"Look! Xie Feng left behind paper and pen!"
"Is he preparing to write an article? Isn't he a Martial Dao?!"
"In front of all these Literary Dao giants, Xie Feng is so arrogant and ignorant? He's truly a newborn calf that doesn't fear a tiger!"
"Is he trying to steal the limelight from Young Master Zhao? Isn't that overestimating himself?"
"Ever since that kid showed up, I've disliked him. When his article comes out, I'll nitpick and tear him apart with my spittle!"
"Look, Lord Yama's face has turned green with anger!"
Xie Feng's move instantly caused a huge uproar, leaving everyone astonished and displaying subtle expressions.
Yan Wuming was somewhat displeased. He sat in his seat, looking at Xie Feng, his old eyes narrowing slightly.
He was very unhappy!
But he did not react on the spot.
He wanted to see what kind of writing this courageous young man could produce!
Zhao Yu's eyes were gloomy as he stared at Xie Feng opposite him, his displeasure written all over his face.
At this moment, pageboy B, who was coming from the left seat, finally brought the tray, though he was a little slower than pageboy A!
"Young Master Zhao, are you... are you still writing?"
The pageboy looked on with trepidation.
Xie Feng and Zhao Yu sat facing each other, with Xie Feng even in a higher position. Logically, it should have taken longer for the tray to reach him, but... the pageboy A walked faster!
"Roll!"
Zhao Yu was in a bad mood, and he said impatiently.
The pageboy was so frightened that he trembled and quickly carried the tray away.
Amidst the attention of everyone, Xie Feng remained calm and composed. He looked up and gazed out of the pavilion, where he saw mountains and rivers stretching to the horizon, a lone wild goose amidst the rosy clouds—a truly beautiful scene!
Xie Feng was deeply moved and seemed to be deep in thought!
Many people followed his gaze. However, what they saw might be the same as what Xie Feng saw, or it might be different.
This situation... this scene...
That person... that article...
Xie Feng couldn't help but think of someone!
He picked up a pen, laid out a sheet of paper, and transformed the Power of the Literary Dao into ink. Without the slightest hesitation, he wrote down the words in a flash!
Old Commandery of Beisheng; New Prefecture of Tengwang.
The stars are divided into Wing and Chariot constellations, and the land connects to Heng and Lu.
Even in just these two lines, Xie Feng's talent shines through!
After all, he wrote a famous work from a previous life in China!
Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng!
This parallel prose piece has been passed down through the ages, a testament to its brilliant talent!
Of course, Xie Feng also made some additions, deletions and revisions to this article, making it more reasonable and more suitable for the present.
That's what you call flexible application!
The unparalleled talent displayed in the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng also meant that every word Xie Feng wrote required immense Power of the Literary Dao.
He invested all of the 5 billion Dao Crystal that Lü Yan had given him into the " Literary Dao Sacred Canon ".
With the help of this unparalleled book, he cultivated several Secret Method to enhance his foundation and Power of the Literary Dao.
It can be said that his current foundation is no less than that of some Literary Dao masters!
Upon seeing this, everyone craned their necks to look over, but after reading the first two sentences, they didn't react much.
"It's common sense! Anyone could write that!"
"It's just the same old story!"
Someone laughed, and the sound was particularly jarring in the quiet space.
Many people nodded in agreement.
Yan Wuming also felt contempt. In most articles, the beginning is extremely important, and one can even tell the strength of the author's writing skills from it.
Xie Feng's two sentences are quite different; the first sentence is ordinary, while the second sentence can barely be considered literary.
If it continues at this level...
That would be incredibly embarrassing!
Shui Yunjun sat high on her throne, calmly gazing at Xie Feng, her heart undisturbed and her composure unwavering.
Although she had never seen Xie Feng display any Literary Dao talent, she believed that Marquis of Mo Yang's disciple was no ordinary person!
Despite the doubts of many, Xie Feng ignored them and focused his mind on continuously channeling the Power of the Literary Dao into his brush.
