Although Gou Sheng has a bit of a cheap personality, he is still quite talented in writing. Especially when he rose into the sky, a power from the East emerged around him!

The great Chinese king Changxiao, he inherited the fine traditions of China, the poet Li Bai, the poet sage Du Fu, the poet ghost Li He are possessed by the soul at this moment, he is not fighting alone, he is not alone!

"brush!"

"brush!"

The writing is full of wind and thunder, with all the strength!

Xing Yunzi frowned at first, then his expression became slightly dull, and finally became ecstatic.

"tread!"

After a while, Jun Chang's smile fell. If he hadn't been hairless, he would have shaken his head in front of the camera as if he were showing off his thoughts.

As for the rice paper behind him, it is written——

Thousands of poems.

Thousands of wine bottles.

How often have I set my sights on the king?

The system roared: "After working on it for a long time, I still copied the ancient poems of my ancestors!"

"I."

Jun Changxiao stood proudly with his hands behind his back and said, "Are you proud?"

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Chapter completed!