Do you need a reason to hit?

One sentence made everyone shout in their hearts: "This old man is too domineering!"

Not to mention, because Cui Xianghong had recognized Lu Yifan as a teacher before, and now this old man was beaten again because she didn't give up her seat, but many people at the scene secretly applauded, and no one helped her at all.

Cui Xianghong smashed his teeth and swallowed it in his stomach.

"Dead old man, you wait for the old lady! Later, this 'seven times in one night' will pour into your tea, and the old lady will let you die directly!"

Thinking so, Cui Xianghong found someone to take a seat for Lu Nima, and Wen Ji officially began.

"What kind of comparison is this 'literary halberd'?" Lu Yifan sat on his seat with his back and looked like an old hooligan, and he didn't pay attention to so many writers at the scene.

Cui Xianghong was careless, suffered a big loss, and saw that this old man looked like a hanger, where did he have half a literary demeanor, and couldn't help but snort coldly: "The challenger of the Wen Halberd has to challenge in three rounds, and only if he wins all three games, he will be considered successful."

Since you claim to be the king of kings, then the old body will play against you in the first game with a couplet!"

"Yo, so self-conscious, okay, let you know, why is your uncle your uncle!" Lu Yifan said arrogantly.

"Ignorant old men also want to learn people's couplets, I advise you: idlers are not allowed to enter the sages. Cui Xianghong snorted coldly.

Lu Yifan knew that Cui Xianghong was scolding himself for being idle, so he laughed twice and said: "Although your old lady is dignified, you are: the thief is the future Taoist."

How's that neat, right?"

If you scold Lao Tzu for being idle, Lao Tzu will scold you for stealing!

Seeing Lu Yifan's hanging appearance, Cui Xianghong laughed and said, "You're wrong, you're wrong!

As he spoke, Cui Xianghong lifted the brush and wrote on the rice paper: "The sage is not allowed to enter the idler!"

Although the sage and the idler have been reversed, Lu Yifan has now come in, and this Cui Xianghong is still scolding him for being idle.

With such a hand, the surrounding audience applauded!

"Cui Xianghong deserves to be the champion of the last Beijing Couplet Competition, this first pair of sneak couplets, it is very ingenious!"

The old man was still secretly proud, not knowing that he had already been tricked. ”

"The title of vice president of the Handong Poetry Association is really not given for nothing!"

"Wonderful, wonderful, this old lady's mouth is really sharp!"

Lu Nima smiled and said, "Xiaohong, you heard it wrong, my next link......"

He took a brush and wrote on the rice paper with vigorous and powerful pen power: "The Taoist thief will come in the future!"

These two sentences are interchanged, and they become the first authentic exchange and scolding couplet, and the one that fits is called a seamless!

"Okay!"

He Wen was the first to stand up and applaud, and everyone in the hall applauded like rain.

The thief will come to the Taoist, and the Taoist will come to the thief!

Wonderful!

It's amazing!

But seeing Cui Xianghong's pale face, Lu Nima smiled and said, "What's the matter, Xiaohong, is your uncle your own uncle?"

Convincing or not?

If you don't accept it, I'll convince you right now!"

In public, foul language is clearly an insult to yourself!

Cui Xianghong said angrily: "There are three masters in one township and two miles, and they don't know the four books, the five classics and the six meanings, and they dare to teach the seven, eight, and nine sons, which is very bold!"

As soon as this couplet came out, everyone was shocked!

This is used from ten times in a row, and it is used so cleverly, the difficulty of this couplet is comparable to the absolute of the ages!

But seeing that Lu Nyima didn't even raise his eyes, he smashed it and said lightly: "Ten rooms and nine poor people get eight taels and seven cents, six cents and five millimeters and four cents, and they are still half-hearted and obscene!"

"it!"

"God is right! God is right!"

"Hahaha, my mimi hurts when I laugh!

"The mouth damage is still second, the key is that people go from ten to one, the right one is called a subtle!"

Cui Xianghong was almost angry and vomited blood by Lu Yifan's sentence of "first-class obscenity".

She took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on her forehead, knowing that this Lu Nyima had some skills, and her heart slowly calmed down.

Looking at the garden outside the hall, there were kingfishers chirping, so he pointed to the garden and said: "The warbler and the swallow swallow are emerald and red everywhere!"

"This ...... It's ......"

"The Legend of a Long-Lost Couplet!"

"Oh my God, couplets of this difficulty are out!"

"This time, the old man is probably really embarrassed!"

Overlapping couplets are notoriously difficult in the Chinese literary world!

Nowadays, the college entrance examination generally relies on a three-character overlapping couplet, and at most a four-character overlapping couplet.

In this way, it was difficult for a group of senior high school candidates to cry their fathers and mothers.

Now Cui Xianghong has made a seven-character overlapping couplet in one go, which makes everyone feel that their livers are trembling!

What kind of couplet can be right?

"Rain, rain, wind, flowers, flowers, leaves, and leaves, twilight, and twilight every year!"

But seeing that Lu Yifan didn't even think for a second, almost the next moment when Cui Xianghong finished the question, Lu Yifan retreated!

"Oh my God!"

"The old man is mighty!"

"This ...... This...... This ......"

Another frenzied cheer!

Even the presidents of some poetry associations in other provinces are "this...... This ......" is speechless!

The face is full of disbelief!

Three seconds!

After only three seconds, this old man came up with a seven-character overlapping couplet with a difficulty comparable to that of the blue sky!

This is too frustrating, too hanging!

Everyone present, even a few of Cui Xianghong's students, were applauding wildly for Old Man Lu Nima!

Cui Xianghong knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely lose, so he took out a piece of rice paper, and wrote again: "The sea is going to be going to the chao, the chao is falling!"

When everyone present saw this couplet, they were puzzled.

Some of the low-level students also muttered in low voices.

"Mr. Cui, this is a typo, right? Why are there so many chaos?"

"If she hadn't written it, I would have thought she was a stammer!"

"If I stuttered, I would be able to say a 'walk with five blacks'!"

"Your sister, you are really stammering, Mr. Cui's couplet must have a deep meaning!"

Cui Xianghong saw that Lu Yifan didn't speak this time, so he laughed mockingly: "How?

I'm not afraid to tell you that the old body used this couplet to win the championship of the Beijing Couplet Competition!

No one has broken this association for 30 years!

The members of the National Poetry Association came to discuss it in vain, just because you are a bad old man?

I advise you to hurry home and don't be embarrassed here!"

But he saw Lu Nyima standing with his hands in his hands, looking up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, and said lightly: "That's it, it's time to show the real skills of the king of kings and Uncle Nyima!"

After that, he lifted the brush and came to a fancy pen in his hand, with a look in his eyes!