Then Zhao Rong drew the last stroke with his index finger, then stopped his hand and looked up at them quietly,

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The next second.

Everyone was swallowed up by darkness.

Everything lost its light and became pitch black.

Everyone was startled and stood up one after another, but all the sounds were swallowed up by silence.

The calm expressions of Hibiscus and Li Mingyi could not help but become solemn.

When everyone was shocked, a gust of east wind came from nowhere and blew through the dark hall of Zuixian Tower with the windows closed.

In the endless darkness, countless lanterns appeared above the head, swaying in the east wind.

It seemed as if thousands of trees were blooming.

The fireworks were chaotic and falling downwards.

It's like the stars in the sky have been blown down, like a shower of stars.

Gu Yiwu, Xue Can, Chen Er, and the eighteen crescent moon girls and others were stunned on the spot.

I just felt that the dark surroundings were suddenly lit up. They were falling stars floating around everyone, forming a human Milky Way.

And at the center of this galaxy is... a stunning woman with a cold temperament, wearing a black dress. Her left sleeve is now filled with the brightest stars in the night sky.

Her stunningly beautiful face was slightly dazed, illuminated by the stars.

Extremely sparkling and eye-catching.

The eyes of Gu Yiwu, Xue Can and others opened wide, while Xian Yue Li Nu, who had been commenting on the poems before, completely froze, and her voice could not help but tremble.

"The virtual and the real are reversed, the world is reversed, and a small world is generated by itself... This... this is..." She took a few deep breaths and slowly said the scene she had only seen described in books, "This is... Nanshanpin!

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"Mr. Zhao's poem is a masterpiece of Nanshan!"

These words were like thunder on the ground, resounding in everyone's ears.

The air in the hall on the first floor suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

At this time, Su Qingdai only felt that she was in another world, and everyone around her disappeared.

She seemed to be rising up, flying above the nine heavens, the starlight on her left sleeve pouring out, and all the stars leaking from the sleeve were rotating around her.

The sounds of cars and BMWs rang in my ears, all kinds of intoxicating aromas filled my nose, and the sweet sounds like phoenixes echoed everywhere. Fish and dragon-shaped lanterns were tumbling.

In this bustling place, endless brilliance is flowing.

Su Qingdai stared blankly at this sudden scene around her.

Her eyes slowly moved down and fell on the flowing lines of rouge-colored elegant cursive script on her left sleeve. She saw that the Confucian scholar who just laughed and bullied her had borrowed the blood-red rouge on her lips a few breaths ago.

The last line of text was added above to complete the lower part.

"The moth is like a golden thread in the snow and willows. His laughter is full of fragrance... I have searched for him a thousand times in the crowd... Suddenly I look back, and that person is there... but in the dim light."

This aloof fairy, who was usually as cold as an iceberg for thousands of years, murmured with her red lips, and slowly raised her head. Her clear pupils, like paint, were now filled with the beauty of the bustling and bright stars in front of her.

In front of me, there is the world's most prosperous and lively scene, which is dizzying, just like the first half of this new Nanshan song "The Sapphire Case".

But in the second half, there are twists and turns, especially the last sentence, which is like the finishing touch...

"I...my Mr. Right...I am searching for him...thousands of times..." Su Qingdai, whose eyes were lost in the hustle and bustle, shrank her pupils and trembled her long eyelashes.

The next moment she suddenly looked back.

There was not a single star behind him, but under the dim afterglow spread by the bright and lively starlight in front, there was a lonely figure of a young Confucian scholar, quietly lowering his eyes, lowering his head to wash the rouge on his fingertips.

The current excitement or silence seemed to have nothing to do with him.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong raised his head and looked at her with a smile: "I'm dumbfounded again."

Su Qingdai, who was standing there blankly, suddenly woke up.

Her chest rose and fell violently, and she took a deep breath.

Suddenly, the stars and dancing fish and dragons in the audience shrank rapidly with her as the center.

If someone who is good at reading Qi stands above Xingzi Lake and looks down at this huge boat called Zuixian Tower, he will find that with the boat as the center, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of several miles fluctuates violently.

There has been a brief period of thinning!

The strange phenomenon caused by Nanshan's "Sapphire Case" disappeared without a trace in less than half a breath.

The lobby of Zuixian Tower seems to have returned to its original appearance.

However, the world is missing one of the most romantic Nanshanpin poems written by a woman named Rouge.

There is one more female Taoist cultivator in Tianzhi realm.

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Chapter completed!