...... of pride.

Just when Yan Song was thinking about how he could nip Xu Xian in the bud with the advantage of his foresight, a burst of applause suddenly erupted around him.

If Yan Song's song who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard, and there are still performance ingredients, which may have been prepared in advance, then Xu Xian's two songs with the same root and origin can be guessed that they are improvised.

After all, who would have thought that Yan Song would come to such a song today? Therefore, no one will presciently prepare two poems in advance to slap the face.

What's more..... Two songs!

A slap in the face is enough, right?

Only true. Improvisation, on-site creation, will be whimsical, left and right bow to hit a double cannon, right?

Well, Xu Xian said...... Obviously, you only need one shot, and the reason why there are two big guns is entirely because of the system poetry, buy one and get a big reward, don't do it in vain.

Looking at the group of little turtles around him applauding the little poems they got in exchange for a little bit of awesomeness, Xu Xian unconsciously gave birth to a sense of superiority in IQ.

And this sense of superiority was well understood by Yan Song into pride, as well as ..... Provocation to yourself.

Provocation?

As an old enemy in his previous life (what he thought was his own), what Yan Song couldn't stand the most was the provocation of this bastard who ruined his reputation and was not a ghost.

Therefore, Xu Xian just provoked lightly, and Yan Song couldn't stand it.

A competitive spirit came again.

"Brother Han Wen, really a good poet, he can improvise poems on the spot, and he can do two poems at a time."

Glancing at Xu Xian with a slightly unhappy face, Yan Song turned his head to look out the window.

At this time, night had fallen, a full moon hung high in the sky, Yan Song looked at it for a long time, sighed lightly, and withdrew his gaze.

"Today's moonlight is just right, shining into the atrium, sighing for my brother, composing a lyric, please taste it in Chinese!"

With a competitive mind, Yan Song looked at Xu Xian and said word by word, and after speaking, he didn't care whether Xu Xian should or not, so he read it to himself.

"On the afternoon of the spring court, the moroi is swaying and dancing. Step around the corridor, half-fallen plum blossoms are fragrant. ”

Turning his gaze from the ground to the sky just right, looking at a full moon, Yan Song continued to read out the second half, "Light clouds and mist are always a place for teenagers to have fun." It's not like autumn light, only with the departed person. ”

This poem, whether it is from the ornate rhetoric or from the artistic conception of the poem, is much higher than the previous poem.

Among the many students present, although there are not many who have real talent and real learning, and there are not many who can recite poems correctly, they still have some comprehension and appreciation skills.

Therefore.....

As soon as Yan Song finished reciting a poem, it caused a round of applause.

After reading it, Yan Song glanced at Xu Xian with a little provocation, as if to say: Your lines have been said by me, see what you do.

What to do?

Xu Xian didn't think about what to do, his words were copied, and he didn't know about it, so Xu Xian didn't get the slightest hint of the provocation in Yan Song's demeanor.

So.....

After meeting Yan Song's provocative gaze, Xu Xian did not feel the slightest bit of indignation, leisurely picked up the wine glass on the table, and drank the wine in the cup again.

This thing..... But if you can improve your cultivation, you will waste it if you don't drink it!

Seeing Xu Xian's leisurely appearance, as if he didn't put himself in his eyes at all, Yan Song felt that his temples were bulging, and he was completely angry.

In his opinion, the poems that Xu Xian could come up with when he was in response to the occasion were naturally the best he could make.

Therefore, he snatched Xu Xian's lines, and Xu Xian didn't dare to fight because he didn't have better poems.

And it was obviously cowardly, but Xu Xian still showed a disdainful leisure, which made Yan Song, a person who had been tortured in hatred of Xu Xian for hundreds of years, feel even more angry.

"Brother Hanwen, what do you think of the word brother?"

Feeling that Xu Xian didn't dare to fight, how could Yan Song be willing to let go of his old enemy, and deliberately provoked and asked.

Hearing this, Xu Xian leisurely filled his wine glass, drank it all again, and nodded at Yan Song, "Very good!" ”

Xu Xian felt that there was nothing wrong with his answer at all, you asked how it was, I thought it was good, and I told you that it was good.

As for the deeper insights, get rid of ..... He even got the fame of his children with the help of the system, how can he have such a high appreciation ability?

Is it difficult for him to say something about the poem, what kind of artistic conception is borrowed, and what kind of feelings the poet expresses, so that it can be regarded as a complete word?

Get rid of it, the descendants who wrote these word reviews, you add feelings to the original creator when he was creating, do the original creators know?

However, Xu Xian thought so, but Yan Song didn't think so.

In his mind, this poem was originally written by Xu Xian, and he just took it first by taking advantage of his foresight.

Maybe I don't say it, Xu Xian won't think about this word, but if he takes out the words himself, Xu Xian will definitely have a deep understanding when he listens to it.

And now, a good .....

Yan Song felt that Xu Xian was completely perfunctory.

That's right, Xu Xian, this bastard, has the heart of a villain, and he can't make better poems than him!

Thinking like this, Yan Song looked at Xu Xian's gaze and was even more indignant.

Seeing Xu Xian drinking the wine he had added cup after cup, he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Drink! Drink! Drink you to death! The more you drink, the faster you die!

Scolding in his heart, Yan Song's indignation in his heart was transformed into actual action.

"I have heard for a long time that Brother Hanwen's poetry is unique, today's moonlight is just right, throw bricks and lead jade for my brother, and take out a clumsy work, I don't know what good poems Brother Hanwen has, take it out for everyone to taste and taste?"

