Kong Yingda is also a human spirit who has been cultivating for many years, and when he saw Chen Chufeng's light-hearted appearance, he had a subtle feeling in his heart.

He couldn't help but ask, "Boy, the old man hasn't come to teach you these days, aren't you angry?" ”

Chen Chu waved his hand: "I said that I can be self-taught, so why bother you." ”

Kong Yingda's eyebrows jumped.

He took a deep breath and asked, "What about the bet?" ”

Chen Chu smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, I won." ”

"How is that possible...... Your Majesty asked me to take you to the Taiji Hall tomorrow, he wants to personally test your knowledge, you can deceive the old man, but you can't deceive Your Majesty, right? Kong Yingda stared at Chen Chu and said.

Chen Chu asked, "Lao Kong, what do you think is the right thing to learn poetry?" ”

Kong Yingda explains: "Poetry is a complex science, which needs to be learned from each word, and the rhythm of poetry must be learned......

He said a lot.

Chen Chu interrupted: "Old Kong, you just said that if a person can write poetry, is it considered to have learned?" ”

Kong Yingda knew that Chen Chu had two poems, but he felt that they were all learned by Chen Chu by accident, and he couldn't count them.

So he shook his head: "No, writing a few poems is nothing, at least ten poems are enough......"

"Ten songs? Are you sure? Chen Chu hurriedly asked.

"Of course ......"

Chen Chu turned around and shouted: "Everywhere, pen and ink are waiting!" ”

Cheng Chubi, who was outside the courtyard, ran in and brought paper and pens.

Kong Yingda was stunned for a moment and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

Chen Chu said: "Write poems! ”

Kong Yingda was shocked: "You kid, write poems like this?" Doesn't it take a bath to write a poem, burn incense, meditate for a few days, scrutinize it repeatedly, ponder it repeatedly in your heart, and finally put it to paper? ”

Chen Chu waved his hand, "What you said is an ordinary person, it doesn't apply to me, Lao Kong, you see ......"

Kong Yingda looked down and saw that Chen Chu had already drawn a piece of paper before he could say these two sentences.

Rao is that he has been in contact with Chen Chu for a long time, and he still feels that Chen Chu's words are like ghost paintings.

Wrong!

His eyes widened suddenly.

It's not a ghost drawing.

It's a poem.

He couldn't help but chant out: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, look up at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown......"

Gee.

What a poem!

The language is simple and straightforward.

But the homesickness is vividly expressed.

Kong Yingda looked at Chen Chu in surprise.

This kid......

Can it be exported into poetry?

His mood was beyond shock.

It's incredible.

Chen Chu asked, "Old Kong, how is this poem?" ”

Although Kong Yingda didn't want to admit it, she finally nodded: "Good poetry, good poetry!" ”

Chen Chu pouted.

This is the masterpiece of Brother Shixian Bai.

In later generations, elementary school students memorized the works of rolling melons.

In this era, it is an absolutely dazzling pearl.

As long as you are not a fool, you can see the extraordinary.

Chen Chuxin said: Shixian, Lao Li, Lao Bai, Brother Bai, I'm really sorry, the rivers and lakes are in emergency, use your poems in advance.

Chen Chu said: "Actually, there is another expression in this poem, listen to me tell you, the bright moonlight in front of the bed, huh?" It's frost on the ground......"

Kong Yingda: "......"

Chen Chu said again: "There is another version, the bright moonlight in front of the bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground, a pair of dogs and men, and you are among them!" ”

Burst!

"Hahaha......"

Cheng Chubi next to him was hilarious.

Kong Yingda almost vomited blood.

He had long known Chen Chu's crooked poetry ability, and he had ruined a lot of good poems, but he didn't expect that he would even be crooked in his own poems.

After a long time, Kong Yingda came back to his senses and said unwillingly: "This one doesn't mean anything, maybe it was a ...... you prepared in advance."

Chen Chu smiled slightly.

A big stroke of the pen.

It didn't take long for the second poem to be written.

Kong Yingda took a closer look and exclaimed: "I don't know when I sleep in spring, I hear birds crying everywhere, the sound of wind and rain at night, and how many flowers fall!" ”

Kong Yingda was shocked again.

He looked at Chen Chu like a monster.

This song "Spring Dawn" is completely different from Fang Cai's "Silent Night Thoughts", I can't say who is good, anyway, each has its own merits.

He smacked his lips and said, "Don't tell me, boy, there is another version of this poem." ”

Chen Chule said: "Lao Kong, you are right, there is really one, you listen well, you don't know how much you die in spring sleep, mosquito bites everywhere, slaps at night, I don't know how many people die." ”

"Hahaha......"

Cheng Chubi smirked again.

Kong Yingda was completely convinced.

A poem is not only readily available, but can also have several versions.

Is this still human?

At this time, I saw Chen Chu bow his head and splash ink again.

Immediately, a song "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th" was completed.

Chen Chu didn't stop and continued to write.

And then there is a "Miscellaneous Poem in the Mountains"!

Kong Yingda just finished reading, and as soon as he looked up, he saw that Chen Chu's next poem "Autumn Evening" had been completed again.

Seeing that Chen Chu was about to lift the pen again, Kong Yingda collapsed.

He grabbed Chen Chu's sleeve and shouted: "Boy, don't write it, don't write it, the old man is served, isn't it okay for the old man to take it?" ”

He was afraid that if Chen Chu wrote it again, he would die of excitement.

"Silent Night Thoughts"!

"Spring Dawn"!

"September 9th Memories of Shandong Brothers"!

"Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains"!

"Autumn Evening"!

Kong Yingda looked at these five poems, and it was so messy that it couldn't be done.

He has seen people who are talented and glamorous, and there are not a few.

But those people, maybe a few months, maybe a few years, can produce a good song.

Chen Chu was good, and in less than half an hour, five poems came out.

Each song can be sung through the ages.

Still don't let people live?

He asked curiously: "Boy, these five poems of yours have very different styles and are completely different, do you ...... How did you do that? ”

Chen Chu said indifferently: "I'm not talented, I'll tell you a secret quietly, in fact, I am a combination of poets, Buddhas, poets, ghosts, etc., teach me?" Are you scared? ”

Teach me, are you scared?

In a word, Kong Yingda was asked.

He's messy again.

If he had known that this guy was a madman who wrote poetry, he wouldn't have boasted in front of His Majesty Li Er to teach Chen Chu.

At this moment, Chen Chu suddenly asked loudly, "Lao Kong, are you convinced?" ”

Kong Yingda nodded subconsciously: "Accept, serve." ”

Bite!

"Congratulations to the host for completing the task of defeating Kong Yingda with poetry."

"Task reward: The full book of "Disciple Rules"."

The system sound suddenly sounded.

Chen Chu opened the system and saw that the system's rewards had already appeared.

It is a virtual "Disciple Rules".

He clicked lightly.

Swish.

Chen Chu suddenly had a lot of information in his mind.

He mastered the entire "Disciple Rules".

"Disciple rules, sage training. The first filial piety, the second letter ......"

A sentence was engraved in Chen Chu's mind.

His brain, like a hard drive.

Before he does it, he will definitely scold: This thing is useless!

Can't be used to make money!

I can't let myself marry Li Lizhen as soon as possible.

But now, Chen Chu looked at Kong Yingda with a smile.

Sure enough, Kong Yingda, who was on the side, suddenly said: "Boy, the old man admits that your poetry talent is already the first in the world, and no one can compare, but don't forget, Your Majesty asked me to teach you not only poetry, but also etiquette......"

……