The Power of the Literary Dao is transformed into ink, written into characters, and the Literary Qi gradually spreads.
Abundant natural resources and treasures, the dragon's light shines upon the ruins of the Ox and the Dipper constellations
A place blessed with outstanding people and beautiful scenery; Xu Ru even sat down at Chen Fan's bed.
Upon hearing these two sentences, the expressions of the crowd changed slightly, as if they were touched, yet also incredulous. With mixed feelings, they continued watching!
Welcoming guests from afar, the hall was filled with distinguished esteemed guests.
Soaring dragons and rising phoenixes, the poetry of Academician Meng is the epitome;
Purple lightning and green frost, General Wang's arsenal...
Upon hearing this, Academician Meng and General Wang were overjoyed. They hadn't expected to be mentioned in an article, especially one praising them!
Moreover, it's written with exceptional literary flair!
The two were instantly delighted, and their gazes towards Xie Feng now held a newfound respect!
Seeing their flattered expressions, Xie Feng silently thought to himself, "The fact that they were written into the story is purely because it's a coincidence that their mother opened the door for them—it's just too good to be true!"
Xie Feng continued to wield his brush, his Literary Qi rising stronger and stronger. The surrounding guests gradually fell silent, and they unconsciously gathered around, staring at Xie Feng as he wrote!
The clouds dispersed, the rain ceased, and the sky cleared, revealing a bright and colorful scene.
The sunset glows alongside the lone wild goose in flight; the autumn waters blend seamlessly with the vast sky.
The evening songs of fishing boats echo along the shores of Pengli;
The wild geese, startled by the cold, cried out until their voices faded away at the shores of Hengyang.
boom!!
Written in just four lines, his talent is boundless!
The talent transformed into a vast fog, swirling around the Tengwang Pavilion. Within the fog, extraordinary phenomena rolled about!
Everyone was stunned!
The sunset glows alongside the lone wild goose in flight; the autumn waters blend seamlessly with the vast sky!
One movement, one stillness; the eye moves with the scenery, the heart remains still with the scenery; the single word "together" opens up a new path, incomparably wonderful!
Is this even something a human brain could come up with?!
They looked out and saw the sky ablaze with crimson clouds, wild geese flying in formation, and the sky and water merging together, blurring the boundary.
"Putting everything else aside, just this one sentence is enough to make Dean Xie go down in history!"
"Unfortunately, I lack education; all I can do is say 'Wow!'"
"That's awesome!"
"As expected of the dean! Where is Pill Maple Academy? I must pay him a visit!"
"Dean Xie's talent is astonishing; his poetry and prose are unparalleled!"
The last sentence was spoken by Yan Wuming, who was seated at the head of the table!
He shook his head in shock.
If he had previously held a slight contempt for him, now he could only sigh in admiration!
Seeing the change in everyone's attitude towards Xie Feng, Zhao Yu became anxious. He wanted to take out the article he had prepared long ago, but no matter how he thought about it, he felt that compared with Xie Feng's, his writing was garbage!
wrong!
It's worse than garbage!
It's a pile of stinking dog poop, the kind that makes anyone who sees it want to vomit!
Zhao Yu's face turned pale. He stared at Xie Feng, a hint of jealousy in his eyes...
It's this guy surnamed Xie who's trying to steal his thunder!
His expression gradually contorted!
Xie Feng wrote over a hundred words, each sentence and line displaying remarkable talent that left others feeling inferior and only able to look up in awe!
His inspiration flowed freely, and his strength seemed inexhaustible.
He kept writing!
The mountains and passes are difficult to cross; who will mourn those who have lost their way?
We met by chance, all strangers in a foreign land.
I yearn to enter the imperial palace, but cannot see it; when will I be summoned to the Xuan Room?
The more I write, the more excited I get!
The more I write, the more excited I get!
His boundless talent transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-long white dragon, coiling around the Tengwang Pavilion, its breath spreading for thousands of miles, its literary influence resounding throughout the world!