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The master and servant of the Zhu family also returned to the room.

Xu Xiaofan was lying on the bed tossing and turning, and his insomnia was not a day or two.

The time difference is thousands of years, and it's really hard to turn around.

He clicked on the ring's interface again, and the contribution value miraculously rose to 10,225 points. It seems that the red list in the county has a good effect. Although he didn't grow at the speed of the Internet, he was satisfied.

If the contribution value is enough, you can draw another prize.

Xu Xiaofan sat up, clicked the lottery button, and the pointer kept turning.

'Ding Dong'

Xu Xiaofan was dumbfounded, I don't know if he stepped on **** luck tonight, and transferred to the 'skill class' that is only one percent in size.

It's awesome, it's a big deal.

He stared at the treasure chest and swayed from side to side on the screen.

A flash of gold.

Nearly blinded his dog's eye. Wori, Tinnyma flash, right? At least ten times more than the prop class.

He rubbed his head and saw a skill book hanging in his inventory.

'Three Hundred Tang Poems - People's Education Edition'

Item introduction: 300 Tang poems, which are the essence of Chinese culture. It includes 33 ancient poems in five words, 46 ancient poems in Yuefu, 28 ancient poems in seven words, 50 poems in seven words, 29 quatrains in five words, and 51 quatrains in seven words. The human education version is more human. Caring for children starts with Tang poems.

Xu Xiaofan's sluggish eyes revealed that he was loveless.

Due to this, skill items are binding.

Without hesitation, he clicked on it, and the book flew from his inventory into his head.

For a moment, he thought that the system was going to kill him, and then a big book was stuffed into his head, and there were sequelae?

"Seafarers talk about Yingzhou, and the smoke is faint and the letter is hard to find......."

Xu Xiaofan unconsciously felt that the words that appeared in his mind were muttering in his mouth, as if he could turn page by page in his mind, and it was so magical that he could go to heaven.

Just when he turned from sadness to joy, the downstairs was noisy, applause and cheers were one after another, and those who didn't know thought they had entered some entertainment station's talk show.

Xu Xiaofan and the master and servant of the Zhu family pushed open the door in unison.

The two glanced at each other, and then at the noisy scene downstairs.

Dozens of empty tables, a bowl of noodles, all of them were filled, and there were a few personable sons in the stands chanting poems.

"The moon is high and the night of Xiao Temple, the Ming Lord believes in heroic martial arts, the stars are frosty and the autumn fields are wide, and it is rare to meet a resting couple."

A young man in white, fair-skinned, thinly dressed, wearing jasper around his waist, holding a fan, proudly recited to the audience.

The spectators pondered for a moment, tasted the charm, and applauded.

"Young Master Lu! Well read! ”

"Sure enough, it's our great talent in Guanghua!"

"Good!"

Of course, there is no shortage of some local female fans.

"Lu Yueting, I love you, just like the moon loves moon cakes."

"Young Master Lu! That's great! ”

"Master Lu, I'm going to give you a monkey!"

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China has been up and down for 5,000 years, and there is more or less a bit of brain-dead powder.........

"What do you think of that child?" Hu Niu asked Zhu Wanting beside her, she liked it very much.

Zhu Wanting has already fallen into a state: "Great...... I'm going to get married...."I felt that I was too frivolous when the words came to my lips, and I paused in the middle of speaking.

Xu Xiaofan stood beside him, heard the conversation clearly, leaned on the guardrail on the second floor, looked at Zhu Wanting's slightly red cheeks, and said with a smile: "Want to get married?" ”

"Phew! Whatever! Zhu Wanting countered: "Others are much more educated than you, I see that you can't read two big characters, right?" ”

Call me illiterate? Although the culture has long been returned to the teacher, the '300 Tang poems' in my mind is simply killing a group of scum in the audience. Xu Xiaofan patted his chest and said, "I tell you, if I go down, they will all be ashamed of themselves!" ”

"Just blow it!" Zhu Wanting glanced at him, and looked at Lu Yueting on the stage with a look.

After a while, a girl resembling a host appeared in the stands.

The girl was dressed in red, with red shoes and a red belly pocket, this is the rhythm of the ghost......

"Thank you Lu Gongzi for your wonderful poems, can you share his talent with us below?" Her voice was extremely penetrating, and it ran through the entire inn, and even the second floor could be heard clearly.

The audience was dumbfounded.

Many young men use fans to cover their faces, and they feel a little ashamed.

When Zhu Wanting heard this, she was just right for Xu Xiaofan, an arrogant guy, so she shouted downstairs: "This, this, this!" The boy said he could make good poems. ”

The spectators in the audience all turned their heads to look, as if there was a spotlight, and they kept staring at Xu Xiaofan.

Another discussion.

"I'm not afraid of losing face."

"Yes, if you dare to compare with our Guanghua talents, it's a dead end."

"It's really illiterate, and newborn calves aren't afraid of tigers?"

"At first glance, it is a foreigner, and I don't know how thick the sky is..."

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A sour smell poured from the first floor to the second floor.

If Xu Xiaofan is stage fright, is he still a man?

Anyway, there are three hundred Tang poems in my head, and choosing one at random should be able to crush the other party. However, what he is afraid of is that his brains are powerful, and he will become a **** in front of his idols.

Worry is worry! If you don't try, how do you know you can't?

Xu Xiaofan stood on the second floor and waved his hand, with a presidential gesture, friends below, you wait and see.

When he walked to the stands on the first floor, in addition to the host and a bit of professionalism, most of the spectators had a subjective consciousness, garbage, music, and a mudslide in the cultural world.

The female iron fan was even more terrifying, and she almost wanted to throw the cup in her hand.

Fortunately, Lu Yueting stepped forward to greet him in time, and only then did the crazy female fan put down the cup in her hand.

"Childe also has an elegant song?"

Elegant? Never....... Xu Xiaofan said modestly: "It's just that I suddenly have a little inspiration, if it's not good, don't laugh." ”

"No, no, no. Our theme tonight is the theme of loneliness, Childe must leave another country? Lu Yueting slowly confided word by word.

It's too long-winded, it's too long-winded..... Xu Xiaofan nodded without much explanation: "I've been away for three or four days." ”

"..........." Lu Yueting thought that he had been away for a few years, suppressed his complaint, and said with the attitude of a handsome son: "Then please give a poem to the son." ”

Xu Xiaofan paced a step on the stage, flipping through the 'Three Hundred Tang Poems' in his mind, searching for lonely verses. Eh, this is not bad, it is still Li Bai's, and he walked two steps very confidently: "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date." Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. I am wandering in the moon, and my dancing shadows are scattered........."

Three steps into a poem, the audience's mouth is so open that they can stuff an orange. Surprised, very surprised, Cao Zhi has become a famous poet in seven steps, and the nameless boy on this stage is simply talented and rich.

After he finished reading, the audience and the Zhu family's master and servant on the second floor were surprised, this is the reincarnation of Wenqu Xing.............