"Wait. Old Man Yu suddenly said: "The two spiritual poems just now were ruined by you, and in the end, you said I wrote them." ”

Liu Fei chirps, people in the ancient literature school just have a lot of problems.

A poem written with a ballpoint pen is not a poem?

However, Liu Fei still obediently gave up his position, after all, he was still worried about the doctor's treasure in the hands of others.

Liu Fei paced back and forth for two steps, and then said.

"Compassion for Nong"

"It's noon on hoe day. ”

Everyone was stunned, this time it was really a persuasion poem? They all thought that this somewhat eccentric young man would have to continue to disgust Zhang Wenzun.

This sentence is plainly worded, and it describes a picture in the form of white description, in which the farmer is plowing the field at noon, although it is a little plain, but it is also in the topic, and it depends on how to continue it below.

"Sweat drops down the soil. ”

Echoing up and down, under the scorching sun, the farmers sweated profusely because of their labor, and the sweat fell into the soil under the seedlings.

It's still white, and the picture is more intense.

But many people began to shake their heads, the poems were too unpretentious, and the scenes depicted were commonplace, which on the one hand could be said to be easy to understand, and on the other hand, it also showed that the standing was too low to sublimate the main idea.

So far, there is no spiritual resonance, and I am afraid that this poem will not be able to become a spiritual poem.

"Who knows the Chinese food. ”

？？？

Don't write about farmers, rewrite food?

"It's hard work. ”

Yu Chengwen, who had been writing carefully word by word, suddenly stopped the pen in his hand and looked at Liu Fei in surprise.

Not only him, but Chu Pingkuo, Luo Yin, He Ling, and many scholars present were stunned when they heard the last sentence.

On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard.

Chu Pingkuo silently recited it repeatedly in his heart, as if he was obsessed, and suddenly shouted: "Wonderful!"

Old man Yu picked up the pen and made up the last sentence in one go, and he laughed: "It's really wonderful!"

Chu Pingkuo's face flushed with excitement: "This poem is called "Compassion for Farmers", but there is no sentence about how hard farmers farm and how difficult it is for crops to grow. The most important thing is that the last two sentences sublimate the whole poem, and in a rhetorical tone, the grains of grain are compared to drops of sweat, so that the front and back form a clear echo, the body is subtle, and the image is appropriate! Wonderful! Wonderful!

Old Man Yu smiled very happily: "Without the description of the first two sentences, the last two sentences of the discussion will seem empty and powerless." On the contrary, without the subsequent rhetorical question, the previous description will remain superficial and cannot be meaningful. Good poem, good poem. ”

Chu Pingkuo suddenly bowed to Liu Fei: "I have been doubting the ability of a great talent just now, the realm of this poem is far higher than mine, although it is to persuade farmers, it is really compassion for farmers, this kind of realm of compassion for heaven and people, I am ashamed of myself." ”

It is certainly not ordinary to be able to find a poem that anyone can memorize in the previous life.

It's that Liu Fei is a little puzzled: "I understand the truth, but why is there no aura resonance?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they realized why there was no reaction at all after the poem was written.

If this poem can't resonate with the aura, it is really unreasonable.

Old Man Yu frowned, and was about to pick up the poem, when he suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Young man, come quickly, come here!" the old man said quickly and urgently, and simply opened the aura in his right hand, and a vortex of aura formed Liu Fei's body was immediately sucked by the other party uncontrollably.

Liu Fei had no power to resist, and he couldn't even move.

Doctorate-level scholars are so terrifying!

"Hold on to this verse. ”

Liu Fei was confused, he didn't quite understand what kind of fame he was doing, but he still picked it up obediently, who made him unable to beat the old man.

Old Man Yu looked around, and his voice was stern: "Everyone immediately keep a distance of more than fifty meters, quickly!"

Chu Pingkuo and a few scholars were the first to react: "Director Yu, is it so?"

Old Man Yu nodded solemnly: "Very likely." ”

The other scholars were shocked, and immediately summoned the Book of Reiki one after another, and the entire experimental base turned into a shocking Aura.

One aura after another bloomed with the unique ink-colored aura of the ancient literature school, and the sky was filled with ink-colored fragrance.

Several people stood in a circular position, just surrounding Liu Fei in the middle.

Old Man Yu clenched his fists: "The protective poem "Ancient City", with me as the mainstay, come together!"

Several scholars with solemn faces recited the classic protective poems of the ancient literature school in unison.

Accompanied by tragic words, phantom-like loess walls appeared around Liu Fei, although the phantom is not big, but the vast momentum and the power of the battlefield make people can't help but be in awe.

"Xiao Fei, what's going on?" Lin Guodong, who was standing on the outermost, was anxious, didn't he just write a poem, why did he still use his book of aura.

He Ling generally grabbed Lin Guodong, and her expression was full of incredulity: "It's not a bad thing, don't worry." ”

The protective poem "Ancient City" jointly constructed by seven scholars almost condensed the phantom into substance, and the old man's whole body burst with a rich aura, staining the entire space with blue and black.

He laughed: "Boy, no matter what happens, just don't let go." I knew that this poem should have been written by you, but now I have been stained with the light of your junior. ”

Liu Fei continued to be confused.

How many meanings in the end.

Rumble!

A roar that seemed to come from far away exploded in the sky.

Not only in Hangzhou, but also in the capital, on the other side of the ocean, in every corner of the earth, in all the outer spaces where human beings exist.

At the same moment, there was a thunderous roar that exploded.

The voice was not loud, but it pointed directly to people's hearts, as if implying the avenue.

Only when there are major research results in various schools of thought can they cause such a violent resonance of aura between heaven and earth.

Countless people looked at the sky.

This...... Which school of thought has created miracles again?

The roar became louder and louder, and Liu Fei, who was in the center of the aura vortex, was completely overwhelmed by the aura at this moment.

The aura was so majestic and immense, and the protection that the seven scholars had jointly arranged was faintly crumbling.

At this moment, a voice that was far away, ancient vicissitudes, like a god, appeared under the entire starry sky.

No one could know what language it spoke, but no one would understand what it said.

No matter what race you are, no matter what country you come from, the powerful voice that can't hear what language it is makes everyone understand the meaning of the poem clearly.

In the ridges of the fields, in the orchard garden, many people have seen the illusion in the shadows, which is the figure of countless ricketers working in the field, and the figure of blood and sweat from ancient times to the present, which is the foundation of the survival of the human race.

Crops in various countries began to rise wildly.

People pity farmers, farmers also pity grain, in the final analysis, human beings can go from drinking blood to the current position, the last thing to leave is agriculture and grain.

Even the dullest people know what everyone is facing at this moment.

Spread the word all over the world!