Chapter Forty-Three: The First Law of the Ages, Ascend!

Ning Fengzhi didn't recognize Lu Han, and then glanced at Hu Liena, feeling something.

Hu Liena also glanced at Ning Fengzhi and found that this person's temperament was extraordinary, he was middle-aged, but he was still as rich as jade, full of beautiful manly demeanor.

It seems that Hu Liena's suspicious eyes should not recognize the two bigwigs of the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect.

After all, many people only knew the names of Sect Master Ning and Sword Douluo, but they had never seen their deity.

Ning Fengzhi was very polite, and was about to introduce himself: "Here is the owner of this Yanyu Building, and my name is Ning ......."

"Sect Master Ning! Your name is so good that you don't need to introduce it yourself. There is also Sword Douluo's predecessors, the kid has admired the name for a long time, and he will be fortunate to meet him. Lu Han said with a light smile, taking the opportunity to pretend to be a force.

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo were all stunned, especially Hu Liena, who really couldn't see through this little junior brother beside her, which made her feel more and more unfathomable.

The most incredible thing is why the pillars of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect appeared in such a small place as Meghair City?

Out of sensitivity to different forces, Hu Liena had to be wary of these two people.

Sword Douluo originally had his eyes closed, and he was indifferent to everything, but after hearing someone mention his name, he couldn't help but look sideways at the kid in front of him.

Soul Sect?

It shouldn't be!

Looking at his natural aura, it doesn't look like a little soul sect can have.

Compared to the level of soul power that Sword Douluo valued, Ning Fengzhi was more interested in Lu Han's poetic talent, and he smiled: "Hahaha I'm ashamed, this is the Danqing Roll of Yanyu Building, you take it." ”

Ning Fengzhi handed Lu Han a scroll shaped like a bamboo slip, which was extremely delicately decorated.

Lu Han spread it out and took a look, and there were only four lines of delicate hairpins in the blank corner, which were written the poems he left on the lady's picture.

In an instant, Sword Douluo's eyes froze, and the words "Lu Renjia" were engraved on the place where the Danqing scroll was signed.

Lu Han realized that the original Danqing scroll was used to accumulate original literary works, of course, only after the appreciation and passage of the Yanyu Building can the masterpieces be engraved.

If Lu Han moved over the 300 Tang poems and even the quatrains of the 5,000-year-old Chinese people, wouldn't he become the number one scholar in the Douluo Continent?

In addition, Lu Han is also known as a small Chinese song library, humming two melodic tunes casually, why can't he capture the heart of a beautiful girl?

Lu Han decided, after he reached the level of Title Douluo, he would hold a solo concert in the most awesome place in the Wuhun Palace, and if anyone dared to say something unpleasant, he would be suppressed directly!

"Ahem, Sect Master Ning, I'm just a bastard boy in the market, you can't be so polite to me, if you have anything to say, just say it." Lu Han said with a sprinkled voice.

In other words, a year ago, if he saw a big man of this level, he would definitely not dare to breathe with respect.

But now it's different, he has the Fog Concealment Technique in his hand, even if he can't beat it, it's still no problem to escape.

So he wasn't afraid of offending anyone, so he ran to a retreat where no one was around, and then came back to beat him back one by one after brushing up on the junior high school questions.

Upgrading has never been a big difficulty for Lu Han!

Ning Fengzhi rarely saw a young man with such a stable mentality, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of appreciation for Lu Han. It's a pity that this person is with the Holy Maiden of the Wuhun Palace, and he must also be a member of the Wuhun Palace.

"Well, Ning Mou will be blunt. Ning was shocked after reading Brother Lu's poems, and I really want to hear your annotation of 'A pear blossom brings rain in spring'. ”

Hearing this, Lu Han didn't smile.

This sentence is from the poem Demon Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred", of course, it is a good sentence, and of course it will not be difficult for him to annotate.

"I use pear blossoms to describe the moist and feminine appearance of ladies, and 'spring with rain' can be regarded as 'beautiful tears', so it is connected into a sentence, which just constitutes this artistic conception."

Lu Han said with words, fortunately, there are also flowers like pear blossoms on the Douluo Continent, so that they will not overturn on the spot.

"What a pear blossom with rain, it's really beautiful, Brother Lu is really amorous."

Ning Fengzhi was full of praise for this, how long has it been since he encountered such a beautiful sentence, it is simply an endless aftertaste.

Belch......

Lu Han was a little weak-hearted, he stole the poems of the old man of the poet demon, and he was really ashamed to receive this praise.

However, this feeling of being appreciated is quite impressive.

"Since Sect Master Ning likes poetry, I also have a seven-character poem here, which I can write for you to go back and ponder." Lu Han said with ulterior motives.

The Seven Treasure Glaze Sect was a first-class power in the Douluo Continent, and it would naturally be a good thing if he could climb a high branch like Ning Fengzhi, so he wanted to curry favor with a super awesome poem.

Ning Fengzhi was very happy, and hurriedly ordered: "Bring a pen!" Then Deacon White handed in the pen, ink, and paper from outside the screen.

Lu Han asked Hu Liena to erect a paper post for him, and immediately wrote fifty-six scribbled characters on the paper two minutes later.

Ning Fengzhi looked at what Lu Han wrote word by word, and the more he got to the end, the more brilliant it became, until the last word "cup" fell, he couldn't help but praise it.

"Good poetry! Ning boasted of being rich in five cars, reading ancient poems and singing, and had never seen such a majestic and long-lasting masterpiece. ”

This poem is not only just right in terms of rhythm and rhyme, but also has a battle in eight verses, and it is also sonorous and subdued, and the words are somber and powerful;

On this basis, it is extremely rare to be able to write the sadness of the autumn scene as if it were in the realm!

Ning Fengzhi was stunned, he was afraid that he might not be able to thoroughly understand this poem for ten years, and the high artistic conception can be described as: "In one article, every sentence is lawful, and in one sentence, every word is law"!

Even Sword Douluo, who was not good at writing, was moved, this seemingly bland word could actually resonate with his Ling Tian Sword Intent, it was incredible.

What did Lu Han write?

It is the eternal swan song praised as "the first of the seven laws" by the poetry circle of later generations - "Ascending", which is from the hand of the poet Du Fu Du and is a classic that primary and secondary school students must memorize.

Although Lu Han didn't go to middle school, he was fortunate to see this poem used by the protagonist to pretend to be forced in the hit drama "Celebrating More Than Years", so he stole it.

The full poem is as follows:

The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back.

The boundless falling trees are falling, and the Yangtze River is rolling.

He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years.

Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass.

Ning Fengzhi held the calligraphy, obviously stupid, in fact, Lu Han didn't know how to appreciate ancient poems, but he knew that this poem would definitely be able to amaze the four.

Clearly, his purpose was achieved.

According to his understanding of Ning Fengzhi, Ning Fengzhi should throw an olive branch to him next.

Or give him a verbal promise or something, in short, it must be indispensable for his benefits.

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