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"Maybe it's a coincidence."
Li Bai, Su Shi and others were a little uncertain, said.
"At the end of the year, you are a guest from afar, and you still use soldiers in the corners. The smoke and dust invade the snowy mountains"
"There's another song here, it's by Du Fu."
Among the waste paper Fang Yun threw away, Li Bai found a half-written poem.
"The Shengyuan Continent has a population of billions, and even three years may not produce a single Shengqian child! Holy bless Jingguo! God bless Jingguo!"
The examiners in the examination room fell into a state of incomparable excitement, but Li Bai, Du Fu, Confucius and others fell into a state of silence.
If Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn can be called a coincidence, then Du Fu's poem "The End of the Year" is also a coincidence?
"Finally able to get through the temporary crisis."
After Fang Yun finished writing the poem, he handed in the paper and left.
He directly became Shengqian Tongsheng, and he no longer needed to worry about that dude who wanted to murder his wife,
Fang Yun walked out of the courtyard from the side door with a high spirit, which was different from the one who had just traveled to the Shengyuan Continent.
When he first traveled to the Shengyuan Continent, the owner of the original body was beaten to death by the dude who wanted to murder his wife, and the threat was always there.
But now it is different, he became a holy former child, not only got rid of the crisis, but also has a bright future.
"My fate has changed since then."
Fang Yun glanced around the front of the door, feeling overwhelmed and full of ambitions in his heart.
"Young man, can we say a few words?"
At this moment, Fang Yun felt his eyes blurred and his body was out of control. When he woke up, he had already left the courtyard and appeared in a laneway.
There are several people standing in the alleyway, and everyone has an extraordinary temperament, some are suave, some are outstanding, and some are gentle.
"Who are you?"
Fang Yun was a little nervous.
Did he get the attention of some big shots because of his holy pre-childhood?
"Young man, are you the one who wrote the song Spring Dawn?"
Li Bai asked.
"Yes."
Fang Yun said without hesitation.
There is no Meng Haoran in this world, so naturally no one will expose him.
In addition, there is no Li Bai in Shengyuan Continent!No Du Fu!
No Bai Juyi!Without Wang Changling!
No Li Shangyin!Without Wen Tingyun!
No Wang Wei!No Du Mu!
No Han Yu!Without Liu Zongyuan!
No Yan Zhenqing!No Liu Gongquan!
Without Su Dongpo!Without Ouyang Xiu!
No Lu You!No Li Qingzhao!
Without Lu Jiuyuan!There is no Cheng Yi Cheng Hao!No Zhu Xi!No Wang Yangming!
But there is not a single celebrity after the Sui and Tang Dynasties!
This is also Fang Yun's confidence. Even if there are some geniuses and monsters in the Shengyuan Continent, no matter how geniuses and monsters are, they can't compare with these celebrities and talents combined.
This era is the best era for him.
"You also wrote the first Sui Sui?"
Li Bai asked again.
"Yes."
Fang Yun nodded.
"Then you know Meng Haoran? Do you know Du Fu?"
Li Bai said leisurely.
Fang Yun, "..."
Chapter 572 Confucius, Li Bai, and Su Shi Exploding in Talent
"do not know!"
Fang Yun's expression froze, he paused every word, and said.
He had surpassed the information before, but it is very certain that there is no poet named Meng Haoran or Du Fu in Shengyuan Continent.
Since there were no Meng Haoran and Du Fu, there would naturally be no Meng Haoran's poems and Du Fu's poems.
"Maybe they saw some of the thoughts in my head before."
In the Shengyuan Continent, knowledge is power, the more talents, the stronger the strength, even if you change the sky and change the sun, you can do it.
The auras of these people in front of them are all very extraordinary, maybe they are in the realm above Tongsheng. He has improved his physical fitness several times just by becoming a Tongsheng. Above this, there must be unimaginable Supernatural powers.
"I'll read a poem, let's see how it goes."
At this moment, Du Fu recited a poem, which was the end of the year that Fang Yun had not finished writing before.
"At the end of the year, you are a guest from afar, and you still use soldiers in the corners.
The smoke and dust offend the snowy mountains, and the drums and horns move the river city.
The world is bleeding every day, whoever invites the court.
Dare to love to death in Jishi, lonely and frightened. "