I, Lin Mo, am dressed as my husband-in-law.
Are you about to be dragged to the Four Kingdoms Poetry Association to die at the beginning?
At previous poetry conferences, literati from Qianguo were pointed at their noses and scolded, "How can we see a real dragon in a place where fish and shrimps are mixed together?"
All the talented people in the room were ashen-faced, and no one dared to respond.
The empress was furious, and all the officials were silent, and she was nailed to the pillar of shame for the literati every year.
Lin Mo said: Poems and songs? I hold the essence of five thousand years of literature in my mind!
When the talented scholar from Eastern Zhao recited "Ten Thousand Riders Rolling into the Wind" and felt complacent, when the literati in the audience were waiting to see him, the "unlearned and unskilled son-in-law" commit suicide by his neck!
Lin Mo stepped forward directly to show his sage: "Dark clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it, and the armor's light is shining towards the golden scales of the sun!"
The song "Yanmen Taishou's Journey" shocked the audience, and the writers of the Three Kingdoms looked ashen.
We agreed to bark like a dog if we lose, and no one will be able to escape!
I am the Immortal of Poetry, I am the Saint of Poetry, and I am also the Ghost of Poetry!
I, Lin Mo, use my own strength to dominate the literary world! No, I am the literary world!
