"The river and the sky are one color without dust, and the lonely moon in the sky is bright. Who on the riverside first saw the moon, and when did the moon on the river first shine on people?”
Just as Hermes and Zeus were fully focused on the moon…
A soft voice suddenly came from behind.
They didn't even need to look to know who it was.
Athena, the goddess of wisdom, was one of the 12 Olympian gods who was in charge of poetry, painting, music, gardens, and other arts.
She was an unmarried girl, dignified and beautiful, bright and moving.
"What a beautiful poem. It wrote the beauty of the moon, the beauty of the river, the beauty of the dust, and the love of yearning.
"Is this a poem created by the people of China? It's really great!"
Athena said calmly.
"Oh."
"Are Chinese poems really that well written?”
Zeus was a battle maniac, so he didn't know much about these things.
Hermes nodded and said,""Lord Zeus, the ancient Greek gods created many poems.”
"However, there is indeed no poem that can compare to this one.”
While Hermes and Athena were praising him, they didn't notice the change in Zeus 'expression.
No matter how big his heart was, it was still a little unbearable under the suppression of all aspects.
"Nonsense!"
"Athena is the God of Wisdom.”
"The third round of the Legend of the Immortal Realm is already considered a trick. We can't lose!”
"Use a poem to praise Aphrodite.”
Did he really think that Zeus, the King of Pantheon, didn't care? How shameless!
Zeus was quite reliable when he was serious about winning.
Beautiful scenery was entrusted to beautiful women. If they praised the Lord God, the Aegean Sea Flower would sway and emit a dazzling light.
This was the power of faith!
Athena was a little helpless, but the legend of Fairyland was related to the survival of the western gods, so she looked at the Goddess of Beauty, Aphrodite, and praised,""A young girl with eyes as sharp as deer's cry.”
"I chased you, but you ignored me."
"How would you know that the reins of my soul are in your hands?”
The Aegean Sea Flower on the shore of the arena was indeed emitting a faint yellow light under the night light, like a firefly.
"Everyone, look! The Aegean Sea Flower is blooming!”
"This? Doesn't this mean that we're going to win the third round of the Legend of Fairyland competition?”
"Yes, that's right. The golden light represented the goddess Aphrodite, and the blue light represented the goddess of Huaxia. When all the Aegean Sea Flowers bloom with golden light, it will be us.”
"That's great! It looks like our Western Pantheon will definitely win the third round.”
"The west will win! Victory!"
All of a sudden, the western gods cheered excitedly.
"Not good!"
Valkyrie Brunhilda had a premonition that things were not going well, so she decided to warn Ye Chen and the others.
Little Grey still didn't realize what was going on.
She left.
"Big sister, wait for me."
After a while, the two of them arrived at Ye Chen's room.
"Lord Ye Chen, we have to take action, or we will lose!”Brunhilda said in a panic.
"Hmm?"
Erlang Immortal Master and Sun Wukong were dumbfounded?
He didn't understand why he was about to lose.
"Tell me about it." Ye Chen was worried. He just wanted to know what tricks the Western Gods were playing again.
"It's like this. The light of the Aegean Sea Flower is now pointing at the Goddess of Beauty, Aphrodite. If this continues, we will definitely lose the third round.”
Brunhilda said anxiously.
"Oh." Ye Chen replied indifferently.
"Ah…!"
After hearing this simple reply, Little Grey and Hilde were stunned for a few seconds.
Did he think he heard wrongly?
In the third round of the Legend of Fairyland competition, China was about to lose!
Why was Ye Chen not anxious at all?
"Lord Ye Chen, why aren't you anxious at all?”
"Or is he that confident?"
Brunhilda voiced out the doubt in her heart?
Ye Chen glanced at her and said,"I'm curious. Hilde? Why do you think that China will lose the third round of the Legend of Fairyland?”
"This?"
Now it was Hilde's turn to be puzzled?
Why?
Isn't it obvious? The Aegean Sea Flower bloomed with golden light and pointed at Aphrodite.
"The God of Huaxia hasn't even descended to the mortal world yet. What right do you have to say that Huaxia will lose?" Ye Chen said. I'm curious."
Brunhilda was speechless.
Indeed!
She finally realized that up until now, the Chinese goddess on the moon had not even shown up, let alone come down.
The goddess of Huaxia had not even appeared, so what right did they have to say that Huaxia was going to lose?
"I'm sorry!"
"I was thinking too much."
Brunhilda expressed her apologies.
"Speaking of which, why did those Aegean Sea flowers suddenly bloom with golden light?”Ye Chen asked her.
She answered truthfully," Praise. As long as you praise one of them, the Aegean Sea Flower's ears will soften and it will shine for her."”
"What?"
"The western gods have the advantage in numbers. Is this very difficult to compare with?”
"It's obviously unfair."
Hearing Hilde's words, Ye Chen was instantly enraged.
"No, it doesn't depend on quantity. As long as the words are beautiful and described appropriately, it's fine.”
"Just now, Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom, should have praised Aphrodite. That's why the Aegean Sea Flower shone for Aphrodite.”
Brunhilda explained.
"I see."
"Haha!"
Ye Chen was a little amused.
China's history of 5,000 years was filled with poetry and songs.
From the Western Zhou Dynasty's Book of Songs, he had started to recite poems and compose Fu. Compared to China, he was simply overestimating himself.
These two sentences were enough to make them speechless.
Of course, as long as Fairy Chang'e descended to the mortal world, all the praises would be superfluous. She would be the most beautiful and the most destructive.
"The light of the high qi leads to the smoke of the furnace, and the cold grass produces the jade pendant.”
"It should be a celestial being who was drunk and crushed the white clouds.”
When Li Shi Min heard this, he stood up and muttered.
The beautiful poem floated to the Aegean Sea Flower. In an instant, the golden light dimmed and a deep blue light bloomed.
Ye Chen was not willing to wait any longer. He recited a poem,"The dangerous building is a hundred feet tall, and the stars can be plucked with one's hand. I dare not speak loudly, for fear of startling the people in the sky.”
"Can Fairy Chang'e descend to the mortal world to meet me?”
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