You think a word is plagiarism, then I'll write another poem, I don't know if you have any comments?

Chen Linci's confident sentence stunned Shen Qingqiu's question, and he was stunned for a while, and all the beings present were also stunned by Chen Linci's question, in just such a short period of time, being able to write a masterpiece of poetry in the realm of "Wuling" is already considered rare in the ages, Chen Linci even generously said that he wanted more songs, is it possible that he really regards himself as a literary star?

No one present dared to believe that Chen Linci could write another work that was equal to "Wuling" and Shen Qingqiu's "Autumn Ci", but no one dared to believe it anymore, because too many miracles had happened in this young man's life.

Before Chen Linci defeated Shen Haoyuan, who would dare to believe that he could defeat Shen Haoyuan?

Before Chen Linci wrote "Wuling", who dared to believe that he could make the famous Shen Qingqiu bleak in the literary world?

But he did it, this guy named Chen Linci is the best at creating miracles, the best at doing things that others think are impossible for others to see, and just now he wrote a lyric work of the level of "Wuling", so everyone looked at him, in addition to some disbelief, there was also a faint expectation.

Old General Yu coughed dryly, looked at Chen Linci with a smile, and then looked at Shen Qingqiu, and said: "In the admission examination of Starry Night Academy last year, Chen Linci was the top of the martial arts list, but the story of the bottom of the literary list, I have also heard of the old man, so the Shen family kid has this concern, and the old man can also understand it, but if Chen Linci can write another work on the spot that is similar to the realm of "Wuling", I think it will be enough to prove his talent, I don't know what everyone present thinks?"

Old General Yu has spoken, who else in the audience dares to say a bad word? So all the beings echoed one after another, even Zha Tianyou, who had just been defeated in the hands of Shen Qingqiu, Shen Qingqiu smiled awkwardly and said: "The old general is reasonable, if Brother Lin Ci can still write a work with a similar realm, then Qingqiu naturally no longer dares to doubt Brother Lin's talent." ”

"Good. Chen Linci smiled, waved his hand to signal the shopkeeper to serve the pen and ink, and then said with a smile: "The bet on the first word just now is calculated separately, I still have a hundred taels of silver tickets in my sleeve, I don't know if Brother Qingqiu dares to gamble with me again?"

One hundred taels of silver tickets is enough for an ordinary family of three to eat for a few years, this is not a small amount of money, even if it is placed in the upper class, it is enough to attract attention, a small fighting poem, it is already very big to have a difference of dozens of taels, Shen Qingqiu was a little hesitant in his heart, but feeling the eyes of everyone like a pinprick, Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth and no longer hesitated, he believed that Chen Linci could not write such an excellent work anymore, and even if he could write it, he couldn't stand that others would say behind his back that he had lost both the field and the momentum, so he was ruthless and took out a hundred taels of silver tickets from his sleeve, pretending to be light and light, he smiled and said: "Since Brother Linqi has a Yaxing, how can Qingqiu not be accompanied." ”

It's just that everyone can feel how much helplessness is hidden under Shen Qingqiuyun's light and breezy surface.

One hundred taels of silver tickets, plus the forty taels of silver when he was fighting with Shen Qingqiu before, a total of one hundred and forty taels, Chen Linci nodded with satisfaction, thinking that the old Taoist priest still left something for himself, and this one hundred and forty taels was worth all the wine money he supplied to the old Taoist.

Thinking of this, Chen Linci picked up the brush, thought for a while, and began to dye ink and walk among the papers.

All eyes converged, and the classmates near the table also stood up and poked their heads out.

Chen Lin calmed down, and quickly picked up the pen and wrote down the first sentence.

Dye fire maple forest cloth Kyushu.

No one in the audience spoke, and no one had any special reaction, this poem is decent, not mediocre, but there is nothing particularly outstanding, but everyone knows that in general, this kind of seven-character poem, the first sentence is to pave the way for the future, so everyone is holding their breath and waiting for the appearance of the second verse of Chen Linci.

Chen Linci paused slightly, and then wrote down the second sentence.

Kill the sorrow of the world.

This is a bit interesting, a smile appeared on the corner of Zha Tianyou's mouth, others may not have seen the signs, but to the point where he has reached this level, he has roughly guessed what kind of level Chen Linci's next poems can have.

