and clouds behind you, which is enough to form an self-evident crushing situation.

According to the plan, Su Fei was originally planning to question "How did you get good poems in the poem clouds" in the audience, and then directly used this backhand to slap in the face and ended it perfectly! It was only when the matter came to an end that he realized that he had far underestimated the shock that the poem cloud brought to everyone.

Such a big move that is enough to shatter three views has completely forgotten the issue of "how to achieve excellent works in poetry".

No doubts.

Only the crowd bowed their heads and prostrated themselves.

"It seems that the effect is better than expected."

After glanced at Wen Chao who had been grinding his ink, Su Fei felt a little satisfied, nodded, and began to restrain his spiritual sense.

In an instant, the poetry clouds began to dissipate.

It was like waves rolling across the sand castle by the sea, and everything disappeared in one attack.

Everyone "returned" to their original place.

Looking around, everyone felt as if they had a magnificent and incredible dream.

"Poetry cloud..."

"Is that true?"

"If this is a dream, it is also the most beautiful dream..."

"This is a legend! The supreme legend!"

Everyone was fascinated and immersed, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Just now!

A sudden change occurred!

"Hahaha! Sorry, my friends, it's too late to get down!"

Accompanied by a rampant laughter, a familiar figure fell from the sky and fell heavily into the scene, stirring up a piece of dust!

The person who came to fold the fan and waved a strong wind blew, and the dust dissipated, revealing his true face.

"Wen?"

A scream came from Wen Chao's mouth, who was still subconsciously grinding the ink.

"Wen Chao?"

The visitor was Wen Fu, who had been slapped hard by Su Fei in the face before. At this moment, he was blushed, sweeping away the depressedness last night, and his every move was full of excitement!

After scanning Wen Chao, he was stunned at first, but then he laughed in public, as if he had learned some great good news!

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Wen Chao! You who were so arrogant in the past actually kneeled here? What are you doing in this movement? Are you grinding ink? Ah? Haha!"

Wen Fu suddenly waved his sleeves and laughed endlessly, "My talented man in Wenshe, I'm afraid that you will lose all the face of Wenshe... Oh, no, after today, you will not be a talented man in Wenshe."

Speaking of this, Wenfu's face showed infinite pride and excitement, "I, Wenfu, that's it!"

"The literary club, let me turn the tide!"

After the words, they were filled with confidence.

There is nothing else, just because his Wenbo has awakened!

The glass heart, which was broken by Su Fei, was revived!

"I'm not gone!"

"I will definitely be able to avenge my previous shame!"

It was precisely with this belief that he came here with confidence. Of course, this confidence also comes from the content of his awakening...

"Writing works are about poetry, wind, flowers, snow and moon, will I publish a mystical work... "Spring River Flowers, Moonlight Night"!"

Wen Fu raised his head, and a sense of arrogance of looking down on the world surged in his heart, sweeping across the audience!

However.

Responding to him was a look of foolish eyes...

"Haha, a group of frogs in the well, you don't know what kind of eternal masterpiece my "Spring River Moon Night" is! There is absolutely no stronger poem about the moon than this in the vast land of China!"

Wenfu felt a sense of expectation of a slap in the face, and raised his eyebrows and recited with emotion: "The tide of spring river is continuous..."

"Young man, stop thinking."

A kind old man in the venue couldn't bear it and interrupted, "You are copying..."

"Plainting? Nonsense!"

Wenfu's heart thumped, but then he put on an angry expression of "the hard work was slandered", "I haven't finished reading a word, just say I'm plagiarizing? Haha, hehe, it's simply ridiculous! I Wenfu didn't plagiarize! No... wait, wait! Could it be!"

Suddenly, Wen Fu thought of something and quickly looked at Su Fei: "Do you think... you wrote something similar?"

Su Fei shook his head when he heard this: "I didn't, I just wrote all the poems about the moon."

"That's fine...good!?"
Chapter completed!