Spring and Autumn, Winter and Summer, mountains and rivers, fields, rain and snow, plum blossoms, lotus flowers, chrysanthemums, the moon, the Lantern Festival, the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Spring Festival, and so on. Poems related to these were written one after another.
Along with these, in Zhang Jiuyan's Book of Songs, scenes of the four seasons, mountains and rivers, wind, flowers, snow, and the moon, as well as festive scenes appeared one by one.
It was as if a picture scroll of the world was opened, and all things seemed to appear in it.
The ink, paper, and inkstone that appeared in Chu Yang's "Book of Songs" were like four defenseless people facing an army armed to the teeth in front of them.
Zhang Jiuyan's poems were more than Chu Yang's, much, much more!
The poems here did not refer to the poems that were included in the Book of Songs, but the poems that Zhang Jiuyan had written before. He was much more than Chu Yang. Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Landscape, and so on were all involved. In terms of quantity, he completely crushed Chu Yang.
After Chu Yang had activated the Book of Songs, he had only written a few poems. He did not want to expose a poem like Spring Dawn, because once it was released, his identity would be exposed directly.
In a one-sided situation, Chu Yang would definitely lose.
"Haha!" Zhang Jiuyan laughed directly. "Junior Song, although you are talented, I can make up for it with hard work, don't you think so?"
"Once the Book of Songs is broken, I'm afraid Junior Song can't make up for it with hard work. It's really a pity, a pity for such a talent. My heart hurts so much!"
Zhao Lang also laughed continuously.
Wu Fang did not stop. Instead, he became sharper and more sarcastic. He directly ridiculed, "Junior Song, are you going to slap our faces like this? Haha!"
Chu Yang did not say anything. He quickly recited two poems.
"Jasper is made into the height of a tree, thousands of green silk ribbons hang down. I wonder who cut the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors. "
"Ying Lian clogs the moss, the small button door does not open for a long time. The garden full of spring cannot be shut, a branch of red apricot leaves the wall. "
These two poems were extremely famous in his previous life. They were familiar and could be found in the textbooks of students.
Bang bang bang!
Brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, the Four Treasures of the Study instantly exploded, unable to form an effective barrier. Zhang Jiuyan's "Book of Songs" crashed over like a star. Chu Yang's "Book of Songs" exploded like an egg and immediately turned into dust. It turned into a chaotic flow that scattered in all directions and stirred up an enormous vortex.
"Haha, Junior Brother Song, you're too late. Although the two poems you've created are extraordinary, are they useful?"
It was not without reason that Zhang Jiuyan was known as the Poetry Master. At first glance, the two poems that Chu Yang came up with were not extraordinary, but he immediately noticed how amazing these two poems were.
Because of that, Zhang Jiuyan was slightly shocked. However, he was even more pleased and his mood became even better.
Destroying something that was worth thousands of gold, or even a city, wouldn't that be a very satisfying thing?
"Haha!" Zhao Lang and Wu Fang laughed so hard that tears were about to flow out.
That Song Deming was really stupid. His talent was obviously much better than Zhang Jiuyan's. If he was not so arrogant and accumulated more experience, Zhang Jiuyan would not be worth mentioning. He could crush him with a raise of his hand. Unfortunately, he was too ignorant. He destroyed his own future and brought about his own destruction!
"Zhang Jiuyan!"
"Zhao Lang!"
"Wu Fang!"
At the moment when Chu Yang's "Book of Songs" exploded, Shi Danfeng's heart seemed to explode. She lamented Chu Yang and heard the ridicule of the three people. Anger burned in her heart. Her killing intent surged out like a dam and drowned the three people in an instant.
"Do you want to die?"
She called out their names one by one. Her voice was like the snowstorm in winter. Her expression was as sharp as a knife. She was like a female Rakshasa who was about to explode and kill people, causing rivers of blood to flow.
"Ha-"
The laughter of Zhang Jiuyan and the other two stopped abruptly like ducks being strangled by their necks.
"Did I lose? You're celebrating too early!"
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