Chen Linci's two small lines of poetry, the spirit is great, the first sentence writes about the unique scenery of autumn maple forest, the red is written as if dyed with fire, and the picture is deeply in everyone's minds, and then the three ordinary words of the cloth Kyushu have risen to an extremely majestic realm. Followed by a sentence of slaughter and slaughter, the artistic conception and feelings brought by the maple leaf forest and the feeling given to people have been further concretized, the autumn slaughter and sorrow, the words are displayed in black and white in the eyes of everyone, and it is another feeling, what kind of realm has this slaughter Xiao Se reached? Chen Linci used the same penmanship as the previous sentence, which boiled down to the worries of heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth are all infected by the sorrow of this piece of fire-stained maple forest, what about these vast and insignificant people between heaven and earth?

Zha Tianyou poked his head curiously, curious about what kind of sentence Chen Linci could write next.

Although he works in articles, he is not without research on poetry and songs, and knows that this kind of seven-character quatrain, no matter what content is written in the first two sentences, and what scenery is written, must ultimately serve the last two sentences.

Sure enough, Chen Linci's third line of poetry was slowly written on paper, and the content was roughly the same as what Zha Tianyou expected.

Constant observation of the sad wind sweeping the leaves.

A frustrated scholar, sitting in front of the steps, looking at the fire-dyed maple forest from a distance, stunned, between heaven and earth, a bleak and murderous intention, the sun sets, the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves and flies to the front of the court. It's a sense of silence.

The protagonist has appeared in the third sentence, so then the final and most important finishing touch, this

Whether a poem can reach a state, the most important thing is to see what shocking quatrain can be written in this last sentence.

Chen Linci stopped his pen and frowned, as if he was thinking about something important, at this point in time, everyone present, including Shen Qingqiu and Zha Tianyou, and even Wang Mozhi, the descendant of the sage of Luling County, were also thinking in their hearts, how to write this last sentence, and they already had some ideas in their hearts, but after putting the sentences they expected in their hearts into the first three small sentences, they all found that they lacked some feelings, and they could not sublimate this poem enough to be comparable to the "Autumn Words" before Shen Qingqiu To the point of comparison, so soon Zha Tianyou, Wang Mozhi and everyone present also frowned like Chen Linci.

Shen Qingqiu's face was not very good-looking, because even if Chen Linci's last poem did not reach the finishing touch, but it was only stable with the previous three small poems, it was enough to prove that there was indeed something in his stomach.

Even if the level of this second poem is not enough to defeat his autumn poetry, as long as it is proved that the previous "Wuling" is indeed from Chen Linci's hand, then he Shen Qingqiu is really defeated.

Chen Linci's brows were a little relaxed, a smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and then he picked up the pen and wrote the last sentence.

Autumn mountains and autumn rain are sad.

......

......

Dye the fire maple forest cloth Kyushu, and kill the world and the world.

The constant view of the sad wind sweeps away the fallen leaves, and the autumn rain in the autumn mountains is sad.

When a poem was completed, Chen Linci dried the ink, then put down the brush and let the shopkeeper lift it.

Wang Mozhi said with emotion: "What a sentence of autumn mountains and autumn rain is sad! I have also thought about it in my heart for a long time, but none of them can reach the level of Senior Brother Chen's sentence, not to mention anything else, based on this sentence alone, I believe that Senior Brother Chen is by no means the kind of inferior act of buying poetry!"

You think a word is plagiarism, then I'll write another poem, I don't know if you have any comments?

Chen Linci's confident sentence stunned Shen Qingqiu's question, and he was stunned for a while, and all the beings present were also stunned by Chen Linci's question, in just such a short period of time, being able to write a masterpiece of poetry in the realm of "Wuling" is already considered rare in the ages, Chen Linci even generously said that he wanted more songs, is it possible that he really regards himself as a literary star?

No one present dared to believe that Chen Linci could write another work that was equal to "Wuling" and Shen Qingqiu's "Autumn Ci", but no one dared to believe it anymore, because too many miracles had happened in this young man's life.

Before Chen Linci defeated Shen Haoyuan, who would dare to believe that he could defeat Shen Haoyuan?

Before Chen Linci wrote "Wuling", who dared to believe that he could make the famous Shen Qingqiu bleak in the literary world?

But he did

arrived, this guy named Chen Linci is the best at creating miracles, the best at doing things that others think are impossible for others to see, and just now he wrote a lyric work of the level of "Wuling", so everyone looked at him, in addition to some disbelief, there was also a faint expectation.

Old General Yu coughed dryly, looked at Chen Linci with a smile, and then looked at Shen Qingqiu, and said: "In the admission examination of Starry Night Academy last year, Chen Linci was the top of the martial arts list, but the story of the bottom of the literary list, I have also heard of the old man, so the Shen family kid has this concern, and the old man can also understand it, but if Chen Linci can write another work on the spot that is similar to the realm of "Wuling", I think it will be enough to prove his talent, I don't know what everyone present thinks?"