Chapter 26: The Four Saints of the Literary World III

"How could you not know? Haven't you accepted the inheritance? Just think about it. ”

Looking at Tang Yu's dazed appearance, the little Lori who felt other people's emotions found that Tang Yu's emotions were real.

This moment directly made the little Lori 'break the defense', and the gentle tone disappeared directly, and she said angrily.

At this moment, Xiao Lori has begun to doubt that although it is almost impossible to happen, she will still wonder if Tang Yu really got the inheritance by accident.

"Well, you said this, I didn't get it." Tang Yu said directly when he heard it.

“????” If little Lori is in the comics at the moment, there will definitely be a question mark on the braincase.

"You obviously have the mark of inheritance on you, and you even said that you didn't get it?" Little Lori's voice began to call out, and even began to appear Little Lori's matching timbre.

Tang Yu looked at Xiao Loli embarrassedly, thinking that he couldn't tell the other party that his body couldn't accept the inheritance, right? This will make Tang Yu feel very low.

Then I thought that when this trial was over, the little Lori would definitely disappear, and there would be no psychological burden, and suddenly her expression was repeated, and she looked at the little Lori very proudly.

"Because I don't want to." Tang Yu looked at Xiao Lori seriously and said.

Xiao Lori looked at Tang Yu with sharp eyes, and the next moment she directly transformed from Xiao Lori into an adult woman wearing a Yunluo treasure robe.

Tang Yu was suddenly amazed by the other party, compared to the expressive portraits outlined before, real people are more attractive than portraits.

"Are you insulting my brothers?" The woman said in an unkind tone, and a guqin also flew from a distance and floated in front of the woman.

"It's finally getting started."

Tang Yu looked at this scene and thought about it, then shook his head and said: "It's not an insult, but there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky, just now your two brothers have already admitted it." ”

"What?" The woman looked incredulous, but the emotions conveyed by Tang Yu did not lie.

"I don't believe it, since your chess skills and Danqing have surpassed my two elder brothers, I guess your music has also dabbled in music, I want to see how good you are."

The woman spoke, and then a long table appeared in front of Tang Yu, and the long table was full of musical instruments.

Tang Yu looked at it, then shook his head and said, "Then you just win." ”

"It's not like it, how do you know?" When the woman heard it, she said yes.

But in the woman's heart, she also knows that she is messing around, how can anyone be not only proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also reach the top in every way, which takes a lot of time.

But the woman can't breathe that way, she must be compared to Tang Yu.

Tang Yu sighed when he saw this, in fact, he suddenly had a bold idea in his heart.

After all, inheriting this kind of thing, who knows if there is anything special, such as music theory, Tang Yu remembered that he hadn't tried it when he came to this world, so could he accept it?

It was this kind of thought that made Tang Yu pretend to be reserved, and said in a very old-fashioned manner: "That's good, I'm lucky enough to get a poem, why don't you help me see what needs to be changed?" Or maybe make a tune for me? ”

Hearing Tang Yu's words, the woman was stunned for a moment, but poetry and poetry themselves are indeed a kind of music theory.

So the woman took a deep breath and sat in front of the guqin and made a gesture to Tang Yu to please.

Seeing this, Tang Yu understood that this was a gesture when the literati communicated, so he nodded and put his hands behind his back.

Tang Yu can understand this, in fact, because when he first came to this world, after finding that his physique was not as good as that of the sect, he tried to mix the literary world to see if he could cultivate literary qi.

After all, even if Tang Yu's memory at that time was not as strong as it is now, he could completely record what he had seen and heard word for word.

But at least it is not a fish that has slipped through the net of nine-year compulsory education, and I still remember some of the famous sentences and Tang and Song poems that were memorized in primary and junior high schools, especially Li Bai's poems.

At that time, Tang Yu felt that he could suddenly soar by relying on his literary spirit and shock the natives of this world.

As a result, the truth is just the opposite, when he says the same poem, other listeners will have different degrees of comprehension after listening to it.

Tang Yu stood there like a two-hundred-five, and he couldn't feel anything.

In the end, after studying for half a month, Tang Yu, who was alias Li Taibai, ran away, because he found that if he didn't run away, someone might find out that something was wrong, and he turned around and tied it up to provide poetry.

So far, the Winter Rain Academy still retains the legend of the immortal Li Taibai.

"I'm going to start." Tang Yu brewed emotions, looked at the woman and said.

The woman nodded, but she felt funny in her heart, and she was already waiting to see the joke in her heart.

Because Tang Yu's practice of brewing feelings at the moment is the practice of those Mongolian scholars who have just entered the literary Tao.

"When is the bright moon ......" Tang Yu spoke, the first sentence just made the woman feel that Tang Yu seemed to be a little interesting, and his hand was also on the guqin.

She was going to play it to show that her name as a piano saint was not a fraud.

However, when the following sentence appeared, the woman's hand froze and she listened.

Especially when it was too cold to be in a high place, the woman sat up straight suddenly, and her hand left the guqin, because she didn't dare to play it casually.

"People have joys and sorrows......" When she heard this, the woman's expression suddenly shocked, and the seal released by the three brothers in her head shattered violently.

A blocked memory made the woman's eyes redden, and tears flowed from her eyes.

Tang Yu, who was memorizing vigorously, didn't notice all this, and continued to recite in a frustrated manner, and after the last sentence, he began to concave with unfinished meaning.

"Praise me, praise me, let me also feel the joy of pretending." Tang Yu, who was concave in shape, looked forward to it in his heart.

After all, as the most failed traverser in history, Tang Yu is actually very eager for recognition.

However, Tang Yu, who had been waiting for a while, did not wait for praise, only to hear the sound of the guqin beginning to sound.

It was very pleasant and melodious, making Tang Yu feel that he was standing in the Moon Palace slightly drunk, and when he looked up, he saw the blue earth.

Looking at the earth, Tang Yu felt a wave in his heart, and at the same time, a lonely chill lingered in his heart.

When Tang Yu turned around, he saw a red attic, and the woman in the attic was stroking the qin, and the sound of the piano hesitantly reminded Tang Yu of his former home.

Just when Tang Yu was about to get lost in it and wanted to cry freely, a piercing cry suddenly sounded.

Everything around him began to recover, and Tang Yu also returned to a thatched hut in the small world.

"Who, dare to release the voice of confusion on my side?!" Long Jiu's cry sounded, and then Long Jiu appeared beside Tang Yu.

Seeing Tang Yu actually here, Long Jiu was startled, and then looked at the woman in front of Long Jiu who was spitting blood and angry in his eyes, Long Jiu couldn't help but feel that he had done something wrong.