Where does poetry come from?

This is too difficult for Tang Yan, who has been inspired to become the strongest pig killer since he was a child!

"Ah.....h

After a prelude, Tang Yan fell into a short silence, his mind was running rapidly, he thought of the three hundred Tang poems in the primary school textbook, but he couldn't think of a poem that could express the feelings in his heart at this time. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Snowflake..... Snow Beer, brave the world?"

"The wind is cold, the wind is sluggish, the water is cold, what's the next sentence? The wind has passed without a trace, and the geese have plucked their feathers? uh.... These poems don't rhyme much with the current situation!"

"Damn, which one should I read?"

Due to the lack of ink in his brain, Tang Yan had to think for a long time if he wanted to learn from ancient poems, but fortunately, Bai Lu's current situation was quite stable, but if it continued like this, it would definitely not be stable for long.

There are so many ancient poems, if that ghost is a literary ghost, I think the poems still have some effect, but before that, the premise is that Bai Lu must have the heart to resist, otherwise this plan will be in vain.

Ghost upper body.... Just like if you have a terminal illness, if the person who is sick does not have the slightest determination to get better, then no matter how others help, the effect will be minimal.

It is precisely because she knows this truth that Tang Yan wants to awaken Bai Lu's determination before reciting the poem and encourage her to fight bravely against the devil.

After thinking for a while, Tang Yan finally had a little inspiration, suddenly raised his head, looked directly into Bai Lu's eyes, looked at each other, and spoke gently.

"Ah..... My wife. ”

"There was once a sincere love, in front of me, but unfortunately I did not cherish it, after the loss, I regret it, the most painful thing in the world is nothing more than this. If God gave me another chance, I would say to that girl..... I love you! If I had to add a deadline, I would like it to be 10,000 .....years."

"Ahh My wife!"

"Three years ago, you came gently, white like snow, long hair fluttering, pleasing people, do you know? The husband of three years is really shy and pure, even in the small black house where you can't see your fingers, it is difficult to attack you!"

"Ah..... My wife!"

"Gently, you are gone, taking away my heart, my soul .... Brought my sadness, my loneliness, my emptiness. ”

"Ah..... My wife!"

"Look at this snowstorm, have you ever thought of me? You may be in the dead of night, worried about that young and ignorant pig killing boy?"

"Ah..... My wife!"

"The babies in the village are generally late maturing, I was eighteen that year, I still remember that evening, the sun was setting, in the cornfield of Uncle Fugui's house, you looked at me, I looked at you, we ..... I didn't do anything! Thinking about it for my husband to this day, I regret it very much. ”

"Ah.....h

When he recited the "poem", everyone was dumbfounded, they listened and listened, and finally guessed what Tang Yan was going to do.

"He's going to recite poetry...."

"Yes, look at this trend, he is going to recite the rhythm of poetry!"

"Ah..... But what's that?"

"He sang just now, and now he reads poetry, is he sick?"

"Why don't you start yet?"

When everyone thought that Tang Yan was going to start reciting poems, they didn't know that Tang Yan's poems had already been recited.....

That's right!

In Tang Yan's consciousness, there is only one "ah" between the sentence and the poem, and he has been ahing for so long, and it has ended.

And the effect is still quite significant, because Bai Lu, who was originally calm, is constantly rising and falling on her chest at the moment, and her face is changing, as if she has fallen into some kind of struggle.

"This is the time!"

Tang Yan has been thinking for so long, waiting for this moment, because he knows that this state is the most critical, the greater Bai Lu's mood swings, the stronger the resistance in her heart, and it also shows that the more powerful the ghost needs to control Bai Lu, and it also shows that the flaws of the powerful ghost are coming...

He didn't know why he had this thought, but a few minutes ago, when he saw a small sapling appear under the cage, the thought sparked in his mind, as if the little sapling was conveying some kind of consciousness.

Then he recited the poem.....

Tang Yan is not a fool, thinking of the rattan that appeared just now, and seeing the small sapling under the cage, it seems that in the dark, there is always this strange force pulling him.... This strange power came from this small tree, and the reason why Bai Lu stopped was the same.

He did not resist, and he did not want to resist.

This feeling is very wonderful, like a feeling of emptiness, although Xiaoshu conveys his will, he does not have the slightest sense of compulsion, and Tang Yan accepts his will, and there is no rejection.

Next, Tang Yan made a killer move...... And this killer feature is also the will of the little tree!

"The white west wind and fallen leaves invade, and I came here again. The moon is clear and the moon is in autumn, and the wild burns the cold stars out of the forest at night. Thousands of ancient rivers and mountains should have a master, and they have been looking for each other for many years......"

This poem, from the Qing Dynasty, was written by the Qing Dynasty poet Gu Yanwu. As for the poetry, Tang Yan naturally didn't know, but for some reason, he actually read it out in a daze.

After reading it, Tang Yan immediately looked at the little sapling, and when he saw the little sapling swinging for a while, he immediately withdrew his gaze, looked at Bai Lu, and continued to recite the poem.

"Three years of detention of tourists, today and the southern crown.

Infinite mountains and rivers tears, who says that the world is wide! It is known that the spring road is near, and it is difficult to say goodbye to the hometown. On the day of the return of perseverance, the spirit flag looks at ..... in the sky"

After reading this poem of the Ming Dynasty, Tang Yan once again moved his gaze to the little sapling, and the little sapling swayed gently again.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the mountains and moons, bow your head and think of your hometown....."

This time, the answer was the same as before.

And then....

"Luo Shen is very condensed, and Wen Jun is bright red. Compared with the beautiful quality disciples, the bright color dilemma is the same. Come to the wave day, and the incense will follow the shore wind. The river is good from afar, and the trust is endless...."

"In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu. Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one...."

"When you sing about wine, what is life? For example, the morning dew, the past day is bitter. Be generous and unforgettable. How to solve the worries, only Du Kang ....."

"Isn't it?"

After reciting seven or eight poems in one breath, Tang Yan's face was extremely solemn, and he had an uncertain thought in his heart, to be precise..... It was the idea passed on by the little sapling.

That is, the ghost in Bai Lu's body is too big......

He recited these poems, which were the most popular poems of various dynasties, starting from the Qing Dynasty, and at this time it had reached the Three Kingdoms period, but it didn't seem to have any effect on the ghost.

Why is that?

Could it be that the devil was illiterate in front of him?

Otherwise, this is a powerful ghost that is more than 2,000 years old.....

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