"What are you doing!" Liu Chixin's face turned cold and her eyebrows slightly raised.

What responded to him was the teacup that quickly expanded in front of his eyes.

Snap——

The delicate tea cup was smashed into pieces, and Liu Xixin covered her face with blood and screamed. The students on the side took a breath, but they didn't expect that Li Xianyuan would take action so decisively.

Putting the tea away from his hand, Li Xianyuan strode towards Situ Yanran.

Liu Xixin's friends hurriedly supported him to check his injuries. Someone was about to come up and stop Li Xianyuan, but when he glanced at him with his dull eyes, he flinched and did not dare to step forward.

Li Xianyuan also attracted the attention of interested people. Several teachers, Xu Zhitian and others who had been paying attention to Li Xianyuan looked in the direction where Li Xianyuan was walking and saw a scene of black mist surrounding Situ Yanran and Shen Sheng.

A student stood up suddenly and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Visual poetry!"

It was only when the swirling black mist enveloped Shen Sheng and Shen Sheng could not move as if he had been hit by a immobilization spell, with a look of pain on his face, that the surprise on their faces turned into horror.

Several teachers looked at each other, and one of them said with difficulty: "Oh no."

The poem is divided into three levels. The vision is the base, the frightening scene is the second, and the weeping of ghosts and gods is the end.

The most basic vision can only trigger the surroundings. Although rare, it is not impossible.

A poem that creates a shocking atmosphere can even affect the surrounding weather. When Lin Tianyou, the prime minister of the dynasty, lived in a drought-ridden land when he was young, he wrote a poem asking for rain, which caused heavy rain for three consecutive days. In the thousands of years since the great merchants established the dynasty, the weather has changed. There are no more than ten poems, and there is only one poem about ghosts and gods, written by Taizu of the current dynasty.

The poem "Weeping Ghosts and Gods", as the name suggests, even gods and ghosts will be alarmed. The poem written by Taizu of Shang Dynasty even attracted the clone of Emperor Xuanyuan to come and bless the fortune of Shang Dynasty.

Visions are born from poetry. When poems write about wind and rain, there will be visions of wind and rain. When poems write about gods and Buddhas, there will be phantoms of gods and Buddhas. When poems contain sadness, they will touch emotions.

Vice versa. If a poem contains resentment, it will not only cause the person who wrote the poem to become mentally disturbed, but the vision of resentment will also target everyone around him.

What's more, Shen Sheng, the instigator, is right next to him.

Because of this, a kind of fighting poetry is extremely popular among scholars and above, and even among scholars. That is to write poetry about visions, and let the poetry and visions compete with each other. The winner will naturally be higher.

Xuezheng shouted: "All students retreat from the island in the middle of the lake!"

Then he shouted to Li Xianyuan who was rushing over: "Li Xianyuan, Situ Yanran is in trouble, don't wake her up. You rescue Shen Sheng first, and we will help you. Don't be entangled in this black mist!"

The poetry meeting ended without incident, and the students retreated in an orderly manner by boat from the island in the middle of the lake. The teachers called out their quarrels, and saw several white lights flashing past Li Xianyuan, and wandering around Shen Sheng.

If you look carefully, you can see Haoran's Qi Sword passing by, and the black mist being torn apart layer by layer, revealing the figure sinking inside.

Shen Sheng was in good condition. He glanced towards Li Xianyuan and made a whining sound.

"Take advantage of the moment!" Xue Zheng shouted behind him. One of the awe-inspiring Qi Swords suddenly enlarged several times and swiped in front of Shen Sheng, instantly clearing away the black mist.

The aura of Haoran has miraculous effects on all evil things.

Li Xianyuan took advantage of this and rushed to Shen Da, reached in and grabbed Shen Da's collar and dragged him out.

Shen Daru's rolling gourd rolled several times on the lawn, and another carp jumped up. Li Xianyuan hurriedly took a few steps back, and his fingers were accidentally stained by a black mist, causing him to feel numb.

Just now he hurriedly glanced at the desk and saw that Situ Yanran had already written two sentences.

Since ancient times, passion has left no room for hatred, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up from.

Is it difficult to get rid of the flowers? It's a pity that the flying catkins are too scattered.

Sure enough, it is related to Shen Sheng.

