Qin Qing took Jue Jue back and said, "I underestimated Brother Zheng, please forgive me, I wonder if Brother Zheng has a good work?"
Zheng Shizi said: "I'm ashamed to say that Zheng has little talent and learning, racked his brains, and he can't compose a song for a long time. At this time, he had no choice but to stand on tiptoe and pretend to be tall."
Qin Qing said: "Brother Zheng is being modest, I will record poems with Brother Zheng personally."
After all, there was an extra spirit stone in his palm.
Zheng Shizi thanked him, and chanted: "Lingbiao's long wind swallows the sunset..."
Every time he recited a sentence, Fairy Yuqing carved a sentence on the spirit stone with her spiritual thoughts.
As the words appeared on the spirit stone, Xu Yi, who was sitting thousands of feet away, had a slight twitch between his brows and a strange feeling in his heart. He always felt that the handwriting of the words seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before.
While he was in Nahan, Zheng Shizi over there had finished reciting a poem, and the room was silent.
Qin Qing held the spirit stone with a face like a cold moon.
Zheng Shizi was very embarrassed, his handsome face was dyed red, and he cupped his fists and said: "Zheng is a little talented, I am ashamed."
What he said was sincere, he knew his own affairs.
The poem he recited just now is of course not an ordinary work, but it is also deceiving oneself and others to rate it as top grade.
There are discerning people in the room. After he reads a poem, everyone has quietly given a score in their hearts, but it is difficult to comment, so there is only silence.
It was precisely because Zheng Shizi felt the emotions of everyone that he felt embarrassed.
After a moment of silence, Qin Qing said: "Thank you Brother Zheng for your great help. Such a poem is already extraordinary. It is expected that the fairy song tree should know the goods."
After finishing speaking, he wanted to throw that spirit stone towards the Immortal Song Tree.
"Wait a minute."
There was a sound, and everyone followed the sound, but it was Yue Ziling who stepped forward and glanced at the crowd with a smile on his face.
He was standing on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, and the wind was blowing, blowing his purple robe up high, giving him a sense of power throughout his life.
Zheng Shizi's face was slightly cold: "I don't know what advice Brother Yue has?"
He is extremely sensitive at the moment, although he does not agree that Qin Qing will burn the spirit stone of that poem and feed it to the fairy song tree, but if he can stop it, he can only say it himself.
For others, it was a slap in the face.
Yue Ziling clasped his fists and said: "I dare not take advice, so when brother Zheng's book was about to be written, Yuemou racked his brains and came across a clumsy one. I would like to present it to Fairy Qin for reference."
Qin Qing turned to look at him and said: "Brother Yue also has excellent works? Please read it out..."
While speaking, another spirit stone appeared in his palm.
In all fairness, she didn't realize that Zheng Shizi's poems could activate the Immortal Song Tree, so she was going to throw it towards the Immortal Song Tree,
One is because of affection.
The two are dead horses as living horse doctors, after all, there is no choice at the moment.
Now, with more choices, she is naturally happy.
Yue Ziling said: "I don't dare to be a good work, so please advise me." Then he recited a six-character quatrain.
Only after capturing the content of Yue Ziling's recitation, Xu Yi shook the cup in his hand slightly, spilling a little wine.
... ... ...
The time goes back ten breaths before Zheng Shizi wrote the poem.
Yue Ziling was racking his brains thinking hard about his poems, imagining that he could get a wonderful poem by chance, show his face in front of Qin Qing, and leave an unforgettable impression.
He didn't want to get Qin Qing's juejue, he just wanted to have an incense relationship with Qin Qing, if he could leave some impression on that famous dragon master, that would be the perfect ending.
However, his talent in poetry and prose is really limited, and he has been thinking for a long time without any clue.
At this moment, a voice came to his mind, and he moved his eyes to Yun Zhongge.
It was Yun Zhongge who transmitted the sound with spiritual thoughts, turned them into thoughts, and entered his heart directly, "Brother Ziling, do you intend to show your face in front of Fairy Qin?"
Yue Ziling was startled, and thought to himself: "Could it be that brother Yun has another clever plan?"
Yun Zhongge thought to himself: "I don't have any clever ideas, but there is an excellent work I got by chance in the past, which should be enough to show my face in front of Fairy Qin."
Yue Ziling was secretly delighted, and thought to himself: "Since there is such an opportunity, why don't you use it yourself. Just now, I see that Brother Yun also has a good impression of Qin Xianzi. How can such an opportunity be given to Yue?"
Yun Zhongge thought to himself: "Brother Ziling misunderstood me. It is true that Yun has a different view of Fairy Qin, but Qin Qing, who is like a fairy in the cold palace, is enough to be thrilling in front of anyone."
"Which of the men in the world would not have daydreams for Fairy Qin? However, Yun Mou has self-knowledge, and even if Yun Mou writes a shocking poem at this moment, but Fairy Bo Qin is happy for a while, what else can he do?"
"In the final analysis, Fairy Qin Yu Yun is destined to be a passer-by. After the wedding, I'm afraid there will be no future. On the other hand, brother Ziling, you and Fairy Qin belong to the same eight great immortal sects. Although there are differences in status, we are in the same circle after all. , if Brother Ziling leaves an excellent impression in front of Fairy Qin, it may be of great help in the future. Therefore, Yun is willing to give this opportunity to Brother Ziling."
Yun Zhongge's analysis was reasonable, and Yue Ziling couldn't detect any flaws, so he said in a heartfelt way: "In this way, there is no way for Yue to refuse Brother Yun's kindness. I don't know what Brother Yun wants? Can you help Brother Yun?"
Yun Zhongge said in his heart: "Brother Yue and I hit it off right away, and we share similar interests. Although we have only been together for a short time, I already regard Brother Yue as a very good friend in my heart. This time helping each other is just a morality between friends. What kind of reward? I just hope that one day, Yun can also successfully join the Ziji Pavilion and become a disciple of the Ziji Pavilion, so that he can come and go frequently with brother Ziling."
Yue Ziling understood that Yunzhongge wanted him to carry out what he said earlier about recommending Yunzhongge to Ziji Pavilion.
Originally, Yue Ziling planned to use this matter to hit Yun Zhongge hard, but he didn't expect that the surname Yun hit the key at this moment.
Seeing that Yue Ziling didn't answer, Yun Zhongge thought again, "Why, brother Ziling is in trouble?"
Yue Ziling said in his heart: "Where is there any difficulty, Yue will definitely do his best to help in this matter. Speaking of which, I still hope that one day Brother Yun will call 'Senior Brother'. By the way, I wonder if Brother Yun can make sure, That masterpiece can make the fairy song tree show its leaves of poetry again."
Yun Zhongge thought to himself, "The Immortal Song Tree is mysterious and changeable, weird and unpredictable, how can Yun dare to guarantee it."
Yun Zhongge secretly scolded Yue Ziling for being cunning, for not letting a rabbit see a hawk.
The two were sending their hearts to each other, and Zheng Shizi had already recited his poem.
Yun Zhongge seized the opportunity, and then said in his heart: "However, I can guarantee that this poem of mine is definitely better than Zheng Shizi's. As for whether I can successfully attract the fairy song tree, it depends on the chance, but it is enough to guarantee Ziling's Brother, show your face in front of Fairy Qin."
"Speaking of which, brother Ziling is also a well-known writer in the world, and his poems are good or bad, and they can't escape your eyes. Why don't you recite three lines first, and if brother Ziling is satisfied, I will recite the fourth line. Late."