After Su Wu wrote the title, everyone didn't believe that Su Wu could write something decent.

Not all big trees,

All were broken by the storm.

Su Wu wrote the first line of the poem.

"What the hell is this? It's called poetry?"

When everyone saw the first sentence, it was more of a mockery.

Zhang Liang also shook his head and smiled bitterly.

I can write this kind of poem.

Su Wu didn't care about the ridicule of others, he worked hard to write and began to write selflessly.

Not all seeds,

None of the soil can be found to take root;

Not all true feelings,

all lost in the desert of hearts;

Not all dreams,

They are willing to have their wings broken.

No, not everything!

It's all like you said!

Not all flames,

All only burn themselves!

without illuminating others;

Not all stars,

All indicate only darkness!

without reporting the dawn;

Not all singing,

It's all over the ears!

And not stay in the heart.

No, not everything!

It's all like you said!

Not all appeals have gone unanswered;

Not all losses cannot be compensated;

Not all abysses perish;

Not all perdition is overlaid over the heads of the weak;

Not all minds!

They can be stepped on under their feet and rot in the mud;

Not all consequences!

It's all tears and blood, and they don't show joy.

All the present is pregnant with the future,

Everything in the future grows from yesterday.

hope, and fight for it,

Please put it all on your shoulders!

But the moment Su Wu finished writing and put down his pen, the scene was quiet and terrifying.

Luo Wen, in particular, was already trembling, and his face was full of disbelief.

Those people in the poetry association originally looked down on Su Wu, but now, all of them have very wonderful expressions.

"How is this possible? Isn't he a warrior? How can he write poetry?"

Everyone was stunned.

Li Hao's face was beaten very painfully, even if he was just a strength martial artist, he knew that Su Wu's poem was very remarkable.

Lin Zimo's face is ugly, Su Wu can actually compose poetry?

Wang Kaixuan couldn't help but say: "Copyed, it must have been copied!"

"This is a question on the spot, a poem on the spot, but you tell me how he plagiarized?"

An indifferent voice came.

Then a man walked out of the crowd.

Shen Bing is here.

"The title was written by Lin Zimo, do you mean to say that Lin Zimo is secretly helping Su Wu?"

Shen Bing sneered: "You don't want to admit that others are excellent, and you don't have to slander others." ”

"Several, how is Su Wu's poem?"

Shen Bing looked at several people from the Poetry Association, "I hope that a few people will give a fair and just evaluation." ”

Several people in the Poetry Association were embarrassed.

What did they just say?

They said that Su Wu didn't know how to compose poetry at all, and it was completely self-inflicted humiliation on Luo Wenbi.

But now their faces are swollen.

Is this called not being able to compose poetry?

If he can't write poetry, then what are the poems we write?

They looked at each other and nodded.

The leader said: "Su Wu's poems embody the spirit that a warrior should have, and we think that Su Wu's poems are slightly better than Luo Wen." ”

The faces of everyone present changed.

Luo Wen's face was as pale as earth, and he didn't have the joy of a martial artist who had just broken through the Three Realms.

"What's even more difficult is Su Wu's words, tsk, it's really beautiful. ”

One of the members of the Poetry Association admired.

No one dared to question Su Wu's ugly words.

Even if Su Wu's words are compared with those of the Book Association, I am afraid that they are not far behind.

What kind of freak is this?

Isn't he the champion of the martial arts examination?

How could he still write poetry?

Even if he can write poetry, how can he still write so well.

Most of the people who despised Su Wu before and thought that Su Wu could not write modern poems could not stay anymore, they were too embarrassed, and their faces were beaten too painfully.

Zhang Liang was completely stunned at the moment.

Su Wu not only won very beautifully, but also knew Shen Bing.

He could only recognize Shen Bing?

And it seems that Shen Bing still cares about him very much?

Could it be that Shen Bing invited him here?

Thinking of this, Zhang Liang couldn't be more embarrassed.

Su Wu looked at Li Hao, "Director Li, I hope you don't forget our bet." ”

Li Haoqiang smiled, "Don't worry, I won't forget." ”

He sneered in his heart, even if you win, what if you win?

A martial arts champion with a damaged foundation is destined to be just a joke.

Lin Zimo saw that Shen Bing actually took the initiative to help Su Wu, his face was slightly gloomy, a little displeased, and he glanced at the man beside him.

The man smiled and nodded, walked out, and said, "Su Wu, modern poetry is just a small path, since today is Old Man Shen's 100th birthday, why don't we compose a few ancient poems?"

"Who is this man?"

"Didn't you see him with Lin Zimo?"

"He is Lin Xuan. ”

"Who else but him?"

"He is the righteous son of the head of the Lin family, and his attainments in ancient poetry are very high, and his cultivation has reached the third realm. ”

"Hehe, interesting, it seems that Lin Zimo is a little tired of seeing Su Wu and Shen Bing getting too close. ”

"You want to compare ancient poems with me?"

Su Wu looked at Lin Xuan.

"That's right. ”

Lin Xuan smiled, "Of course, if you don't want to, then I haven't said it, after all, being able to write modern poems doesn't mean that you can also write ancient poems, I can understand it very well." ”

The members of the Poetry Association secretly said, yes, ancient poetry and modern poetry are different.

A warrior is either better at modern poetry or better at ancient poetry, and there are very few people who are proficient in both.

Everyone said that Su Wu would never dare to fight.

"Lin Xuan, are you sure you want to compare ancient poems with Su Wu?"

Shen Bing asked.

"Sister Shen Bing, don't worry, since he is your friend, I won't raise the difficulty too high. ”

Lin Xuan said with a smile.

Shen Bing said, "I advise you not to compare ancient poems with Su Wu. ”

Lin Xuan smiled, "Why?"

"Thought you were going to lose. ”

Shen Bing said.

"Haha......"

Lin Xuan couldn't help but laugh, "Sister Shen Bing is really good at joking. ”

Others are so happy, will Lin Xuan lose?Miss Shen, even if you want to save face for Su Wu, you don't have to look for this kind of borrowing, right?

Lin Zimo said with a smile, "Sister Shen Bing, Brother Lin Xuan won't raise the difficulty too high, you can rest assured." ”

Lin Xuan smiled, "That's right, as long as he can roughly make a decent poem, I will lose." ”

At this time, Su Wu had already walked to the table and lifted the brush.

When everyone saw Su Wu take the initiative to put pen to paper, they couldn't help but be stunned, what did he want to do?

Modern poetry again?

Wang Kaixuan sneered, "At this time, he can only write modern poetry." ”

"If his new work can have the song just now, which is also the height of everything, I can even admit defeat. ”

Lin Xuan said with a smile.

As Rowan said, writing poetry must rely on inspiration, and it is impossible for Su Wu to produce two top-notch modern poems in a row in one day.

Others deeply believe that it is impossible for Su Wu to write a second top-notch modern poem today.

Lin Xuan was sure that Su Wu couldn't do it.

Su Wu ignored everyone, he picked up his pen and began to write.