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Today, all directions converge, geniuses emerge, and most of them are famous families, all of whom come to pay homage to the scriptures.

Under the Bodhi tree, Long Aotian, the prince of the empire, in front of everyone. did not give Wang Teng any face, such as reprimanding his subordinates for criticizing him, which really shocked the audience.

is also because of Long Aotian's status as the prince, and he is so confident that he can get the true scriptures. Everyone thought that he would write a poem that was even more amazing than Wang Teng's "Golden Armor".

In an instant, there were hundreds of people on the top of the mountain, all holding their breath and emptying their ears, just to witness the poems written by Long Aotian, who was so confident.

However, when Long Aotian was full of confidence, opened his mouth, and said his own poem.

Plop Knock ......

The top of the mountain seemed to be suddenly hit by a violent wind, and a series of falling and spurting blood sounded.

"It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival,"

"Lonely people want to break their souls. ”

"Where are the beauties?"

"Shepherd boy refers to the Drunken Immortal Tower!"

“......”

"This is the divine poem that Emperor Long Ao was so confident just now, saying that there are no ancients in heaven and earth?"

"The Bodhi Sacred Tree asked him to 'write poems with poems', and the five princes wrote such a poem.......

Hundreds of figures fell to the ground like ears of wheat, each with a rich expression, wondering if they had heard it wrong. In the end, he could only dumbfounded, looking at Long Aotian who was still extremely confident in front of him.

"Haha......"

Hearing that Long Aotian actually said such a poem, not only other people, but even Bu Wuwu couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

The Bodhi Sacred Tree's question of 'writing poems with poems' naturally requires Long Aotian to appreciate the poems of the ancients, be inspired by them, and learn from them.

is like the poem written by Fang Cai Long Aotian, which was originally a poem "Qingming" written by a great writer in the Tang Dynasty.

Original:

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

The poetry in the poem coincided with the Qingming Day, when the ancients returned to their ancestors to sweep the tombs, go green, and plant willows to melt the scenery and sadness.

And this dragon is proud of the sky, and directly flips this poetry one hundred and eighty degrees. The ancients wrote poems to touch the scene and remember their ancestors, and this Long Aotian was changed into a poem asking for directions.

Especially the last two sentences, "By asking where are the beauties?

What kind of place is the 'Drunken Immortal Tower'? It is the most famous green building in the Southeast Empire, and it is a place where countless wealthy sons and sons are tirelessly happy.

Long Aotian took the poem as a lesson and directly changed it into a poem asking for directions, and it was like a beautiful woman asking for directions, as for the destination, it was still a green building!

During the Qingming Festival, it was rainy and hazy, and a man walked alone on the road, looking for a beautiful woman on the road from time to time to talk, and the content of the conversation was to ask how to go to Qinglou.

Anyone who thinks about this picture is probably very impactful.

For a moment, everyone was speechless, and they all looked at Long Aotian dumbfounded. I thought that these five princes were really not afraid of the sky, the earth, and they were not afraid of being condemned by the writers at all.

"Hahaha...... Laughed to death. ”

"Long Aotian, it turns out that you are so confident, saying that the poem is more perfect than this king's "Golden Armor", is this one?" Wang Teng's laughter followed, laughing unscrupulously.

Pointing at Long Aotian and laughing sarcastically: "This king originally thought that you had some ink in your stomach. Didn't you just say that the poems of this king can be written by those who read the school? According to the king, as far as the poem you wrote, everyone who has not read the school can already write it! haha......"

"Long Aotian, the Bodhi tree has no response, which means that your poems are not good, and you have failed the same test as this king......"

Fang Cai Long Aotian's humiliation of Wang Teng, Wang Teng naturally remembered it all, and he was resentful. After listening to Long Aotian's poem, he naturally would not let go of the opportunity, and instantly mocked and fought back, calling him to fail the same level.

As Wang Teng said, if you want to get the true scriptures of the sage, you must complete the poetry examination of the Bodhi tree. If the linden tree changes, it means that it is recognized.

However, after Long Aotian said this speechless poem, the Bodhi tree did not change at all. The roots of the tree do not move, and the Bodhi leaves are still, which means that Long Aotian has also failed.

Look at Long Aotian, who is full of confidence and says this cow poem. Seeing such a big reaction from everyone, I didn't even think that the poem I had just written was exaggerated.

At this moment, he still straightened his belly and stood respectfully under the Bodhi tree, his expression extremely serious. Directly above is the amber green Bodhi leaf, which shows the question of 'poetry as poetry'.

"Impossible?"

"The poems written by this prince have always been easy to understand and close to life, how can they fail?"

At this time, Long Aotian looked serious, touching the back of his head with a fat hand, not believing that he would fail, and he didn't care about the laughter of the outside world.

It's just that the huge body, the round and fat face, revealing such a thinking expression of a scholar, no matter how you look at it, people can't help but laugh.

"That poem just now doesn't work, so let's see if the other poems are okay. ”

"This prince still doesn't believe it, I think I think it's a perfect poem, and the Bodhi Divine Tree will deny it all!"

Bu Dongwu's facial features were sharp, and he saw Long Aotian lowering his forehead and dragging his cheeks and muttering again.

"Why do I have a bad premonition that this guy still wants to publish a poem?!!???

"Lord Bodhi Divine Tree is above, and there are still a few unique poems in the younger generation, I wonder if they can be recognized?"

Bu Wuwu muttered in his heart, feeling bad, but Long Aotian had already opened his mouth again and read the poem.

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach. ”

"There is no grass at the end of the world, and old cows can eat tender grass. ”

"I don't regret the wide clothes and untie them, and I will make people haggard for Yi. ”

"There are 3,000 beauties in the harem, and the iron rod will be sharpened into a needle. ”

“......”

At this moment, Long Aotian seemed to be possessed by a poet, his fat mouth was wide open, his mouth was spitting droplets, and he actually read a large paragraph, a large paragraph of poetry.

The speech is clear, the sentences are sonorous, and every line of poetry is extremely loud.

Puff ......

"Sure enough, it's still this kind of poem!"

Sure enough, when Long Aotian opened his mouth and spit out the first word, Bu Wuwu stumbled to the ground again.

Long Aotian's first poem just now, his undigested expression became richer again, and he no longer knew how to look directly at the scene in front of him.

"Ah......h

"God, what kind of poems are these? Can anyone shut his mouth? I can't listen to them anymore......"

Long Aotian was so amazing, and the poems of the ancients also completely subverted the understanding of poetry by many readers present, and shouted at Long Aotian to shut up quickly.

"Ahem...... Angry old man, angry old master! Where is this a poem, this is clearly a rogue poem, vulgar and low-spirit, insulting the ancestors......"

On the top of the mountain, there are several university scholars, who are the elders of the Astronomy Academy, and their knowledge is orthodox. The eyes that had already been so angry that they were staring straight at each other, shouting that Long Aotian was insulting the ancients.

"Why are you still failing? Aren't these poems exciting enough? It seems that only my poems at the bottom of the box are exposed......"

It's just that at this moment, Long Aotian is completely immersed in his own poems, and he doesn't know that his poems have driven many readers on the top of the mountain crazy.

Seeing that the Bodhi Tree still didn't react, his expression suddenly became extremely serious, and then he made a bolder decision.

It was seen that he exhaled deeply, opened his mouth wide and roared: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground......"