Originally, the nosebleeds after stuffing the thatch into the nostrils improved, but Ye Liancheng, who was concentrating on writing poems, didn't notice that his brain would be overloaded if he didn't write down a word, and in the end, the thatch couldn't resist the nosebleeds that were about to gush out.

The moment the poem was written, nosebleeds and thatched paper squirting were inevitable, and the dizzy Ye Liancheng had no time to react, he could only watch them fall on top of his masterpiece.

When he reacts, if it weren't for the dead of night, Ye Liancheng would definitely let out an exclamation, no, if the nosebleed falls on it, wouldn't what he had managed to write be equivalent to ruining/

Ye Liancheng, whose spiritual power was hollowed out, held the wooden chair behind him with one hand to keep himself from falling, and the other hand reached out to the desk, wanting to remove the filthy things from the rice paper.

Finally, when his trembling hand was about to touch the rice paper, the rice paper with "Silent Night Thoughts" actually emitted a burst of dazzling golden light, except for Ye Liancheng, the weight that pressed the rice paper was bounced away, along with the nosebleed and thatch paper sprinkled on it.

Then, with a "squeak", the desk made of fine solid wood actually cracked a crack, spreading from the top to the corner of the table, as if something heavy was pressing on it, and the desk that was carefully selected was about to crack in the blink of an eye.

The golden light came and went quickly, and Ye Liancheng, who gradually saw the things in front of him, was a little dazed at first, and then happily stepped forward to hold the rice paper, and only after the ink was completely dried did Ye Liancheng appreciate it with satisfaction.

It is worthy of the poem of the poet fairy Li Taibai, this "Silent Night Thoughts" can be said to be a representative work of homesick poetry, and it is strange that you will not get talent into the body.

The moment the golden light lit up, majestic talents poured out between heaven and earth, and these talents were absorbed into the body by Ye Liancheng from the pores of his body like a whale swallowing water, and then gathered in the poetic gall.

According to the records of the Confucian cultivation system in my mind, when the literary courage and poetic courage absorb the talent, they will gradually grow until they reach the limit of their physical strength, and then they will be like the demon pill of a demon beast, no longer distinguishing between size, but distinguishing from the lines that are born immediately after it.

However, his own poetry the size of a grain of rice did not grow, but became more rounded, as if the last piece of the puzzle was extremely large, no longer lacking anything, silently exuding a warm light in Ye Liancheng's heart, like a piece of good jade.

Ye Liancheng, who saw this scene, almost cried excitedly, don't say it, the tears can't be stopped.

I never thought that I could have a villain today, and I could actually have the best poetry that only the protagonist is equipped with, that is, the legendary perfect poetry, except for Ye Liancheng, no one can have such a high-quality poetry.

At this moment, Ye Liancheng, who was gradually recovering, only felt that all the hardships and tiredness were worth it, if he couldn't trap the protagonist, who would want to be a villain.

Ye Liancheng, who was satisfied, rolled up the rice paper and put it into the space ring, and then lay on the bed, smiling as cheerfully as a child, but in order not to disturb the people who were resting at night, it was a silent laugh.

The gentleman's words are difficult to chase, and a word of talent is worth a thousand gold, this sentence is not for fun, the poem written by Ye Liancheng has been recognized by the Confucian sage, and at the same time, the words on this rice paper weigh a thousand gold, if it were not for the genuine material of the desk, I am afraid that it would have been crushed by tens of thousands of pounds of rice paper.

Hey, thinking of this, Ye Liancheng took a breath of cold air, and a carp bounced up from the bed, and then hurriedly walked to the desk and began to rub the crack on it with both hands.

How should this be good, if my second uncle knows about it, it would be strange if I didn't pull my ears to teach myself. Ye Liancheng was distressed for a while, scratched his ears and cheeks and thought for a while, but he was still ready to go out early tomorrow morning and go to the city to find out if there was such a desk.

The scene of Ye Qingshan opening the Loess River with one punch is still vivid, and Ye Liancheng doesn't want that fist to fall on his head.

After being overjoyed, Ye Liancheng gradually calmed down, and the month when Tieshi trained him not only taught him knife and boxing techniques, but also allowed Ye Liancheng to quickly maintain a normal heart. Don't like things and don't feel sorry for yourself, although you can't reach such a state, you still quickly calm down your state of mind.

Now that he has the courage to write his first poem, he has made a good start. But I must not be complacent, and continue to talk about the poems of my previous life to carry them over, otherwise, even if I have nine lives, it will not be enough for me to die at that time.

It is now certain that the Confucian powers responsible for censoring poetry are not as ruthless as the Heavenly Dao, and they will be noticed if they act abnormally.

Ye Liancheng, who had made up his mind, decided that he must not show off his poetry and literary talents at will in the future, and only after getting the right time, place and people, can he carry the poems of his previous life.

It's just that this kind of opportunity is hard to come by, just like the poem I just made, with the right time, place and people. I want to wait until next time, but I don't know if it's the Year of the Monkey.

Another way is that Ye Liancheng composes poems by himself, don't look at him as a literature student, if he is really asked to compose poems, most of the poems he writes will be the same as the absurd warlord Zhang Zongchang, cough cough is the song "Song of the Great Wind", even if he is here, Ye Liancheng still can't forget it for a long time.

"Song of the Great Wind"

The cannon is blazing with his mother,

Weijia Hai returned to his hometown.

Zhang Zongchang, a number of heroes,

Ande giant whale swallows Fuso. ”

cough cough, I don't want to say whether this poem is right or not, anyway, Ye Liancheng thinks that this poem is easy to understand, and it is really a lower riba person, which is admirable and admirable.

After returning to the bed with a smile on his face, Ye Liancheng could clearly sense that the Haoran Qi in his body was slowly growing.

Talent is the foundation of everything, and Haoran Qi is an accessory of talent, which can be used to cultivate some Confucian magic spells, or it can be directly released outside the body, so that those ghosts dare not get close.

With Chi Lian and Hongying by his side, Ye Liancheng took these Haoran Qi back without thinking about it, and it was not too late to release it when he needed it. Even if you don't have these concerns, you are not a Confucian monk, but you have a heroic aura around you, and you will inevitably be suspicious of others, and prudence is the best choice...