Chen Le smiled slightly at this moment and glanced at the girl.

The girl was very good-looking, but she didn't pretend to be a color for him, and after shaking his head slightly, his gaze fell on the paper.

From afar, the mountains look like swans, and up close, the flowing water looks like dragons and snakes! Sure enough, God sentence!

Since the old man asked him to continue writing, he was not polite in the face of this kind of limerick poem, there was a pen on the case, he took out a soft hair, and turned the familiar Xuan around.

The old man's handwriting is very good, and it is not at the same level as his poems, but Chen Le boasts that his handwriting is also good, so he wrote directly:

The mountains have never moved, and the flowing water has been rippling for thousands of years!

Embarrassed, embarrassed, Chen Le put down the pen, with a face of shame, this is really a limerick, looking at the mountains like swans from afar, and looking at the flowing water like dragons and snakes up close, this sentence is probably a poet and a poet, and I can't catch any good sentences, right?

The old man's eyes have been staring at his pen, as soon as he put down the pen, the old man's heart is shocked, how can this young man's words be written so well? A look of everyone's demeanor! And this kind of pen style I have never seen before, this teenager is copying whose post to practice calligraphy? With his own erudition, he didn't even see it, could it be that he practiced it himself? How could this be, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old! Although he was good at handwriting when he was his age, he couldn't compare with this boy at all!

"The mountains have never moved, and the flowing water has been rippling for thousands of years!" When the old man saw that Chen Le had finished writing, he directly read out his poems, and then suddenly raised his head, looked at the slightly immature face in front of him, and his heart was turbulent!

How could this teenager pick up such a good sentence? Is this genius? Born an all-rounder?

The bow and arrow are well shot, the handwriting is good, and the poems are well done! And this still makes it impossible to let people his age live?

Seeing the old man's shocked expression, Chen Le suddenly felt ashamed, and almost got up to hide his face and fled!

"Xiaoyou, may I ask the surname Gao?" The old man suddenly felt that he should re-evaluate the value of this young man in his heart.

The old man is a thousand-year-old family, a descendant of the sub-saint, more sensitive to this era, intuition This should be a great world, the golden world, the princes compete, the dragon and the tiger come out, the wind and clouds will meet, in this great world, how many gate valve families will fall, and how many powerful upstarts will be born, once the Great Xu Dynasty loses its social artifact in five hundred years, it will be accompanied by a bloody storm, a reversal of the heavenly stem, even if it is their own family has laid out the chess pieces in advance, But what will be needed most? Or talent!

Without talent, everything is nonsense!

Don't you see, how many times in the history of this continent have been revealed, how many times have the rivers been drawn and ruled, and how many times have almost all the rivers and mountains been beaten down, but in the end, the one who rose up from the pole was defeated for thousands of miles, and the army was defeated like a mountain, why?

Because there is no talent! I can't control the huge world and millions of heroes!

"My name is Chen Le, the word Qingzhi!" Chen Le replied shyly.

"Hmph, Chen Qingzhi, I don't believe that you can make this kind of poem at a young age, it must have been done by your teacher, you secretly wrote it down, and came to coax my grandfather!" The girl in the power suit had a cold face on the side at this time, and she was not angry.

Chen Le looked up at her and thought, is this kind of limerick still made by my teacher? I can write hundreds of songs with my eyes closed!

He smiled and remained silent, silence is the highest state of pretending!

The old man's heart suddenly moved at this time, although he did not agree with his granddaughter's words, but he also hesitated in his heart, yes, a boy who looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, archery is great, calligraphy is good, and he can actually compose poetry, this is indeed a bit shocking, archery, calligraphy or something can not be fake, there is no immersion in time, it is absolutely impossible to have high achievements, but poetry is different, you can't tell whether this thing is true or false!

"Chen Qingzhi, if you have the ability, you can make another poem!" The girl seemed to feel that she had grabbed Chen Le's roots and was pressing.

Make another poem? Chen Le continued to laugh without saying a word, his eyes swept in front of the girl, towering and full, well, well developed, very good!

"Don't you dare? Then admit that you copied the sentence just now! The girl seemed to be pleased with her wit, and said in a coquettish voice.

"Do you want another poem?" Chen Le cleared his throat helplessly: "Rhythmic poetry?" ”

As soon as he said this, the girl was stunned for a moment, and even the graceful old man frowned slightly.

"Chen Qingzhi, do you dare to blow the cowhide bigger!" The girl's face turned red, and she said hatefully: "Rhythmic poetry is something that only ancient sages can do well, and no one in today's world dares to say that they can do a good job of rhythmic poetry, are you mocking my grandfather!" ”

The corners of Chen Le's mouth twitched, he really didn't expect that no one in this world could even do a good job of metrical poetry, but thinking about it, two limerick poems can be shocking, grammatical or something, don't mention it.

He smiled slightly: "It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, and ask my husband to ask the question!" ”

Husband, father-in-law, won't you call Mr. The girl stared at Chen Le, and really wanted to cut off his tongue.

The old man didn't care much about this title, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter what the topic is, and the left and right are not examined, Xiaoyou can write a poem to discuss!" ”

Write a random one? Hmph, if I write a limerick poem, I'll be free to play! Chen Le slowly stood up, looking at the girl with unkind eyes, the girl was immediately frightened by his sharp look and took a step back, and then immediately stepped forward stubbornly: "Chen Qingzhi, you can make a poem with me!" ”

Do you want to do the question? My brother is making limericks!

Chen Le didn't speak, but looked at the big goose mountain, pointed to the green snake water, and slowly groaned in his mouth: "The grass and clear water are even the blue sky, and the hibiscus is beautiful and smiling." After the demon wind is full of red faces, the colorful clouds never return to the moon. Just because there are many splendid things in the world, the skin is painted to hide the soul out of the mountains. Please come and peek into the treasure mirror, and the dreams are all in the charm. ”

"Chen Qingzhi, who are you scolding!" When the girl heard this, she immediately stopped.

Since it is a limerick poem, the language is straightforward and simple, so that people can understand what it means when they hear it, just now the girl asked Chen Le to take her as the title, and Chen Le made a poem about it, even fools know that this is a scolding poem, and scolding people is a monster poem.

Chen Le looked surprised, and hurriedly said: "No, no, since I am in this mountain, I can't help but think of an article describing the wild fox ghosts in the mountains. ”

The girl was almost so angry when she heard this, who was seated in the right number, who was seated in the right number, shameless, stinky embryo, thief!

The old man showed a stunning light on his face on the side: "Xiaoyou said that the title of this poem is called painting skin?" ”

Chen Le hurriedly clenched his fists: "Just get up, don't take it seriously." ”

"Good title, good poem, painting, you misunderstood, the meaning of Qingzhi's poem is not what you think at all, this poem is very profound, you still can't understand it." The old man said earnestly.

Chen Le twitched the corners of his mouth on the side, your granddaughter understands it very thoroughly, it can't be more thorough, this poem is not profound, but what does your old man understand? Why don't I, the author, know that......