Um? !
Nangong Wuxiang looked at Chen Yu with some surprise.
After a moment, he smiled and nodded.
"Okay. Then I'll appreciate Master Si's masterpiece."
With a wave of his hand, someone immediately brought a table and prepared everything.
"Master Sizhu, please."
Nangong Wuxiang made a gesture of invitation.
"I must remind you, sir, that according to the agreement, these three eternal classics have three different themes."
"One is patriotism, two is wild thinking, and three is free expression. Master Si, please don't get it wrong."
Chen Yu glanced at Nangong Wuxiang and walked to the table.
He picked up the pen and hovered it in the air, closing his eyes slightly.
At the scene, all eyes were focused on Chen Yu.
"Old man, can the master really write a classic that will last forever?"
Yin Zhao asked Ge Bai in a low voice.
Ge Bai shook his head and sighed.
"I'm afraid it's difficult. But there's no better way now."
"With the contract in place, we can't cause any trouble even if we want to."
Ge Bai secretly spat, "Damn, this is so frustrating."
I thought I could make a big scene after I got here.
In this way, even if you die, it can be considered a glorious death.
But he didn't expect that there was such a thing as a contract. This made Yin Zhao feel like punching cotton.
"Look, after this incident, he should understand that some things cannot be changed by passion."
Ge Bai smiled, feeling a little self-deprecating in his heart.
I've lived this long, but I was so excited by Chen Yu?
Now I’m going to be embarrassed.
Lin Shan and Song Ye looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.
Sure enough, sometimes, when passion meets rules, it can only result in bloodshed.
The previous excitement and passion have now turned into helplessness and disappointment in the face of reality.
On the opposite side, many officials were all smiling, and they didn't believe that Chen Yu could write three eternal classics.
"Oh, everyone, I thought this Master Mingjing was here to cause trouble."
"Now that I see it, it's here to put on a show for us. Don't you agree?"
A burst of laughter rang out.
"Haha, that's exactly it!"
"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect this wine to bring such joy today. Wonderful, wonderful!"
"Xiao Xi, after the show, go back and take off your pants for me, hahahaha."
There were bursts of laughter, mixed with waves of shy scolding from women.
Nangong Wuxiang raised his chin slightly with a disdainful smile.
The Master of the Mirror? The legendary figure second only to the Qin Emperor?
Oh, weren’t you just being fooled by me?
Three timeless classics, three themes, not easy to write. I want to see what you can write!
This time, I will definitely win!
Just as he was thinking, Chen Yu suddenly opened his eyes.
The pen in my hand fell on the paper!
The black ink stained the white paper.
The scene suddenly became quiet.
For some reason, the crowd that had been full of sarcasm just now suddenly felt inexplicably uneasy.
Nangong Wuxiang didn't know why, but his heart suddenly tightened and his palms started to sweat.
Chen Yu also started to move at this time.
"My hair is standing on end with anger, I lean on the railing, and the rain stops."
Rumble!
As soon as Chen Yu finished his first sentence, a series of thunders suddenly sounded in the sky outside.
The thunder was fierce and carried an inexplicable sense of vastness and righteousness, which frightened the officials so much that their expressions suddenly changed.
The rich scent of ink instantly filled the entire lobby and reached everyone's nose.
"Ten miles of good writing! The first sentence is already ten miles of good writing!?"
Shen Chen exclaimed, his eyes almost popping out of his head.
Although he knew that Chen Yu was very powerful, Shen Chen did not expect that Chen Yu's starting point would be so high.
You know, many people write poems, but even a whole poem may not be as good as ten miles of good writing.
Ge Bai and the others were stunned and looked at each other.
Some surprises, some expectations.
Maybe Chen Yu really has a chance to write a classic that will last forever?
The onlookers were in an uproar.
Many officials looked at each other with somewhat ugly expressions.
Has he reached the level of a good article so quickly?
Could it really be possible to become a classic for all time?
Nangong Wuxiang was in a good mood. Seeing this scene, he just snorted softly and didn't take it to heart.
"He's quite capable, but so what? How could a classic be created so easily?"
Chen Yu continued writing without being disturbed by the noise from the outside world.
"Looking up, I roared to the sky, my heart filled with lofty aspirations."
On the paper, every word emitted a sky-high light, and two circles of ripples spread out in all directions.
The scent of ink was stronger than before, covering up the vulgar scent of rouge in the lobby.
At the same time, in the sky outside, dark clouds covered the city, and the rumbling thunder made people tremble with fear.
"Two waves of literary energy! We've already reached the Hundred Miles Masterpiece!!!"
The crowd was boiling with exclamations one after another.
"Sir, so fast?!"
Shen Chen's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
Many officials looked even more uneasy.
Nangong Wuxiang's expression also became somewhat solemn.
This speed really surprised him.
Chen Yu continued writing.
"A hundred years of fame and glory are dust and dirt, a hundred thousand miles of journey are clouds and moon."
Buzz buzz buzz...
At this moment, the paper was filled with literary energy, and every word exuded a luster like pearls and jade.
This means every word is more precious than a pearl.
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