Chapter 1207 is just good

Ye Xuan's strength is strong and rebellious, and his appearance is also very handsome, and the most important thing is that he is also interested in Du Yanxi.

So...... It is estimated that it will be difficult for him to catch up with Du Yanxi, PK Ye Xuan, he has no advantage at all!

The only thing that has an absolute advantage is poetry!

It just so happened that it was rumored that Du Yanxi preferred poetry and literature.

Poetry and literature are the only point of hope for Xue Yang.

However, just now, Ye Xuan asked him to get out of the way directly, so that he basically didn't even have a chance to show this point.

Once he really left, this trip to Cangying City could be described as a complete failure.

He was completely desperate, ready to report everything to his father when he went back, and then be punished, but he didn't expect the peak to turn around!

This kid actually took the initiative to find humiliation ??? compare poetry......

Hey...... Maybe in terms of strength, a hundred of me is not your opponent, or maybe in terms of martial arts talent, you are more than ten times stronger than me.

However, if it's poetry, then don't blame me for abusing you......

In front of Du Yanxi, he can use his strength to explode and crush you, and he can also establish his own tall image, right?

Maybe if you're lucky, Du Yanxi, who prefers poetry and literature, may choose herself directly?

Xue Yang directly started the Spring and Autumn Dream, and his thinking can be said to be very pioneering.

"What?, don't agree?" Ye Xuan frowned slightly.

"Same ...... Agree, of course agree......" Ye Xuan's voice woke Xue Yang up from his whimsical yy.

He still didn't agree, he really nodded heavily, and his head shook like a child.

"Than poetry?" Standing not far away, Du Yanxi's eyes lit up and he became interested.

"Miss, this ...... This...... This is unfair to Ye Gongzi......" Yun Ya was anxious.

"This Ye Xuan looks like a martial artist, the smell of blood on his body is so strong, he knows poetry?"

"Ye Xuan's combat power is so violent, he must be obsessed with martial arts, ordinary people who are obsessed with martial arts cultivation should not have studied poetry, right?"

"Ye Xuan is really doing this too much, what kind of poetry is it? If it's my old Zhu, I'll just pinch that Xue Yang to death!"

"Growing up so big, I've watched a lot of long martial arts fights, and the decisions of life and death are much better, but I really haven't seen Wendou, it's interesting!"

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Ye Xuan and Xue Yang were going to have a poetry competition, which suddenly set off a wave of heated discussions in the audience.

Although the vast majority of people present are beast hunters and don't understand poetry and songs, it doesn't mean that they don't like to join in the fun!

"What do you say?" Xue Yang took a deep breath, first glanced at Du Yanxi, and then asked loudly.

"Whatever you want!" Ye Xuan shrugged, his arrogant and domineering side was displayed at a glance.

"Since you are so confident, then let's come directly to the most rare - seven steps to compose poetry!" Xue Yang said in a deep voice.

"Okay!" Ye Xuan smiled and agreed.

Although Ye Xuan does not deny it, there are some peerless geniuses and literati with a talent for poetry, who have such an amazing ability to make poetry in seven steps.

However, obviously, the Xue Yang in front of him, in Ye Xuan's opinion, did not belong to that category.

This kid is full of confidence, and he must have already thought of some poetry in his heart.

At this time, the seven steps to recite it out, that is, the seven steps to make poetry, that's all.

However, even if Ye Xuan understood what was in it, he nodded in agreement.

Anyway, he has a bunch of Tang poems and Song lyrics in his head, and he is worried that he can't show it!

"Miss, then Xue Yang must be prepared to participate in the poetry tea party of Shui Yao Pavilion this time, such a seven-step poem is unfair to Ye Gongzi!" Yun Ya tugged at Du Yanxi's sleeve.

"It's unfair, but Ye Xuan agreed!" Du Yanxi became more and more interested.

"I'll come first!" Xue Yang suddenly stood with his hands up, held his head high, looked at Du Yanxi again, and then began to take steps.

"The jackdaws are sad in the evening, but the willow pond is green but gentle. ”

"If there is no hatred in the eyes of the sect, you don't believe that there is a white head in the world. ”

"The intestines have been broken, the tears are hard to collect, and the lovesickness is back in the Little Red Mansion. ”

"Affection has been cut off by the mountains, and it is not free to rely on the trunk.

Xue Yang was affectionate, frowning, looking like a resentful girl in the boudoir, dancing with his hands, whispering sentence by sentence, seven steps are over, this little word has ended.

"Good words!" Du Yanxi squinted slightly, not to mention how Xue Yang was, but this little word was a fine product.

"I don't understand what it means, but it's catchy and good!"

"The intestines are broken, and the tears are hard to contain, I like this sentence, it's so good!"

"Although this kid is timid, his poetry is really good, tsk......"

"It's really good, it's very flavorful to read anyway!"

"Ye Xuan is miserable, it's hard to make a better one than this within seven steps!"

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After Du Yanxi commented in a low voice, many people around him followed closely and muttered to themselves, basically complimenting and praising them.

"I don't know what Brother Ye thinks of Xue's little words?" The sound of real appreciation in his ears made Xue Yang very useful, his body and bones straightened, and his eyes looking at Ye Xuan were full of endless confidence.

"It's not bad!" Ye Xuan nodded and said with a smile, in good conscience, this little word is good, and it is indeed a masterpiece.

"It's just good, isn't it? huh...... It seems that Brother Ye has a very high vision, so please ask Ye Xuan to make a better poem!"

Xue Yang said with a smile, becoming more and more proud, and was ready for Ye Xuan to be speechless and take the initiative to admit defeat.

"Okay!" Ye Xuan said with a smile, and he raised his eyebrows and said: "The little word you just said is sorrowful, and there is a feeling of a woman's style, although it is good, it is not suitable for you, do you want to develop in the direction ......of grace?"

Xue Yang's smile was slightly restrained, and there was some anger in his eyes, obviously, he was very unhappy with Ye Xuan's words.

"Then ask Ye Xuan to make a heroic poem!I think everyone can't wait!" Xue Yang sneered, a sneer tugging at his thin lips.

"Since that's the case, then I'll start!" Ye Xuan nodded slightly, restrained his smile, suddenly raised his head, and groaned loudly:

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp. ”

"Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings turned over the outside sound. ”

"Autumn soldiers on the battlefield. ”

"The horse-made Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. ”

"But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. ”

"Poor white happens!"

One sentence at a time, full of momentum, in Ye Xuan's catchy words, everyone fell into the golden iron horse and horse leather shroud, it seemed that the smoke of gunpowder in front of them was full of blood......

The cruelty of war!

The courage to defend the country!

Unparalleled domineering!

After thousands of vicissitudes!

All kinds of moving feelings are vividly outlined by these few lines of poetry.