Hearing this, the wine glass in Xu Xian's hand paused slightly.

"System, what's going on with this Yan Song, after being reborn, something is wrong with his brain?

Such an obvious provocation of me, is it because I am afraid that I will not find out that he is targeting me, for fear that I will not feel that he has been reborn? ”

Yes, Xu Xian was very puzzled, as the first weighty opponent after he got the system, he was also ready to deal with it.

Outcome......

I've taken off my pants, and you told the two T's who downloaded it for seven days and seven nights, and it's a gourd baby?

"Ahem!"

Hearing his host's complaints, Su Luo couldn't help but blush a little.

Coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, and only after the words were worded did he speak comfortingly.

"As an enemy encountered in the place where the host rises, it is naturally not too difficult to deal with.

A small boss in a novice village, don't be too demanding for the host, right?

It's nice to have an opponent, but what kind of bike do you want..... Right? ”

"Ah~" Xu Xian was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

What bike? Where did the bike come from? Who's going to have a bike? What is a bicycle?

No, that's not the point.

The point is.....

"System, you still haven't said it, how does this Yan Song seem to have become worse after being reborn, I remember that he was quite a smart person before!

Could it be that after being reborn, because of rebirth, the brain will be broken? ”

To be honest, he has been thinking about the future if he accidentally hangs up, he can have a chance to do it again.

However, now it seems that this rebirth is obviously a bit unreliable!

A good living person, after being reborn, turned out to be a fool with a brain disability.

People with normal IQ, while wanting to secretly yin themselves, how can they be so endlessly teasing themselves, so they almost have opinions about themselves and want to harm themselves on their faces.

And.... Are you just squeezing me with 'my poems', are you afraid that I won't find out that you are reborn or what?

Feeling the true thoughts in Xu Xian's heart, listening to Xu Xian's puzzled inquiry, Su Luo was speechless for a while.

"Ahem.... That one..... It's the first time I work, and I'm not skilled in business.

As the business becomes proficient, the probability and degree of accidents in the future will become less and less. ”

Xu Xian was inexplicable when he heard this answer.

looked at Yan Song, who was waiting for him to compose a poem like a mentally retarded person, Xu Xian's mind flashed, and he felt that he had comprehended the answer that the system said-

The meaning that the system wants to express should be that this Yan Song is playing rebirth for the first time, and he is not very proficient, it may be that when he was reborn, he didn't give birth to his brain.

This kind of thing, when you wait for more times and become proficient, the impact will not be so great.

Thinking that he had figured this out, Xu Xian glanced at Yan Song with envy - listening to the meaning of the system, this is still an existence with a reborn physique.

At least that business proficiency shows that there are more than once or two people who can be reborn.

Receiving the envy from Xu Xian's eyes, Yan Song was slightly stunned, feeling that with such a deep city, he couldn't figure out what this envious look meant.

Just when Yan Song felt inexplicable, Xu Xian put down his wine glass, got up and walked to the window.

"Since only the middle brother has a word, how dare the younger brother disobey!"

Standing on the edge of the bed, looking at the moon outside the window, Xu Xian once again called out in his heart the braggart system that he relied on to become awesome.

"System, find a few poems that write about the moon...... The word is out! ”

With Xu Xian's request, the system interface in front of him changed, and what appeared was the name of the word plate about writing the moon that he couldn't see at a glance.

Seeing this, Xu Xian looked confused, and there were so many words to write about the moon.

"System, pick the cheapest!"

I still owe the system a lot of money, and I can't spend it indiscriminately.

And then.....

With Xu Xian's request, he saw it..... A poem that satisfies his requirements and is familiar to him.

How familiar is it? Familiar to.... He'd just listened to it again.

Now.... The truth is revealed.

It turns out that the word that was 'robbed' away is the cheapest song in the system.

"That.... Recommend the first most expensive! ”

After making the request, Xu Xian paced from the window and groaned softly

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world. ”

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

As soon as these words came out, the hall was silent, and even Yan Song, who thought that he had suppressed Xu Xian, was stunned.

This..... It seems that there is no comparison!

However.....

Seeing that everyone was suppressed, Xu Xian's eyes lit up, and he called again, "System, one more song!" ”

Then, in the shocked eyes of everyone, Xu Xian paced again, and threw out another poem as if he didn't want money.

"With a high view, you can see the sky for thousands of miles, and the clouds will not leave a trace. Guilu flew to the place where the light shined, and soaked in the cold for a day. Yuyu Qionglou, come and go by Luan, people are in the cool country. The rivers and mountains are picturesque, and the smoke trees are in the middle of the history. ”

"I was drunk and clapped my hands and sang wildly, raised my arms to invite the moon, and became three guests to the shadow. Dancing and wandering under the wind and dew, I don't know what night it is. If you want to ride the wind and go back, why use riding Pengyi. In the Crystal Palace, the flute was blown off. ”

System prompt......

"T value ++2123 from the Howling Dog!"

"T value from Qin Guan +417!"

"T value from Yan Song +1421!"

"Tweak from Cai Jing +221!"

"From ......"

......

Super!

Super!

It's over!

Watching his arrears be paid off in one day, looking at the awesome value that is still coming in, and looking at the people in the hall who are completely confused, Xu Xian is ecstatic in his heart.

At this moment, he almost believed that he was really awesome!