"A song "Water Tune Song Head", a song "Nian Nujiao", I don't know if it can still enter the eyes of the middle brother?"

Turning around, his eyes scanned the audience, Xu Xian looked indifferent, and asked Yan Song, who was confused.

Yan Song: "......" MMP, this is not true! Obviously, these are poems that have not appeared in the previous life, how did this Xu Xian come out?

Obviously, his poems were snatched by me, obviously I should be in the limelight, and he was trampled on for nothing.

Why? Why is he now able to make better poetry?

I am a reborn person, and I, Yan Song, came back this time to become a saint and an ancestor, to make up for the regrets of the past one by one, and to trample all the enemies under my feet.

Why.... Will it look like this?

Could it be that if you are reborn once, you are also destined to become Xu Xian's foil?

Yan Song didn't believe it, he didn't believe that fate would be so unfair to him.

Fate gave him a chance to do it again, could it be that he would do it all over again and re-experience the feeling of being stepped on again?

Thinking of this, Yan Song's eyes were a little red.

Seeing that Xu Xian returned to his seat and poured himself a drink again, Yan Song estimated in his heart that the time was not too much off.

After a while, his soul, his old enemy, will completely dissipate in time, and everything he has will belong to him from now on.

Thinking about it, Yan Song's heart became more and more urgent.

Say nothing without regrets, he Yan Song has just been reborn, and in the face of the first enemy, he can't step on the other party openly.

With such a rebirth, what else can we talk about?

"The Chinese sentence 'I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together', can be said to write all the worries in the world, but it is a pity that being a brother is not as open-minded as Chinese.

Hearing a song in Hanwen "Water Tune Song Head", I couldn't help but arouse my brother's thoughts, think of my sweetheart, and couldn't help but compose a lyric, and wanted to ask Hanwen to continue to taste. ”

After speaking, Yan Song didn't care about Xu Xian's response, and read the poem again.

"On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit like day, the moon was on the willow tops, and people were about after dusk."

As soon as the four sentences came out, many people in the hall couldn't help but hold their breath.

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk?

It's beautiful!

While holding his breath, a pair of eyes looked at Yan Song in unison, waiting for him to see the follow-up, although these four sentences are beautiful, people with a little knowledge can hear it, this poem is not written in its entirety.

And then......

"On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and stars are still ......"

Hey? The people who looked at Yan Song couldn't help but be stunned, this ..... Yan Song hasn't opened his mouth yet, so where did this voice come from?

Wait....... Wait a minute......

Feeling that this voice was somewhat familiar, he subconsciously turned his gaze to Xu Xian.

Then, I saw Xu Xian's lips move slightly, and he spit out the remaining two sentences in his mouth, "I didn't see last year's people, and my tears filled the sleeves of my spring shirt." ”

"Bullish value from the Howling Dog....."

"From ......"

After chanting, Xu Xian turned his head to look at Yan Song.

"But the first half of your poem coincides with a poem that the younger brother wrote during the Japanese Festival a few days ago.

The little brother couldn't hold back the itch for a while, and read out the second half of his clumsiness, and made an ugly offer! It's ugly!

But brother, please continue your performance! ”

Xu Xian's face was smiling, but in Yan Song's eyes, it was like a devil, full of banter.

On the first night...... ..... on the first night Why are you so stupid? Why didn't I think that this poem should obviously be done on the first night?

How could I be stupid enough to take out this poem?

Myself..... It didn't seem so stupid before!

Yan Song wanted to give himself two big mouths and wanted to pretend to be a fool, but he didn't expect to pretend to be a fool.

This..... It's embarrassing!

Just when Yan Song was embarrassed, Xu Xian stood up.

"But is the middle brother blaming the younger brother for interrupting your train of thought?

The little brother didn't hold back for a while, I'm really sorry, in order to express my apologies to Brother Wei, the little brother also has some poems here to write some poems, just with Brother Wei's song under the moon willow head to meet the scene, just take it out to offer ugliness, make everyone laugh! ”

Walking up to Yan Song, Xu Xian was humble and polite.

And then......

The small characters on the red note say that the business is flat, the wild goose is in the cloud, the fish is in the water, and it is difficult to send this feeling.

The slanting sun leans on the west building alone, the distant mountain is just against the curtain hook, the human face does not know where, and the green wave is still flowing eastward.

This song is a sentimental thought, but what does the middle brother think? ”

Yan Song: "I haven't heard of ......"!

"From ......"

"Where is the eternal night gone...... Change my heart, for your heart, I know each other deeply. ”

Xu Xian: "But brother, what do you think?" ”

Yan Song: "......" I haven't heard of it again.

"From ....."

“...... The sky is not old, the love is inexorable, the heart is like a double spider web, and there are thousands of knots. The night has passed, and the east window has not been white. ”

Xu Xian: "But brother, what do you think?" ”

Yan Song: "......" MMP!

"From ......"

“...... After parting, I remembered to meet, and I dreamed of ...... same with you a few times"

Xu Xian: "But the middle brother? ”

Yan Song: "......, please continue your performance."

"From ......"

“...... Exquisite dice An red beans, if you don't know lovesickness. ”

Xu Xian: "..... But the middle brother? ”

Yan Song: ".....", read it, the more you read, the better, anyway, these.... It's going to be mine.

Yan Song can be regarded as thinking about it, anyway, when he takes it away, everything Xu Xian is his own, and the more ruthless he pretends to be now, the greater the benefit to himself.

I was stupid before I thought about it, I obviously wanted to take away Xu Xian, and I even thought about suppressing Xu Xian in terms of talent.

