1900. Kill the whole world

"This poem is called:

Full! River! Red!”

Boom ~

The lyrics have not yet been released, but a powerful meaning has swept across the world.

Behind Chu Yun, there was a strong wind rippling.

A magnificent and vast momentum flowed out on Chu Yun and immediately enveloped the four directions.

Under such momentum, the people who were still sneering just now felt a stern heart, and their old eyes immediately frowned.

"What a strong momentum!"

"Can this young man really writes poems and lyrics?"

Many people widened their eyes.

Lu Xuexin's beautiful eyes were also trembling slightly, and Feng Xinyan showed suspicion and trembling expressions.

Could it be that what Mu Qingxue said is true?

Chu Yun not only knows piano music, but also poetry?

Just as everyone was surprised, Man Jianghong's first sentence had already fallen.

"bristle,

On the railing,

The rain stops..."

Just the first sentence falls and the atmosphere spreads.

At that moment, everyone felt that a vast aura swept over in an instant.

On Wensheng Lake, the originally thin figure became tall and majestic in an instant!

The mountains, rivers, lakes and waters tumbling, and the buds of Wensheng trembled.

"This~This~"

"How is this possible?"

Everyone was already confused.

They never thought that Chu Yun could actually write poems.

And just the first sentence has caused Wensheng Lake to riot.

That momentum and majesty are not inferior to Rong Zi'an at all.

"Did the blind cat meet a dead mouse?"

"Even if his first sentence is good, I can't do it, but his second sentence can still maintain such a level?" Cheng Chumo growled unwillingly.

Cheng Chumo was a well-known literary master in Xiandu City. He could not accept that his literary level was not as good as a young man?

While Cheng Chumo and others were whispering, Chu Yun's second sentence also fell.

Above the mountain and the lake, I saw the young man standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at the distance, and chanting at the sky.

"Look up and roared at the sky, and your heart was fierce!"

Boom ~

The momentum is even more brilliant, as if a famous general of all time, questioning the world on the top of the mountain.

In an instant, thousands of lakes evaporated, and the rain curtains all over the sky were like covering the sky and the terrifying momentum swept across the world like waves.

"This~This~"

Cheng Chumo was completely stunned.

His old eyes were so wide that they were staring.

He couldn't believe that this second sentence was not only unreduced at all, but also stronger!

However, the tremors of the crowd did not last long. Chu Yun's poems were like the nine heavens scattered waves, which resounded through the world one after another.

The glorious momentum, the majestic poems, and the rapid and magnificent words were like thunderstorms, roaring in the hearts of everyone.

It was as if a slap followed by a slap on everyone's face, without giving anyone any chance to breathe.

Continuous and continuous!

"Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of roads, clouds and moon."

"Don't wait, the young man's head is gone, and he is so sad."

"The shame of Jingkang has not yet been abolished; when will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed?"

"Driving a long car and breaking through the Helan Mountain..."

......

Everyone was completely confused.

Under Chu Yun's continuous poems, everyone was already trembling and could hardly breathe.

At the same time, as Chu Yun's poems kept ringing, the buds of the sages of literary saints also seemed to be alive, swaying violently.

The river is rolling, the mountains and rivers are trembling, and the buds of the Wensheng Flower are also bright and bright like fireworks.

Until the end, in everyone's incredible eyes, the flower buds of Wensheng in the pool slowly bloomed after thousands of years of silence.

The blooming stamens, the swaying branches and leaves, and the dazzling beauty actually pull the moonlight through the heaven and earth under the poem Chu Yun.

If glory had only attracted a few moon powers before, then there were almost hundreds of moon powers on Wensheng Lake at this time.

The bright moon with holy glory fell from the nine heavens and sprinkled into this world.

It seems that the pond is not the lake water, but the moonlight.

"This... how is this possible?"

"For thousands of years, no one has ever allowed Wen Shenghua to bloom?"

"This mere boy in front of him, he... can he actually make Wen Shenghua bloom?"

The moment everyone saw the flowers blooming in the pond, it was hard for everyone to remain calm.

Feng Xinyan's trembling jade hands covered her red lips, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

Lu Xuexin's beautiful eyes widened to death, her pupils frustrated, and her heart was filled with disbelief.

She couldn't accept it at all. Chu Yun did what Rong Zian didn't do.

"He...he actually created a miracle!!"

Someone shouted out loud.

"impossible!"

"How is this possible?"

"How could a despicable piranha, how could he write such a poem?"

"It can actually lead the holy flowers to bloom!"

This Wensheng Pavilion was built by the ancestors of the Wen Palace. Rong Zi'an naturally knew what conditions must be met before the Wensheng flowers can bloom.

That is only when the saint's poems are induced by the power of the saint, can the saint's flowers bloom in glory.
Chapter completed!