"I don't know!"

Fang Yun's expression was stagnant, and he paused, and said.

He had exceeded the information before, but it was very certain that there was no poet named Meng Haoran or Du Fu in the Shengyuan Continent.

Since there are no Meng Haoran and Du Fu, it is naturally impossible to have Meng Haoran’s poems and Du Fu’s poems.

"Maybe they saw some thoughts in my mind before."

In the Holy Yuan Continent, knowledge is power. The more talent, the stronger the strength, and even if you steal the sky and change the sun, you can do it.

The people in front of him are all very extraordinary in temperament. Maybe they are at the level above the level of childhood. If he becomes a child, his physical fitness will be improved several times. At the level of scholars, juren, Jinshi, etc. above, he must have unimaginable supernatural powers.

"I will read a poem and see how it is."

At this moment, Du Fu recited a poem, which was the end of the year when Fang Yun had not finished writing it before.

"At the end of the year, we are still serving as a guest, and we are still using troops in the border corners.

The smoke and dust storm storm storm the river city.

Heaven and earth are bleeding day by day, who will volunteer in the court?

Jishi dares to love to death, and is lonely and frightened."

"Can you reach a higher level and even peek into a person's heart?"

Fang Yun was a little shocked and a little shocked.

If these people knew that he was a time traveler, would they arrest him and study it?

"My name is Du Fu."

Du Fu was calm and said.

Meng Hao, "..."

"I didn't expect that there were people who traveled through time in this world? It was amazing that they came from other worlds."

"I remember Xiao Yan also said before that he was a time traveler, traveling from a place called Earth to the Douqi Continent."

"I wonder if Xiao Yan and Fang Yun and others were the same place before they traveled through the earth?"

Fang Yun guessed it well. He was just an ordinary child. He could feel his inner thoughts, Li Bai, Du Fu, and others, especially when his emotions were fluctuating violently.

"Transfer this news to the Dean."

Li Bai thought for a while.

"Then let's start."

Li Bai smiled and said with a smile.

"Confucius, you start first."

"Then I'll start."

Confucius nodded slightly, but did not refuse.

Although Confucius in this world has revised the Book of Songs, Book of Books, Book of Rites and Music, he has been in the Academy of Heaven for a long time and has learned the knowledge of the heavens and all worlds. Even if Confucius in this world is resurrected, Confucius is not afraid of him in terms of knowledge.

"The Master said: Isn't it a saying to learn and practice it from time to time..."

Confucius stepped on the void and chanted softly, no longer suppressing the talent in his body.

His whole body was like an explosion of sun, with divine light soaring into the sky, and infinite white light burst out from Confucius. The vast river of holy Taoism overlapped, and the terrifying power covered the entire Holy Yuan Continent.

People from the entire Shengyuan Continent, as well as barbarians, and even outside the starry sky, could hear Confucius' voice.

"New chapter of the Analects of Confucius!" "New interpretation of the Book of Songs!" "New interpretation of the Book of Songs!" "New interpretation of the Book of Rites!"

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The talent of the Shengyuan Continent directly obscured the sky, and the light of the sun was covered by the dazzling white air. Everyone could only see a vague figure, holy and friendly.

In particular, the holy icons in each temple were manifested one after another, hundreds of schools of thought contend, hundreds of saints congratulate each other, and the stars in the sky were shining light.

"Did Confucius not die?"

Looking at the vague figure in the sky, whether it was ordinary people from the Holy Yuan Continent or those semi-saints, they had a thought in their minds.

The figure in the sky is so similar to the saint!

"saint!"

I don’t know how long it took, but Confucius’ voice stopped, but the terrifying ocean of talent formed by the Shengyuan Continent was still churning and rolling, as if it would never be calm.

"I'll do it next!"

Before the people of the Holy Yuan Continent came back from shock and joy, they found that the sacred figure in the sky disappeared and another figure appeared.

"Looking at the Lushan Waterfall!"

“It’s hard to walk!”

"The road to Shu is difficult!"

"From early to Baidi City!"

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Li Bai also had infinite talent in his body soaring into the sky. The stars in the sky were trembling. The originally boiling talent ocean trembled again, constantly churning and growing.

"New poetry! All new poetry!"

Everyone in the Shengyuan Continent was fascinated by the poems and essays in the sky. These poems and essays were all new poems, and each one was beautiful poem, all of which were handed down from generation to generation.

"Who is this person?"

"The way of poetry is so... the pinnacle!"

Not to mention the ordinary people in the Shengyuan Continent, the geniuses and the great scholars who were famous all fell into a daze.

It's just that this is just the beginning!

"Twenty songs!"

"Thirty poems!"

"One hundred poems!"

"Ah! He is not a human! Two hundred poems!"

"Impossible! How could there be such a poet in the world? Five hundred poems! He is a poetic immortal!"

"Eight hundred poems!"

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"Three thousand poems! Unprecedented, no one comes after him. From then on, he will become a poetic poet in the Shengyuan Continent!"

In one breath, Li Bai recited three thousand poems.

Some of these poems were written by him before, some were written by him after entering Zhutian Academy, and some were written by him on the spot.

The entire Holy Yuan Continent was completely covered by talent, and even the Holy Yuan Continent surged out of the Holy Yuan Continent and filled the starry sky.

With such a vast and magnificent talent, the talents of many creatures have been opened up, and some scholars have broken the bottleneck and advanced to a higher level.

"I'll do the next one!"

After Li Bai stopped, Su Shi also flew into the sky.

"Shuitu Songtou!"

"Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia!"

"Bu Suanzi!"

"Huanxisha!"

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The creatures of the Shengyuan Continent have not yet come back to their senses from the shock of Confucius and Li Bai. Su Shi's appearance once again shocked the entire Shengyuan Continent.

Three thousand poems!

Su Shi recited three thousand poems in one breath!

The light of the sun has been completely obscured, and the entire Holy Yuan Continent is full of talent. There are no dark corners in the Holy Yuan Continent, whether it is in the mountains, rivers, trees, or ocean swamps, all bathed in talent.

"Is this someone who wants to prove the truth and become saint with poetry? He who uses poetry to prove the truth and become saint with poetry?"

"It's me next!"

After Su Shi stopped, Cao Zhi flew into the sky.

"The Goddess of Luo!"

"Play on stage!"

"Hiva Fu!"

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To be continued...