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Qi Qi looked at Liu Qing, but in his eyes, there was no longer contempt. They were all literati, and when they heard Liu Qing's poem about the farewell of the ancient grass, which is often said in elementary school, they were shocked by this poem alone.

The first sentence is to break the three words "ancient grass". What a lush plain grass, grasping the characteristics of the vigorous vitality of the "spring grass", it can be said that it is detached from the "spring grass is growing" without a trace, which opens up a good idea for the later article.

"Wildfires can't be burned, but the spring breeze blows and grows again." This is the development of the word "withering", from a concept to an image of the picture. The characteristic of the ancient grass is that it has tenacious vitality, it is inexhaustible, as long as there is a little root remaining, it will be greener and longer in the next year, and soon spread to the wilderness.

The poem grasps this characteristic, not saying "cutting and hoeing endlessly", but writing "wildfire burns endlessly", which creates a magnificent artistic conception. The wildfire burned the plains, the flames were terrifying, and in an instant, large areas of dead grass were burned to the ground. And the emphasis on the power of destruction, the pain of destruction, is to emphasize the power of regeneration, the joy of regeneration.

That's the power of regeneration

This poem can be completely a medicinal poem

Medicine poems

This is their classification of this kind of poetry, in addition to war poems and medicine poems, in fact, there are auxiliary poems, special poems, under the four categories, there are naturally small categories, but this kind of category is planned by some people in private, and it is not known to the public, so it is not mentioned.

For example, the grass that Liu Qing just read out can't actually be regarded as a medicinal poem, but it can also be regarded as a medicinal poem, because this poem brings the dead grass back to life, which is definitely the effect of a medicinal poem.

Medicine poems, as the name suggests, are like medicines, which can be treated and revive the grass, which is definitely the strength to destroy the withering and decaying, but the reason why it is not divided into medicine poems is because this poem has gone beyond the category of medicine poems.

Medicine poems, naturally, do not have the ability to restore a big pit to its original state, even if they know, the most powerful medicine poems definitely do not have this ability.

So.

The only explanation, perhaps, is that the poem is a special poem

Special poems, according to the literal interpretation, are special poems, this kind of poems, with the characteristics that the previous three poems do not have, it can also be said that many kinds of poems that cannot be explained by the effect, that is, special poems

The effect of this kind of poem just now can also be planned into the special poem.

Liu Qing saw that everyone had been looking at him, and he scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "What are you all looking at me like this, in fact, this kind of poem, that is, only children write, is it so exaggerated." ”

When he said that children write it, he naturally does not mean that when the author wrote this poem, he was still a child, but he just said that in the current society, this poem, that is, the poem recited by first-grade children, well, if you say this, it seems that they are too pitiful.

Then I learned it in the second grade.

"Kids"

"Written by a child"

"It's impossible, such poems are only written by children"

"Impossible, how could such a thing happen, I don't believe it, I don't believe what he said, it's definitely a saint who would write this kind of poetry."

Yu Zizheng was already ready to make a move, and also reminded Liu Qing to pay attention, but he didn't expect Liu Qing to jump out of this sentence, which made him stunned.

He naturally didn't believe what Liu Qing said, thinking that he must have wanted to bully them when he said this, so he said coldly: "Don't say much, please"

Liu Qing saw that Yu Zi was about to make a move, and suddenly stretched out his right hand, "Wait"

"What's wrong?" Yu Zizheng raised his eyebrows.

"Let me ask, if I can't defend myself, will I die" Liu Qing must determine this question, who knows if the poems he said next can have this kind of magical power.

Yu Zizheng said coldly: "The sword has no eyes, naturally there will be such consequences, and if I make a move, I will definitely not show mercy." ”

If he loses again, then even if Liu Qing really wins, there are forty-nine of them, and they fight with Liu Qing alone, and they have never won against each other, this kind of thing, if it spreads to future generations in the future, wouldn't it be a joke.

"Then I'll try it first," Liu Qing asked weakly.

"Nope."

"Then tell me how I can defeat you."

Yu Zizheng looked at Liu Qing with a cold face.

Liu Qing sighed.

All right.

He knew that even if he said anything, he couldn't shake the other party's determination to make a move, obviously, the other party didn't want him to be able to break through, or rather, martial artists were all competitive, how could the other party let himself win.

"Please" Yu Zizheng once again surrendered.

"Slow"

"What are you going to do" Yu Zizheng was angry, this guy has so much nonsense in the competition, I really thought that he didn't dare to do it.

"Are we really going to fight here?" asked Liu Qing.

