Unparalleled Martial God

At the same time, the five people who were rushing over from afar had arrived. Chu Yang saw the county governor: middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and eagle-like eyes.    

The moment he landed, his gaze swept across the entire area. With a joyful expression, he asked in a clear voice, "In my Prefectural Champion, which person wrote a first rank poem?"    

"Him!"    

"Him!"    

"That one called Liu Xunhuan!"    

"..."    

Immediately, many people pointed out Chu Yang.    

"It's you?" The county governor's sharp gaze immediately fell on Chu Yang.    

The moment he saw Chu Yang's dignified appearance, his eyes lit up, and the look of love in his eyes became even stronger.    

"It's me!" Chu Yang could only bow and say, "I've let the county governor down!"    

"What kind of poem did you make? This is the first time that the Book of Songs was able to receive it!"    

The county governor's joy was reflected in his words and expression. The few people behind him were also feeling somewhat eager.    

"Where is that poem? Quickly, let us take a look."    

"Not bad, not bad. Let's not talk about the others for now. I want to take a look at the first rank poems first!"    

"Not to mention a first rank poem, I have never even made a third rank poem. If I could read a first rank poem, I would have no regrets in dying."    

Is it that serious?    

Chu Yang: "..."    

The county governor of the Righteous Noble County smiled at Chu Yang and said, "Why? Can it be that we can't even take a look?"    

"The county governor is joking!" Chu Yang quickly said, "The poem hasn't been written out yet, so I'll read it to the lords — Spring sleeps without knowing how many flowers there are, with birds chirping in the night, and the sound of rain falling in the night!"    

"Hey!"    

The moment Chu Yang's voice fell, one of the five people immediately exclaimed in surprise, "This kind of poem, can it be rated as a first rank poem?"    

"Truly surprising."    

"It would seem that we have yet to discover the subtleties behind it."    

"You're right, we are only superficial and crude. Don't be in a hurry to make a judgment, or we will be laughed out of our mouths by others later."    

The five of them acted as if there was no one around as they started to think.    

However, a moment later, the county governor's eyes could not help but light up as he exclaimed, "This poem has grasped onto the moment when he fell asleep in the early morning. However, it did not spread out.    

The person to the left of the county governor immediately nodded and said, "That's right. The rest should be enriched and supplemented along his line of thought. As for the scenery, he has only chosen the side of spring."    

Another person nodded in agreement and said, "Spring has its enchanting colors and intoxicating fragrance. He doesn't write at all, but only writes the song from the perspective of hearing. "Birds of a bird could be seen all over the place. The sound of the wind and rain was gentle and melodious. It was truly beautiful." "The two words, 'everywhere', chirp up and down, resonating far and near, making one feel even more overwhelmed as they stand on the mountain path."    

"Spring breeze and spring rain, all of them sprinkling, but on this quiet night, these rustling sounds also make people want to see the dream-like sad mood and the new scenery after the drizzle."    

The county governor could not help but sigh. "The greatest wonder of this poem is that it leads one to imagine it for themselves, to experience the fragrances of the warbler's spring flowers and produce a great resonance. What is even more difficult is that this poem is natural and natural, as if it was born in heaven and earth.    

The five people's discussions and exclamations of admiration made those who did not understand this poem suddenly understand.