Is he about to make a move?

The live stream camera immediately switched to Su Banshan.

The people of Washington State watching the live stream flooded the screen with comments!

The number of viewers in the live stream also surged again!

After listening to more than twenty poems in a row, even they experienced aesthetic fatigue.

The key figures had already agreed on the wording beforehand.

Furthermore, with Yan Zhenhui as a shining example, those who came after were forced to give up.

This also made Mid-Autumn Festival poems a hot potato for this year's poetry competition.

Ninety percent of the literati and scholars resolutely gave it up.

A boy quickly handed him a pen, and then prepared ink for him.

Su Banshan held the pen but didn't move; he simply looked up at the stars and moon.

The literati present held their breath, afraid of making any noise that might disturb Su Banshan's thoughts.

Even the live stream chat has become much sparser.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Su Banshan, filled with anticipation.

Three minutes later.

A cool breeze swept by, stirring Su Banshan's sleeves and making a rustling sound.

At that moment, Su Banshan moved!

"The wind is high and the dew is cold; the still shadow is like a jade disc, and the clear moonlight shrouds the white silk."

A line of blue ink appears on the rice paper, the brushstrokes powerful and subtly conveying a sense of spirit.

There were many people with exceptional insight present.

At that moment, they frowned slightly.

They sensed a faint air of hostility between the lines.

What's going on?

Su Banshan did not stop writing and continued to express his thoughts.

"Looking at the silver moon flying like a mirror, the jade palace and the jeweled tower, the moon palace is desolate, and Chang'e sings with music."

These few words, however, construct people's reverie about the myth of the moon palace.

Some were amazed, others were hesitant.

The latter noticed that Su Banshan hesitated as he put pen to paper.

He seemed to be hesitating.

Or rather, it's a dilemma.

Before they could analyze the situation, Su Banshan seemed to have made up his mind and started writing again.

This time, he wrote much faster.

"The toad is aloof, the jade rabbit pounds medicine, unafraid of the imperial edict of life and death."

"Pluck a cassia branch, refuse the heavenly music, and admire the brocade of the Jade Pool."

The scholars present were stunned.

Su Banshan, what are you trying to do?

Cao Kang raised his hand, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.

Has this old man gone mad?

Anyone can see that both the words written and the emotions conveyed reveal the same thing.

Violence!

What is he going to do?

Soon, everyone had their answer!

Su Banshan raised his right hand, which was holding the pen, and dipped the pen tip into the inkstone.

"Xiaque!"

With a soft exclamation, Su Banshan's gaze sharpened, and he raised his hand to write.

at the same time.

Everyone on the judging panel stood up.

"The path between heaven and man, riding a phoenix across. Separated by yin and yang, the eight directions and six realms."

"I hate the sorrows of this world, which are commonplace. The joys and sorrows are boundless, and I am filled with grief and worry."

Such a strong sense of hostility!

But it was also very expansive and bold!

In the first part, Su Banshan extends the Moon Palace to the Golden Palace and the Jade Pool.

They were also worried about whether Su Banshan could keep things under control.

Who would have thought that this guy would take an unconventional path and extend his influence directly to the entire universe!

suddenly.

The fierce aura emanating from Su Banshan had lessened slightly.

The speed at which I wielded the pen was also much slower.

"Beauty fades, flowers bloom and wither, but green hills remain and waters flow on."

Instead of rushing to write, he looked up, glanced at the stars and moon again, and sighed.

Looking up at the sky, I sigh at the vastness of the Great Dao, wanting to speak but remaining silent.

Everyone present cast fervent gazes toward Su Banshan.

The live stream chat was filled with praise.

Densely packed, seemingly without end.

What a sorrowful and resentful life it is!

What a beautiful saying: "The green hills remain forever, and the waters flow on forever!"

This is a literary giant of Washington State!

This is Su Banshan!