A trace of confusion flashed in Yu Zizheng's eyes, as if he didn't understand why Liu Qing would say such a thing.

Liu Qing sighed: "Actually, I just want to ask about the power of poetry, you know, people like me, it's okay not to make a move, once I make a move, then I don't even know my mother, that power, that's called a landslide and the ground cracks, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, ordinary people can't bear it."

"You can rest assured." Yu Zizheng waved his hand impatiently, he really felt that Liu Qing was a worrying person, "There is a barrier I set up here, so naturally it will not affect others." ”

"But what if I break the barrier." Liu Qing blinked, pretending to be very cute and looking at Yu Zizheng.

"You're Enough"

Yu Zizheng said angrily.

"What I said is true." Liu Qing sighed, he had already thought of a poem, he felt that if this poem was made, it would definitely be a powerful poem, and as for whether it would hurt the innocent, he really felt immeasurable.

The poetry of ancient times, in terms of momentum, is too weak.

If I do it, I really don't know what will happen, and even I feel terrible to think about it.

Yu Zizheng said impatiently: "Don't think that if you make this poem similar to a special poem, how powerful it is, on the battlefield, if you can't write a war poem, it will be useless."

"Nonsense, didn't you see that I just brought Xiaocao back to life, even if there are white bones here, I can definitely let him have white bones and raw flesh." Liu Qing said.

"You're enough" Yu Zizheng glared at Liu Qing angrily, "Whether you fight or not, if you don't fight, then you will be sentenced to lose." ”

"Fight, why don't you fight." Liu Qing said with a smile.

"Then let's get started." Yu Zizheng couldn't help but say, with a wave of his right hand, two brushes appeared, one brush fell into his hand, and the other brush flew towards Liu Qing.

Liu Qing grabbed it lightly, and he grabbed the brush.

Yu Zizheng didn't want to talk nonsense with Liu Qing at all, nor did he want to explain to Liu Qing how this brush was used, so he picked up the brush and began to write in mid-air.

"Wind and rain from the dragon and clouds from the tiger"

When the first sentence was written, the sky around him suddenly changed color.

The brush in his hand had already turned golden when the first word came out. Above the sky overhead, Haoran righteousness descended, making Yu Zizheng seem to be bathed in the rain of Haoran righteousness.

When the forty-eight people saw Yu Zizheng writing this sentence, their faces had different expressions.

Some people also secretly looked at Liu Qing, and there was a trace of regret in their eyes, as if they felt that Liu Qing was dead.

Liu Qing naturally felt the gaze of other people, and also captured this trace of look, in fact, even if he didn't look at other people's eyes, he could know from this momentum that this war poem was definitely not an ordinary war poem.

When the second sentence appeared, behind Yu Zizheng, there was already a golden dragon and a white tiger, the dragon soared in the blue sky, the tiger jumped in the sea of clouds, two divine beasts, each with a body length of seven or eight meters, Rao is standing behind, and it is also a feeling of looking down on the world.

When the third sentence is written.

The wind suddenly stopped.

The rain also stopped.

Everything seems to have fallen silent.

The white tiger roared, the golden dragon roared, and hovered in the sky one after another, and the next moment, a figure appeared on the back of the golden dragon, and the white tiger bowed his head and roared, I don't know if it was because of fear or unwillingness, in an instant, the huge white tiger turned into countless small tigers.

On the back of each white tiger, there is also a masked man on horseback.

Airspace.

A large banner appeared with the word Yu written on it

Such a formation is completely like an army

master

Such a person, even in ancient times, was definitely a master, and I believe that this poem of his is definitely a poem that can be used as a husband.

The two of them scolded in the distance, as if they didn't expect that the other party would use this kind of poetry for a junior, if they didn't beat each other, they would probably have to pull down Zizheng and beat their butts.

"This stinky shameless one, in this case, you will lose."

"It's not just a loss, it's just going to make people die here."

"Vicious"

"Vicious"

Outside the sky and outsiders couldn't stand it anymore, and fell from the tree, their faces full of anger, but it didn't help.

But Liu Qing didn't have any panic, he looked at the scene in front of him, and in his eyes, there was only excitement, and the excitement that emerged from his blood made his blood boil.

He was holding a brush in his right hand, and suddenly he wrote the first word, but when the first word appeared, there was nothing unusual.

Such a scene made the two of them even more disappointed.

And the other forty-eight people also shook their heads, knowing that this time, Liu Qing was indeed going to lose, not only to lose, but also to lose their lives.

But Liu Qing was not afraid at all, and continued to write, even the muscles of his whole body were trembling.

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