Chapter 10: Unintelligible Poetry

There is a hard pen, it is really much easier to use, Lin Xu wrote hundreds of words directly with a hard pen, although it is slower than writing with a mellow hard pen on the earth, but it is much faster than writing with a brush, although the holy power consumed is 12 points per word, that is, for Lin Xu, it is nothing.

Lin Xu originally had a word limit of more than 280 words left, and after thinking about it, he originally wanted to do a few more poems and five unique songs, and with the punctuation title, it was only a song with more than 20 words, but after thinking about it, he still didn't do it, it was too unkind, so he still continued the style and got two words up.

The first song is still Su Shi's words, it is still a word with rich feelings, and it is still a sad farewell, called "Water Dragon Yin":

It seems to be a flower or a non-flower, and no one regrets to follow the teaching. Leaving home on the road, thinking about it is, ruthless and thoughtful. Haunting and soft intestines, sleepy and delicate eyes, wanting to open and close. Dreams follow the wind for thousands of miles, looking for a place to go, and is still called by the warbler.

I don't hate this flower flying away, I hate the West Garden, and it's hard to embellish the red. The rain has passed, where is the trace, a pool of pings is broken. Spring is three parts, two parts of dust, and one part of water. Looking at it carefully, it is not Yang Hua who dots, but tears.

The second song, but it is Liu Yong's words, is still a parting word, it is "Yulin Bell":

The cicadas are cold, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning. The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Amorous parting since ancient times, it can be even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival! Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to?

Lin Xu originally wanted to write Su Shi's "Nian Nujiao", but when he thought that the names of people and places and historical allusions on it could not be explained, he wrote these two words of parting. It can also echo the previous "Thousands of Miles of Gongchanjuan".

After uploading these, Lin Xu found that there was only a word limit of more than 30 words, and he wanted to write a five-word limit, thinking about it, and finally wrote a poem "Silent Night Thoughts":

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown!

After I finished writing, I actually got a hint, because the number of words in this article is too small to be charged, and the fee requirement is at least five crosses.

Lin Xu was depressed for a moment, and finally said, "Okay, let's use it as a giveaway!" ”

At this time, I got another prompt: "Your word limit is not enough cross, if you are not happy, you can go to the mall 'other classes' to buy the word limit!" ”

Seeing this, Lin Xu rolled his eyes, originally he thought that the word limit was set for the lack of holy power, and it turned out that he had to spend holy coins to buy it. Lin Xu opened the mall and found a place to increase the word limit, but at a glance, Lin Xu couldn't help but scold: "Nima, the limit of one hundred words actually costs one thousand holy coins, and it is not permanent, there is only one day, why don't you grab it?" ”

Lin Xu saw that the permanent increase in the limit of one hundred words actually required 100,000 holy coins, and he immediately abandoned it.

After writing these, Lin Xu went to learn about the relevant knowledge of the holy text, the previous benevolent brother studied for three days of fishing and two days of sprinkling nets, and he didn't learn anything at all, and the only ones who could really put the holy literature into it were Wang Xuewen and Liu Shu, and the other nobles were basically similar to Lin Xu's situation.

When it was time to go to bed at night, Lin Xu suddenly secretly said badly, he remembered the four poems he had sent, if anyone knew that the was himself, why these poems were written by a person like himself who had never left the house, then it would be impossible to explain. I was just a whim at the beginning, but now that I think about it, I really can't explain the past.

However, Lin Xu can only sigh, he has sent it, and now it's too late to say this, anyway, it's a miracle that he can write such poems at his age, when someone asks, he will say that after hearing some stories, he will feel and write them, anyway, now he is recognized as a genius, a genius, he will always do something that ordinary people can't imagine, otherwise how can he be called a genius? Not to mention the rest, I am afraid that no one dares to imagine the achievement of reading 3,000 words by myself! But where are my brother's grades, do you need me to explain?

Thinking of this, Lin Xu said with a smile: "There will be such poems in the future, and you will slowly get used to it!" ”

Thinking like this, Lin Xu really fell asleep with peace of mind.

However, Lin Xu slept, but some people couldn't sleep.

"The actually posted again, and he posted three articles in a row! Check it out! ”

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"If the quality of these three articles is better than the previous one, it must be three peerless articles, so let's take a sneak peek!"

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"Produced by Saoke, it must be a high-quality product, so let's take a look!"

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Originally, many people were ready to go to bed, but when they saw the update article of the sorcerer, they immediately had no sleep at all, and decided to read it first before going to sleep, otherwise they kept thinking about it uncomfortable, so they subscribed one after another.

However, when they opened the article to read, the vast majority of people were dumbfounded: they couldn't understand it!

If the words of the previous "Water Tune Song Head" are still a bit popular, these three articles are a bit obscure, especially the second and third articles, many people saw it in a fog, and they didn't see what it meant for a long time, so they commented one after another:

"Damn, the wording of these two articles is so deep, I can't understand it!"

"Ask for a way to open, I'm completely forced, I don't know if it's because the is too profound, or if I'm too mentally retarded!"

"Which great god is good, explain it to us, we haven't seen such articles at all! However, I feel that these words are very profound! ”

"I can only understand the last one, it seems that after seeing the moonlight, I remembered my home and family in the distance, just a few dozen words, I can actually express these scenes, artistic conception and homesickness to the fullest, this one is probably not inferior to the previous "Water Tune Song Head"! Sure enough, it is produced by Saoke, and it must be a high-quality product! ”

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Almost everyone said that they couldn't understand these two articles, and could only understand the last one slightly.

However, this is also normal, firstly, the sacred text is a sacred thing for them here, and it is not as widely circulated as their ordinary writing, so the use of the sacred text is not as smooth as the mother tongue, and secondly, it is natural that they learn the sacred text according to the translation of the native language, and the language is relatively popular, and where have they seen classical Chinese? Lin Xufa's poems, although not as profound as classical Chinese, are also quite difficult to understand.

At this time, many people saw a message from Nine Swords: "These three articles are the same as the previous article, if you don't understand it, please read it a few more times, and experience its meaning word by word, every word of it is very incisive!" ”

It was also the message of the Nine Swords God, so many people studied the three poems overnight.