"Such wild and uninhibited, this is the Guo Ye in my mind!"

"Damn, when will Lao Tzu be able to pretend to be like Guo Ye and pretend to be forced in front of hundreds of millions of people?"

"Pretend to be your sister! Can you have Guo Ye's literary talent? Fuck, there are three ancient poems published today, which are simply more wonderful than the other! The poem that Guo Ye recited just now must be his new work! Damn, the export is a chapter, relying on Ma Qianyan, it seems that it is him!"

"I also recognize that Guo Ye is good at poetry, the key is that he played the guzheng tune just now, I have never heard of it, is it his original one?

"I suddenly remembered the suona song that Guo Ye performed at the Conservatory of Music a year ago, and I think this one is comparable. Updates are fast and ad-free. ”

"You can pull it, you! The performance is much more difficult than this song just now! So far, except for Guo Ye, no one can play the suona solo!"

", anyway, I think this piece is also very good, even if the difficulty of playing is lower, but the beauty of the piece is no less than that. ”

"Nima, a guzheng solo, a suona solo, how to compare different musical instruments?

It wasn't until Guo Dalu finished the performance on stage that the host came to the stage, and there were more barrage messages on the live broadcast platform, as if everyone was immersed in Guo Dalu's performance, and they didn't come back to their senses until this time.

"I actually have a good work again!"

Wang Xiaolu's face was slightly red with excitement in the audience, "Brother Da Lu, is this really going to be a poet?

She turned her head to look at Song Qingyun, "Xiao Yunzi, what do you think?"

Song Qingyun was still immersed in the afterglow of Guo Dalu's poem just now at this time, and he couldn't extricate himself, and muttered to himself, "How did he write such a majestic song and such a chic and heroic poem? Why does Brother Dalu look like a Confucian compared to me? His writing is much better than mine!"

It is said that after listening to Guo Dalu's guzheng songs and poems, the most shocked person was not the ordinary audience, but Song Qingyun, a Confucian disciple.

Song Qingyun is a disciple of Confucianism, and practicing martial arts and fitness is just a small way for them, and publishing books, doing knowledge, and doing some good deeds for the benefit of the country and the people is the highest purpose of their profession.

Among them, poetry and articles are also compulsory courses for Confucian disciples, Song Qingyun was forced by his teacher to recite Confucian classics since he was a child, and he has learned that now, the subset of classics and history is quite understanding, and when it comes to the degree of understanding of the culture of transmission, what literary masters and experts and professors today may not be able to compare with him.

Moreover, Song Qingyun is quite talented in poetry, and when he was studying and cultivating himself over the years, he also wrote a lot of poems, and praised him a few times more than his teacher, and Song Qingyun was quite proud of himself.

But now seeing Guo Dalu so brilliant, Song Qingyun suddenly became desperate, "I claim to be an all-round talent in civil and military affairs, but in front of Brother Dalu, I am not as good as a fart!"

He was feeling sorry for himself, and after hearing Wang Xiaolu's question, he didn't think about it: "What do I think? What else can I look at? Brother Da Lu is not a human!"

Wang Xiaolu was furious when she heard this, "Why do you call it not a person? You dare to scold my husband?"

Song Qingyun suddenly came back to his senses, and said with a dry smile: "I didn't scold, I didn't scold, I'm exaggerating Brother Lu!"

His mind turned rapidly, and he said to Wang Xiaolu: "I mean that, I mean, Brother Da Lu, he is not a human, he is a god! It is Wenqu Xing who descends to earth! Otherwise, if you think about it, ordinary people, who has his literary talent? Just rush at the immortal spirit revealed in his poems, then he will be inseparable from the immortals! He is simply an immortal! Yes, an immortal!"

Song Qingyun saw that Wang Xiaolu's fists were clenched, and he suddenly sweated, and said very undisciplinedly: "I think, now that people in the martial arts say that he is something 'Divine Fist Invincible' or something, this nickname is weak, so the words 'Immortal' are good? Brother Da Lu is obviously an Immortal! Of course he is not an ordinary person!"

"Poof!"

After hearing Song Qingyun's words, Wang Xiaolu's laughter trembled, "Brother Da Lu is still an immortal? If you pat yourself like this, won't your conscience hurt? Even if he is an immortal, he is also an immortal who kills pigs! Where do you see a little fairy aura on him? Hey, no, I'm laughing to death!"

Song Qingyun thought about Guo Dalu's five big and three thick bodies, and felt that he really didn't have much to do with the "immortals", but he still stubbornly said: "You see that people can't just look at their appearance! Brother Dalu behaves roughly, that is chic in nature, upright temper, that is naïve, even if it is killing pigs at home, it is also, well, that self-cultivation - I said, let's talk about something else, I really can't make it up!"

"What are you talking about?"

Guo Dalu came to the two of them at some point, "Why are you so happy?"

"Huh, did you take off your makeup so quickly?"

"That's what you said, how long does it take to wash your face? Hey, you don't know, I just led the three people on the stage to the backstage, and the three of them all lay on the ground and couldn't move, just He Dingwen was a little better, but he was still a little conscious, and the other two fell to the ground and didn't wake up when they got backstage!"

He looked at Wang Xiaolu, "What's the matter?"

Song Qingyun said very contrary to his will: "That, I mean, Brother Dalu, there is a fairy spirit in your poems, chic and elegant, there is a kind of agility that does not belong to the world, and the talent contained in the poems is simply rushing to the face, and even a little thrilling! So I think your nickname should be called the Immortal, isn't this telling my sister-in-law about this! My sister-in-law listened to it, and she couldn't be happy!"

Guo Dalu was overjoyed, "Good boy, he has eyesight! Actually, I think so too! The Sprinkle family sometimes has a feeling that he is about to become an immortal at any time......

Song Qingyun: "...... Brother Da Lu, let's praise ourselves like this, is it really good?"

Guo Dalu waved his hand, "Is this a boast? I am called honest! Who called my poems really have such a fairy spirit! The word "immortal" is very good, and I will call myself a fairy in the future!"

Song Qingyun's face was loveless, "Brother Da Lu, are you serious? Don't say that I gave this nickname in the future! I don't want to leave a bad reputation for future generations!"

Guo Dalu glared and said, "Do you want to be beaten?"

Song Qingyun suddenly didn't dare to say anything.

The program at this party, since Guo Dalu stepped down, there is nothing to see behind, Guo Dalu's program is like a bottle of spirits, after drinking his bottle of spirits, and then watching other programs, I feel dull and tasteless, and I can't arouse a little interest.

After two or three programs, the party also came to an end.

Many viewers who watch at home don't have the patience to watch any further, so they just turn off the TV, or change the channel to watch other programs, and most of the viewers who watch the live broadcast in front of the computer also turn off the live broadcast, or sleep, or continue to do something else online.

There are also some netizens who couldn't help but look at Guo Dalu's Weibo because they watched Guo Dalu's program, and wanted to leave a message on Guo Dalu's Weibo.

Then they saw Guo Dalu's remarks in support of smashing the monument and burning the temple and scolding the traitors.

A group of netizens were shocked, "Damn, it's a good Mid-Autumn Festival, but Guo Ye still has to do something?"