Gu Jian Soul and the readers here were all indignant, but there was nothing they could do when they looked at Guo Xiaotian who was arrogant on the stage.

Although he clearly knows what this Guo Xiaotian means, he is just composing poems and composing music, so he can't blame him at all.

And freedom of speech, Guo Xiaotian's words are also right, traditional literature is gradually declining, and emerging literature on the Internet is gradually occupying the entire literary market, which is all on the bright side.

Including such a large group of die-hard readers, what can they do.

But Ye Qiu was angry and laughing, and he was a little embarrassed to watch, what kind of thing is this Nima?

What kind of ghost poem is this?

At best, it was just a limerick poem, and the rhyme was catchy, but Ye Qiu smelled a strong smell of hanging silk between the lines.

Looking at Guo Xiaotian's dislike words on the stage, but the fans below were holding stinky feet, he thought he was hallucinating.

Damn, I'm mentally retarded, although Ye Qiu knows that the cultural background of this world has been modified, but he is not illiterate like this, a limerick poem can give readers a flickering can't find the north, how can I be embarrassed by the love of Chinese literature?

After Guo Xiaotian finished singing the last sentence, Zhitian's finger also waved down instantly, pointing at the audience below and shouting: "Let us abandon tradition, abandon decadence, the future of the literary world is dominated by us!"

"Xiao Guo is too handsome!"

"Is this a declaration of war on traditional literature?"

"Traditions are all preachy, full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, and people who watch are upset!"

"Abandon tradition, we are the new new humanity!"

Gu Jian's soul trembled, and his lips trembled: "Bastard! bastard! Can you abandon tradition? He is committing a crime!"

Ye Qiu looked at the fanatical young man below, and a touch of sadness also appeared in his eyes, young people are the support point for the future of the motherland, and they are the foundation of the motherland, but if these young people are like this, what will the future be like?

Selfish, using violence to solve problems, madness, and lack of righteousness.

Literature has a profound meaning, it is the most important way of cultural inheritance, it contains the author's personal and countless people's spiritual core.

But in a few years, the next generation, the next generation, will see the words like this, so what kind of nation will China become?

Virtuous, arrogant and impetuous?

It's just horrible.

The more Ye Qiu thought about it, the more frightened he became, there was already a cold sweat behind him, since he cultivated the Yi Jin Sutra, Ye Qiu had been invasive from the cold and heat, but this coldness came from his bones, and Ye Qiu couldn't suppress it at all.

What did he have to do?

Ye Qiu's eyes were cold, the little cub pretending to be Lao Tzu today is considered unlucky, and you don't want to see who you are pretending to be forced in front of?

Don't you advocate violence and reject tradition?

Then let you see the traditional poems violent and make you pee your crotch!

"System! Search me for the most murderous poem!"

"Ding-dong!Start searching...... Search complete...... The most murderous poem in China since ancient times is ——, worth 5 million yuan. ”

This poem was written by Qiu Sheng, written at Shandong University in 1995-1996. ”

Although there are some radical points in the article, we can see from it the proud heroic soul of the Chinese nation that has never yielded for 5,000 years! ”

This poem has great aspirations, and if it is in the era of Confucianism and Taoism, the author can use this text to preach the Tao in one step and achieve semi-sainthood. ”

"Friendly reminder, this poem may attract the Chinese dragon qi, I hope the host should be cautious. ”

Ye Qiu was shocked when he heard the system comment, and almost scared him to pee first, this system evaluation is simply too high.

A poem proves that it is simply not too hanging!

Moreover, this poem can actually attract the dragon qi of Huaxia, and the system also specially prompts that it shows that in the current era of Confucianism and Taoism, this poem is also extraordinary.

Immediately, Ye Qiu looked at this poem, and at a glance, Ye Qiu's hair exploded, like a frightened cat.

Looking at it, it seems that there is an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, rising and falling in the sky, shouting and killing, among which Ye Qiu's brain, who is murderous, is a little painful.

Ye Qiu only felt that his heart was full of pride, and he wanted to shake the sky and roar, if he had a knife and gun in his hand, he couldn't wait to kill him immediately.

But after all, Ye Qiu had already ascended to the realm of earth immortals, and his heart was far firmer than ordinary people, and the moment the hallucination appeared when his blood was churning, Ye Qiu hurriedly suppressed it, lest he would hurt everyone in this cultural square.

But everyone seemed to hear it, and there was a loud thunderclap, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and everyone jumped.

"Hey, what's the thunder in the blue sky and white day?"

"It's evil!"

"I'm scared to death, why is this thief still angry, isn't it like letting Xiao Guo behead you!"

"Step on the sky!"

"Step on the sky!"

"Step on the sky!"

The brain-dead fans at the bottom instantly thought of a strange conclusion, and then they all cheered loudly for Guo Xiaotian, and the waves became more and more, and finally they all converged into one sentence.

Guo Xiaotian himself was also pale under his face, indeed he should also be weak-hearted, this raised his hand to scold the sky, and he had to step on the way of heaven, after singing, he was overturned, Nima came to blow up a thunder, and he was afraid of anyone.

Everyone didn't know why the sky was thunderbolting, but Lu Tianping's legs were a little weak, although his cultivation was not high, only the day after tomorrow sevenfold, but it didn't mean that he didn't understand.

What the hell is thunder? This is clearly the sound of the master's blood rushing, and who else can there be a master present?

Lu Tianping looked at Ye Qiu's eyes a little evasively, and he didn't dare to look directly.

It's so brutal!

He had thought wrong before, he had always thought that Ye Qiu could make friends with the old sword god because Ye Qiu was worth a lot of money and had many means, but where did he think that Ye Qiu's blood and blood would be able to have such momentum!

This must be at least the peak of the late congenital stage, impossible, this person is only in his twenties!

Guo Xiaotian's mental quality is not bad, although he was frightened just now, he quickly recovered, listening to the constant shouts of the fans below, he was also immediately excited, and he wanted to continue to drive the atmosphere.

But the next moment, a low, hoarse and mocking voice suddenly sounded.

"Young people, don't be too arrogant, haven't you heard of pretending to be forced to be struck by lightning?"

The voices of the audience were suddenly stagnant.

Guo Xiaotian is blinded!

Guo Xiaotian's readership and fan base are also blinded!

Because this sound came from the stereo, and the microphone here was only in Guo Xiaotian's own hands, it meant that the sound did not come from the stereo on this stage.

Guo Xiaotian immediately reacted, he was not the only one who held the signing meeting in Jinghua Square today, there was also a traditional martial arts writer!

Guo Xiaotian turned his head directly to look at the corner of Jinghua Plaza, and all of Guo Xiaotian's readers and fans also followed the eyes of their idols.