"This, this, this ......"

Seeing this poem, the reader was really stunned, forgetting to breathe, or unable to breathe.

Killed millions of soldiers in the poetry world, and the sword in his waist was still bloody, this sentence was too murderous.

I never thought that someone could write poems so murderously.

Just now, even if it is just these few words, all readers seem to see a bloody scene.

This is a massacre.

It's hell on earth.

"I grass, brothers, Mr. Qiushui's poem, this poem ......"

At that moment, after reading this poem, this reader posted a message in the group.

"What's wrong with this poem?"

"Let me catch my breath. ”

"Tears flowed down my face. ”

After a while, the group asked again, "Have you rested, what kind of poem did you write?"

"I think you'd better go and see for yourself. ”

"Say, sell it again, okay, let's go. ”

As a result, when these readers read the poem, they repeated the actions of the previous readers.

"Let me catch my breath. ”

"Let me take a breath. ”

"Take another breath. ”

"He's meowing, it's the most murderous poem I've ever seen. ”

"Oh my God, I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy. ”

"Crazy yarn, reading this poem, my head is going to explode. ”

"I already feel in my heart that the bloody sword is about to be killed. ”

……

"Ahh ”

This scene also happened in room 302 of the freshman apartment of Mizuki University.

Zhou Jingjing suddenly rushed from the room and shouted loudly, "Help." ”

All the roommates hurried out.

"What's going on, where did the killings. ”

"Qiushui, Mr. Qiushui has killed someone. ”

"Ah......h

"Autumn water kills?"

Huang Yifan, who came out with him, almost sprayed rice, "Who did Qiushui kill?"

"Damn. You guys don't say it's Mizuki Chinese students. Didn't you see that Qiushui wrote a murderous poem. No, not just one person, but more than a million people in a row. Could it be that after reading this poem? Don't you feel it at all?"

"Khan, alright. Okay, Erjing, don't make trouble. ”

Zhou Jingjing because there are two crystal characters. Shouting Jingjing feels too much of a sissy, and because of Zhou Jingjing, she often goes crazy. shouted at every turn, and everyone in the dormitory gave Zhou Jingjing a well-labeled nickname, Erjing. One comes and the other is because there are two crystals. The other, and indeed a lot of times, compares the two. Although Zhou Jingjing protested from time to time. But in the case of three to one, I had no choice but to accept it.

"I also read Mr. Qiushui's poem, and it is indeed a bit murderous. However, it is not as exaggerated as you say. What else to shout for help. Mr. Qiushui didn't kill you. He's killing guys who write modern poetry, what are you afraid of. ”

Liu Weihui said.

Saying this, Zhou Jingjing woke up instantly, "Yes, it doesn't seem that I was killed, but those who wrote modern poetry." However, speaking of which, the poem is indeed murderous enough, and it smells bloody. In just two sentences, I felt as if I had killed more than a million people, and I was scared to death before you knew it. ”

Although she woke up, Zhou Jingjing still said with palpitations.

"Well, this poem was written for the Ming Dynasty Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, of course, murderous. ”

At this time, Huang Yifan explained.

"No, what does this poem have to do with Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty, it was clearly written by Mr. Qiushui. ”

"Alas, if you are ugly, you need to read more, let me tell you. ”

Huang Yifan glared at them like an idiot and said, "Back then, Zhu Yuanzhang fought in the south and the north, from the south to the north, starting from the south of the Yangtze River, repelling strong enemies all the way, and killing people all the way. In the end, he defeated Chen Youliang's army in the Battle of Dragon Bend and killed him with millions of soldiers and horses. One day, Zhu Yuanzhang went to a Zen temple in the Purple Mountain. The host didn't know Zhu Yuanzhang, but when he saw Zhu Yuanzhang's murderous spirit rushing straight to Yunxiao, he wanted to relieve his murderous anger and sat down to discuss Zen with Zhu Yuanzhang. However, Zhu Yuanzhang is murderous at this time, and in addition to the big trouble of his henchmen, he can ascend the throne on the same day and dominate the world, where can he stand this monk beside him. On the same day, when he was discussing the Tao with the host, he scolded the host and left.

This psalm is written exactly what happened on that day. It's just that Mr. Qiushui deliberately changed Jiangnan into a poetry circle. ”

"It turned out to be Zhu Yuanzhang, so it seems that the whole poem should have killed millions of soldiers in Jiangnan?"