If you really suppress it, when you become Xu Xian, won't you be treated as a laughing stock?

"I am the Jade Emperor."

"You've been beaten by monkeys!"

"I am the master of the Three Realms!"

"You've been beaten by monkeys!"

"One sneeze can kill you 100,000 times!"

"You've been beaten by monkeys!"

Thinking of a conversation between Xu Xian and the Jade Emperor back then, Yan Song suddenly felt that his previous behavior was really stupid.

If you really let yourself play just now, and when you become an ancestor in the future, wouldn't you have a black history?

"I am a Wendao sage."

"You have been stepped on by Yan Song!"

"I am the Fifth Ancestor of the Daomen!"

"You have been stepped on by Yan Song!"

Rub, although he is Yan Song, he will still look bad on his face!

Thinking about this, Yan Song was no longer angry, nor was he uncomfortable, watching Xu Xian throw out one poem after another, his heart was full of joy.

It's mine! It's mine! These are mine!

"If you don't fall asick in your life, you will be lovesick, and you will be lovesick......"

Xu Xian: "But the middle brother? ”

You will be prompted to continue swiping.

"From the ...... of the Howling Dog"

Yan Song: "......" don't ~

“...... The mountains are edgeless, the heavens and the earth are together, and they dare to be with the king. ”

Xu Xian: "But the middle brother? ”

Yan Song: "......" stop~

System: "from ......"

"Who reads the west wind and is cold alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, ponders the past and stands in the remnant sun, is surprised by the wine and sleeps heavily, and the gambling books are consumed with the fragrance of tea, at that time it was just an ordinary ....."

Xu Xian: "But brother, give me an evaluation?" ”

Yan Song: "Don't stop ......!"

System......

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan, and so idle changes but the old people's hearts, but the old people's hearts are changeable....."

Xu Xian: "But the middle brother is silent, do you think that the younger brother's poems are difficult to enter the eyes of the law?" ”

Yan Song: "...... "I'll just watch you pretend to be forced for me."

System.....

“...... After a few years, it should be a good day and a good time, even if there are thousands of styles, who will you talk to? ”

Xu Xian: "But the middle brother, there is another song here, I believe you will like it!" ”

Hearing that Xu Xian was so confident, Yan Song was also interested.

This way, he will not hate, nor be angry, nor be aggrieved.

Anyway, Xu Xian is pretending to be forced for himself, anyway, after a while, there will be no more Xu Xian in this world.

Anyway, everything Xu Xian is doing now, and all the fame he has gained is his own.

Since Xu Xian is willing to make a wedding dress for himself, does he still have a reason not to wear it?

So.....

"Hanwen, isn't there a stunning masterpiece?"

Xu Xian smiled humbly, "I don't dare to take it as a stunning masterpiece, the little brother recites it, and please taste it from everyone present." ”

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels in secret. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world. ”

As soon as Shangque came out, Yan Song felt that his breathing began to be rapid.

This song..... This song.....

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world, good words, good sentences!

In fact, he didn't know what was good, but he felt that Xu Xiandu attached so much importance to it, and deliberately emphasized this song, then this song was definitely better than the others.

This kind of thinking should be the same as the kind of joke common on the Internet, right? It seems to be - I can't tell you what's good about you, I just want to peek at you taking a shower!

Well, anyway, it's just a Shangque, Yan Song thinks that Xu Xian's poem is good, very good, and it is so good that people can't help but clamp their legs.

Pausing slightly, he smiled at Yan Song, Xu Xian continued to chant, "Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, endure the return of the Queqiao." If the two feelings are long-lasting..... If the two love ...... for a long time"

Xu Xian's voice is getting weaker and weaker.... By the end, it was almost inaudible.

"How? If the two feelings are long-lasting, what about the latter sentence? ”

When I heard the climax, even with Yan Song's IQ, I could feel that these last two sentences were the finishing touch.

It's just that, looking at Xu Xian's appearance, it is obvious that the Seven Stars Broken Soul is emanating, and the soul is about to disappear.

Seeing this, Yan Song is in a hurry, you must not die, if you want to die, wait until you finish reading this last line of poetry before you die!

It seems that he heard Yan Song's heart, and it seems that Yan Song's inquiry has played a role, and when he heard Yan Song's words, Xu Xian's voice became a little clearer, "If the two feelings are in a long time.... If the two love for a long time, it will ..... Again..... Poof! ”

The word 'again' was read twice, and before the last sentence came out, Xu Xian's body went weak and fell to the ground.

But at the last moment, Xu Xian's ears sounded a prompt from the system.

"Based on the amount of poison ingested by the host, the host should die."

Hearing the prompt of the system, in order to let Yan Song's plan behind him 'go smoothly', Xu Xian obediently popped and fell to the ground.

Pour..... Poured?

Seeing Xu Xian fall to the ground, Yan Song's whole person was confused!

This..... And this Nima fell?

When the last sentence is not finished, it falls?

Play!

Play me?!

You're down! What should I do?

You left such a classic residual poem, and after inheriting your identity, others asked, how can I fight?

At this moment, Yan Song felt like fate had played another joke on him.

I just figured it out, Xu Xian was making a wedding dress for himself, but the wedding dress was made ninety percent nine and ninety-nine, just the last point, the last step, but the goods fell first.

This wedding dress..... Not quite, it's just the crotch part.

You say, is he wearing it or not?

Yan Song wanted to cry, really wanted to cry.

At this moment, I can only hope that after the seizure, I can inherit a little more of Xu Xian's poetic talent, and it is best to inherit the memory completely and complete this poem!