The teachers, especially Xuezheng, were exhausted after withdrawing from the Mingtang with verbal and verbal arguments. They were only scholars, and the Mingtang only had one or two visionary poems to bless it, and the awe-inspiring aura was not enough to support long-term use.

Although Shen Sheng escaped from the trap, the strange vision did not diminish at all. Black mist rose into the sky, covering the sky and the sun. From a distance, it looked like billowing smoke. The entire Wuling City could be seen.

The students have safely landed ashore and are gathering around the lake to look around.

"This visionary poem has almost reached a state of extraordinary splendor..." A teacher stared blankly at the black fog in the sky, and then gave Chen Sheng a hard look: "I'll deal with you later!"

Shen Sheng knew that he was in the wrong, so he lowered his head and dared not speak.

Li Xianyuan was still beside Situ Yanran. Xuezheng was anxious and shouted to him: The aura of Haoran is almost useless against the vision and cannot be stopped. Get away from this place as soon as possible. Someone has already called the vice-dean!"

"Then what's the use?" Li Xianyuan said without turning around, her eyes penetrated the layers of black fog and stared at Situ Yanran who was writing in the center. She suddenly felt confused, and her mind was already dominated by negative emotions.

When Xue Zhengfang was about to speak, a teacher shouted: "A visionary poem! If you can make a corresponding visionary poem, you can resolve it!"

The rest of the people sighed secretly and had no hope after hearing this. Poetry and prose are no better than others. Couplets are reliable and quick wits, but poetry and prose can only rely on chance. How can they get along with each other in just a few breaths.

What's more, it has to be compared with Situ Yanran's poems.

In contrast...

Li Xianyuan Gujing Wubo's eyes lit up, and he took out a writing brush from his sleeve. When he saw that there was no ink left and right, he bit the tip of his tongue, held the hair of the brush in his mouth, and wrote in the air with blood.

Blessed by the awe-inspiring aura, the bright red font can stay in mid-air.

There is justice in heaven and earth!

boom--

It was like the Milky Way hanging upside down, and the nine-day heavy water poured down to the island in the middle of the lake. Everyone felt the majesty of heaven descending, and they were unable to move like they were carrying a huge boulder.

Coupled with the black fog that blocks the sky and casts large shadows, it makes it even more apocalyptic.

Click——

In an instant, Li Xianyuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his face turned extremely pale, and he still kept writing with the brush in his hand.

The momentum suddenly disappeared, and everyone breathed a long sigh of relief with lingering fears. However, Li Xianyuan's pupils shrank into needles, and he looked at the cracked brush in his right hand.

He exerted a little force, and the brush suddenly turned into dust.

Fang wrote four characters in the first sentence of Zhengqi Song.

And the thin clicking sound that I heard earlier was definitely not from the writing brush, it seemed to be from Li Xianyuan's body...

There was no time to think about the reason, so Li Xianyuan simply bit off his fingertips, wrote with his hand, and read out the verses he wrote.

"The flowers have faded to red and green apricots. When the swallows fly, the green water is surrounded by people."

"There are few willow trees blowing on the branches. Where in the world is there no fragrant grass?"

"There is a swing in the wall and a way outside the wall. People walking outside the wall, the beautiful lady inside the wall smiles."

As I write this, a warm spring breeze blows gently, making me feel comfortable.

The poem "Butterflies in Love with Flowers - Spring Scene" by the Song Dynasty poet Su Shi is originally a work that touches the spring. Summer has just entered, and it barely fits the scene. The poem is a spring scene on the surface, but it contains emotions inside. The catkins are flying and the spring scenery is about to end. It is sentimental, but the fragrant grass is also It is a realm of dead trees blooming with spring. The artistic conception is hazy and evocative.

In the mid-air in front of him, a few lines of red-letter regular script were supported by the awe-inspiring aura.

Li Xianyuan wrote the last sentence: "The laughter gradually disappeared and the sound became quieter. Passionate but annoyed by ruthlessness."

After writing the last stroke, the dark fog that covered the sky melted silently like the warm sun. Thousands of golden lights pierced the dark clouds, bright sunshine poured in, and the entire island in the middle of the lake was filled with only the feeling of spring.
Chapter completed!