Chapter 220: The Poet Immortal Descends

It wasn't until a long time later that the 5-star poet Yang An was bubbling slightly in the group, "Brother Qian, that, that, what should we do?" ”

A poem crossing the Han River can be said to have frightened a group of poets.

They have been playing poetry for decades, and although not all of them are so-called great poets, their ability to appreciate poetry is still very high. The previous song of the goose, they knew that it was good, and it was even a work that could be passed on. However, because this work looks too ordinary, it is impossible for ordinary people to recognize.

But this first crossing of the Han River, the sentence "I am more timid about the hometown, I dare not ask the person who comes", is not only classic, but also makes people know that this sentence is extraordinary at a glance.

All the poets felt in their minds a voice sounded, kicking the iron plate.

"What should I do?"

At this time, Qian Shi was also depressed.

He's bleeding from his heart, too.

Although he also knew that Qiushui was powerful, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't imagine that Qiushui could write so many good poems.

Now that Qiushui has not only written a classic, but also written a work that people will know is a classic at a glance.

This, this, this...... In an instant, Qian Shi was also a big one, and he was speechless for a while.

It's just that, in the end, Qian Shi still stubbornly said, "Everyone calm down, don't panic." Although this autumn water is somewhat level, I don't believe that he can still write a few songs. Everyone continued to respond, or replied to him, limerick. ”

"Is that really good?"

Yang An replied weakly again.

"Do you think it's good for you to leave quietly?"

was said by Qian Shiyi, Yang An also blushed, "Okay, listen to Brother Qian." ”

"In this case, everyone is still the same as before, and they all reply to him with a limerick."

After discussing in the group, all the poets replied to the limerick poems with a clear conscience.

It's just that they don't want to. They replied with a clear conscience. But it really angered Huang Yifan.

"Limerick."

See their responses.

Huang Yifan smiled.

He thought that these poets still needed some cheekiness.

Just like the previous prose wars, there are some prose masters who still have to be cheeky.

It's just that I didn't think that these poets are really literary hooligans. I don't even want to be cheeky.

Good.

Nodding.

Huang Yifan continued to @ these poets and said. "Since you all think it's limerick, I'll go ahead and write one."

Thousands of mountain birds fly away. Thousands of people are gone.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Is this limerick?

Finish writing a song. Huang Yifan didn't wait for them to reply, and wrote another one.

Xiang was unwell at night and drove to the ancient plains.

The sunset is infinitely better. It's just near dusk.

I don't know if this one can get into your eyes.

Huang Yifan can be regarded as really angry.

He didn't believe it. Their skins can be as thick as the walls of the city.

Even if it is thicker than the city wall, Huang Yifan will use thousands of poems to force them to admit it in person.

Matsushita asked the boy. The teacher of the words took the medicine.

Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and do not know where.

What about this one?

Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind.

There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain.

And this one?

Song after song, article after article.

At this time, many poets did not respond, and the crowd of spectators who had been attracted before were instantly stunned.

What's going on.

The hometown is even more timid, and I dare not ask anyone, I grass, this poem is too classic.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow...... Nima, who said it was limerick.

Panasonic asked the boy, and the teacher went to collect medicine. Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and do not know where...... God, one song is more classic than the other. I'm convinced, Qiushui, I was wrong, I won't read Qian Shi's brain-dead poems anymore, from today on, I will be your hardcore.

There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain...... Those great poets, come out quickly, is this a limerick poem? It's too bullying, when everyone is blind? I'm sorry, Mr. Akisui, I misunderstood you earlier. Now we turn from darkness to your account, and I ask you to forgive us for our ignorance.

It's just that Huang Yifan ignored it and continued to write.

Where does the Jun family live, and the concubine lives in Hengtang.

Stop the boat and ask for a while, or I am afraid that it is a fellow villager.

……

The power covers three countries, and the name becomes an eight-array map.

The river does not turn, and the hatred is lost.

……

At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to be poor, go to the next level.

……

Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered.

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

One song is louder than the other, and one is more classic than the other.

When it is written that the grass on the detachment from the plain, the whole autumn water is slight. Bo is already burning like a fire, completely detonating the entire poetry world.

No, it's the entire internet media that should be detonated.

Previously, he had been following dozens of poets to Qiushuiwei. Fans of Bochu are completely dumbfounded at this time.

One poem after another was born, but they were completely petrified.

This is still a person, this is simply the reincarnation of a poet.

I finally understood, I finally understood, it turned out that Qiushui was actually an immortal.

Let's look at the first micro of autumn water. Bo, the immortals touched my top, and I was immortal, and I knew at a glance that this poem was the rhythm of the ascension.

Brothers, let's worship, perhaps, after this immortal finishes writing these poems, he will ascend to the immortal.

In addition to these original viewers, a series of other Internet media have also been attracted by Huang Yifan's act of writing poems against the sky. When these reporters first entered the autumn water micro. After Bo, the shock in my heart was simply incomprehensible.

Such characters are simply the face of Huaguo.

Even as journalists, they are proud that Huaguo has a master of poetry like Qiushui.

In an instant, thousands of media rushed to put the lens and the focus of attention on Qiushuiwei. Wide.

At the same time, as these poems spread one after another, the whole country seemed to experience an earthquake.

Mizuki University.

Brothers, everyone is on the micro. Bo, go all out to Mr. Qiushui.

Yenching University.

Dude, get on the computer and watch the immortals.

Xiangkang University.

The poet was reincarnated, and he was a god in one fell swoop.

"Brother Qian, this, this, I can't stand it, I'm going to get down."

Seeing this formation, Yang An was instantly frightened.

He's meowing, where is this still a person, it's simply the reincarnation of a saint.

Are you embarrassed to say limericks?

Are you embarrassed to say that Qiushui can't write ancient poems?

Are you embarrassed to point fingers?

I'm afraid that after a day of reading (ww.com books, some of them will become the laughing stock of the public.

There are other poets who think the same way as Yang An.

When they saw that Qiushui was like a god, stroke by stroke, and write the book of heaven, everyone was stupefied.

"Qian Shi, we, we also go down, you, you resist."

In an instant, it was more than half gone.

In the end, there were a few, also a shaker, who didn't say anything and quietly went offline.

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