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The audience in front of the screen were also very shocked when they saw this sentence.

Although they didn't understand it, they could see the wonderfulness of this sentence.

Although their appreciation of literature was limited, they could feel a kind of beauty beyond language from the refined sentences.

"Yuebai's casual performance is enough for others to learn for a lifetime."

"Not good, not good, let me see which stage of children will suffer in the future."

"This sentence is absolutely amazing."

"Damn, can you all understand it? Why don't I know how to read some words?"

"I'll teach you, just read half of the words you don't know."

"According to what you mean, should the word Ou in Ouyue be read as Qu or Wa?"

"It's all right, as long as you understand it yourself."

"(Speechless)."

In "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" written by Jiang Yuebai, there are many uncommon characters. Not to mention the audience in front of the screen, even the people on the scene, few people can recognize them all.

He continued to write, and the rice paper on the table was already half full.

Every word is vigorous and powerful, like flowing clouds and water, which makes people feel a kind of enjoyment when reading it.

"The mountains and rivers are difficult to cross, who will pity the lost people; when we meet by chance, we are all strangers from other places."

"Old people should be stronger, and would they change their hearts when they are old? Poor people should be more determined, and they will not lose their ambitions."

At this time, Lu Qingshu, Zhang Boyu, Kong Bingwen and others have come to Jiang Yuebai's side.

The more Jiang Yuebai wrote, the closer he got to the door outside, and they followed him to appreciate this magnificent work.

"These sentences are so well written!"

"Yes, Bingwen, look at this sentence, the poorer the more determined, the more determined, the ambition to reach the sky, it is so well said."

"There are so many allusions used in it."

"Yuebai's move is a masterpiece."

"Qingshu, I think your Writers Association has found a treasure."

"Hahaha..."

Several respected elders admired this calligraphy while discussing the mystery in it.

"Please pour water on the Pan River, and each of you pour out the clouds of land and sea:

The high pavilion of Teng Wang overlooks the river bank, and the jade-wearing phoenix stops singing and dancing."

No one expected that Jiang Yuebai would start writing poetry next.

And the first sentence was so powerful.

"Painted beams fly over the clouds of Nanpu in the morning, and pearl curtains roll up the rain of Xishan in the evening."

"It's so wonderful."

"The parallelism is neat, and the painting can be seen in the poem."

"It's really well written."

"Yes, yes."

"The shadows of the idle clouds and the pond are leisurely, and things have changed and the stars have moved for several autumns.

Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? The Yangtze River flows outside the railings."

After Jiang Yuebai finished writing, he quickly put the brush aside.

"Everyone, I drank a little too much water just now. I will be back soon. My humble article is finished. I hope you can read it and give me some advice."

After Jiang Yuebai finished speaking, he left the scene quickly.

He regretted even more in his heart that he should not have drunk so much tea when he had nothing to do just now.

Originally, I didn't feel anything when I was sitting, but after standing for so long, I suddenly felt it.

He also forced himself to finish the whole article.

After writing, he didn't care about his image. He threw down the pen and said a word and left.

Seeing this scene, everyone at the scene couldn't help laughing.

"Then let's watch it first."

"Okay."

Su Ying'er and others in front of the screen saw this and were speechless.

Who would go to the toilet directly after finishing writing? No matter what, you have to wait until everyone has finished reading.

"Haha, Yuebai is really a man of temperament." Liu Yuzhi couldn't help laughing.

"Yeah, he seems to be the first person to go to the bathroom directly after writing."

"It seems that he really can't hold it back."

"Hahaha..."

Wen Xilan, Su Ying'er and others couldn't bear to watch it and really wanted to cover their faces.

Although it wasn't them, they felt that they were one with Jiang Yuebai.

As for the fans in front of the screen, it was even more outrageous.

The barrage of "hahaha" directly covered the entire screen.

It was also the first time they saw Jiang Yuebai like this, and they thought it was very funny for a while.

Lu Qingshu and others began to slowly appreciate this shocking calligraphy.

Not only is the article beautiful, but the characters are also elegant.

The strokes are powerful yet soft, and each stroke is just right.

"Huh? Why is there a missing character here?"

"Where?"

"Look here, the Yangtze River flows outside the railing, is there a missing character?"

"Really, did Yuebai forget to write it?"

"It shouldn't be, you see he left a space, obviously he knew."

"What does he mean? Let us fill in this character?"

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what Jiang Yuebai meant.

But it was definitely not forgotten or missed.

The whole article is missing this last character, and if it is not filled in, people will feel itchy.Itchy.

"How about everyone try to fill in a word before the moon is white?" Lu Qingshu asked everyone.

As soon as Lu Qingshu finished speaking, everyone gathered at the end of the article to appreciate the poem.

"I think it's okay to use 'alone', the Yangtze River flows alone outside the railing." A writer in his fifties said first after thinking for a moment.

"It's a little bit off."

"What do you think of the word 'boat'?" Another person said.

Lu Qingshu shook his head after hearing it, feeling that it was inappropriate.

Both the word "alone" and "boat" deviate from the artistic conception of the whole poem, and should not be the best answer.

"Bingwen, Qiao Song, Boyu, Huaijin... Which word do you think it should be?" Lu Qingshu looked at Kong Bingwen beside him.

Among all the people present, they are the most respected and have the most say.

"How about the word water?" Zhu Huaijin replied.

Lu Qingshu fell into deep thought after hearing it.

Chi Qingyuan, the president of the Poetry Research Association, thought about it and then shook his head: "Tsk, the word 'alone' is straightforward, the word 'boat' is vulgar, and the word 'water' is too shallow, none of which fits the meaning of Yuebai's poem."

"What about the word 'wrong'?"

"Too sad, not quite right."

"What about the word 'actually'?"

"Well... with Yuebai's talent, the word should not be so plain." Lu Qingshu shook his head.

"What word is it?" Everyone thought about it but couldn't think of a suitable word.

The audience in front of the screen saw this and also diverged their thoughts, and various answers came out.

"Yuebai's move left all the big guys helpless, it's brilliant."

"You're still being brilliant?"

"What word do you think it will be?"

"Could it be cloud? Outside the railing, the Yangtze River flows by itself, describing the scene of the river and the clouds reflecting each other."

"Your cloud is not as good as my clear flow."

"How about the Yangtze River flows eastward outside the railing?"

"I think it's the word wide."

"It should be the word urgent."

"How about the word long?"

"..."

Hundreds of thousands of viewers, all guessed everything.

Anyway, as long as it fits the mood a little bit, it was said, but their answers were obviously not as good as the answers of the literary masters on the scene.

If the words "alone" and "water" can be barely justified, the other answers are not even close.

Hundreds of thousands of people racked their brains but couldn't think of a perfect word.