Huang Yifan just explained, and everyone nodded.

No wonder this poem is so murderous that it is unprecedented. Only an emperor like Zhu Yuanzhang can have such a murderous aura. ”

"Awesome, awesome. ”

Zhou Jingjing also looked suddenly enlightened, "I once read this story in a high school history book, but I didn't expect that Mr. Qiushui was so talented that he actually wrote the story in history into a poem, which was simply blown up." ”

It's just that after finishing speaking, Zhou Jingjing suddenly looked at Huang Yifan strangely, "I said, boss, how do you know?"

"Well, guess. ”

"Guess?"

The people did not believe.

"Can you guess that?"

"Of course, although the first sentence seems to be a little difficult, the last two sentences 'The mountain monk does not know the hero master, and only cares about asking the name' is the same as the allusion in the historical poem. When the host tried to inquire who this person was, a few months later, he found that the Yuan Dynasty had completely changed the dynasty, and it was the Ming Dynasty that greeted him. And the murderous general before was Zhu Yuanzhang. So, I guess Mr. Qiushui wrote Zhu Yuanzhang. ”

"Well, count on you. However, I still think that 'killing millions of soldiers in the poetry world' is more in line with my taste, hahaha, I don't know if those guys will be so angry that they will vomit blood after seeing this sentence. ”

……

"May I ask Mr. Qian Shi, did you challenge Qiushui on Weibo at that time?"

"Hello, Mr. Qian Shi, what do you think of Mr. Qiushui's behavior of writing more than a dozen classic ancient poems in response to you?"

"Excuse me, in your opinion, are these poems still limericks?"

"Excuse me, why did you go offline that day?"

"Excuse me, what would you do if you met Mr. Qiushui in the main competition of the poetry contest?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Qian Shi, do you still write modern poetry?"

"Excuse me......"

After a series of questions, more than a dozen reporters came over in twos and threes, but they were completely annoyed by asking about the money.

No, it's not asking.

It's humiliation, it's a slap in the face.

In the end, I couldn't stand it, so I had to close the door and refuse all interviews, so I was a little quiet.

"Qiushui, this time you are ruthless. ”

Gritting his teeth in his heart, Qiushui landed on the official website of the Writers' Association Poetry Competition.

He wanted to see how many votes his poems had received.

Yes, although Qiushui humiliated Qian Shi and others on Weibo, Qian Shi still participated in the poetry contest. If nothing else, just because he knows that the state intends to support modern poetry, even if he writes poorly, he may get extra bonus points.

300 votes.

The votes are outrageously low.

Think about it when I was rated by the media as a representative of the Chinese avant-garde poets, any poem I wrote had tens of thousands of votes. At its peak, his masterpiece "Labor in the Sunset" received hundreds of thousands of votes.

It's all to blame for that autumn water.

I blamed Qiushui again in my heart.

Read on.

"120,000 votes. ”

Damn, why does this guy have so many votes?

It's just that when Qian Shi saw Qiushui's name, Qian Shi felt that he had been slapped by someone else.

It's hot and it hurts.

I wanted to close the webpage and be out of sight and out of mind, but I was still very unhappy in my heart and clicked on the poem written by Qiushui.

There seemed to be a voice in my heart saying, "I just want to see what kind of classic poems you can write." ”

It's just that when he clicked on it, the murderous aura of the sky came to his face.

Killed millions of soldiers in the poetry world, and the sword in his waist was still bloody.

The mountain monk didn't know the hero master, so he only asked for his name.

It's not one person who kills.

It wasn't two people who killed. U Reading (ww.com)

Millions of people were killed.

Who killed?

It is not the soldiers who kill, and the generals are not the ones who kill.

It was all the poets in the poetry world who were killed.

The one who killed him was Qian Shi.

Burst......

His eyes widened at this moment, and his chest seemed to have been hit by a boulder.

Then, a burst of blood snorted, staining half of the sky red.

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PS: I've always been embarrassed to ask for rewards, and even if I did, it was a weak incidental mention. However, in this chapter, Xiaobai shouted loudly, brothers, if it's cool, if it's cool, come and enjoy it. One dime or two cents is not idle, and 100,000 millions are not idle. Haha, just kidding, give a reward at will, don't pay attention to Xiaobai, everyone is happy. Anyway, Xiaobai also wrote well. (To be continued.) Enable the new URL