One's literary talent is at an ebb?

Song Lanyi was not angry, and followed their example, and replied with a smile, "It's everyone who knows Jiang Lang's talent." Just ......"

Those who were laughing raised their eyebrows, thinking that Song Lanyi had given in, "Just what?" ”

Song Lanyi smiled slightly, "It's just that I believe that even if Jiang Lang is exhausted one day, with your achievements and talents...... I'm afraid it has already turned into loess. ”

Those people glared and wanted to say something, but in the face of Song Lanyi's five-short figure at the moment, if he said something ugly, he would inevitably have the demeanor of a lost family.

In the end, they just snorted coldly, threw up their sleeves and stood on the bow of the boat, and watched what Song Lanyi did to make poems.

Song Lanyi looked calm and calm under the eyes of the children of this family and even the people on both sides of the strait.

She frowned, and the big golden book appeared in her hand.

Song Lanyi pondered for a while, and then opened his mouth to sing.

Just as she was about to read the poem, the gilded book suddenly rattled, and the page turned to reveal a resolute but elegant man in an official robe.

He looked at Song Lanyi's eyes, as if he wanted to see the world outside the page.

Song Lanyi secretly said sorry.

Now that the talent is not enough, she needs to be careful in her calculations, so she can only use her semi-summoning method.

Fan Zhongdrin was not angry, he even comforted Song Lanyi a few words, and then probed his brain on the page, looking at this world that was extremely novel to him.

So I listened to Song Lanyi chanting slowly:

"People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of sea bass."

The other side.

When those people heard this poem written by Song Lanyi, they wondered, "Does this poem sound ordinary?" ”

is just a child of a family, regardless of personality, in terms of basic cultural aesthetics, always be outstanding.

After hearing the words of the previous man, Wang Peizhi suddenly frowned and retorted.

"It's not like that. The quality of a poem should not be judged by its beautiful rhetoric. ”

The poem is concisely worded, with no axe marks and chisel marks. This poem is not finished, and listen to the following. ”

As he was talking, Song Lanyi continued to say slowly in front of everyone's eyes, "Look at a leaf boat, haunted by the turmoil." ”

People come and go on the river, but love the beauty of sea bass.

Jun looks at a leaf boat, haunted by the turmoil.

When Song Lanyi finished reciting the first poem, Wang Peizhi suddenly applauded loudly.

This poem uses contrasting techniques to contrast the people on the river and the fishermen on the boat in the middle of the river. It also reflects the danger of the fisherman's hard work. ”

"It's just ......" his eyes looked at Song Lanyi, faint, with an unclear taste, "The language of this poem is back to basics, the language is pure and natural, and there is great benevolence and righteousness in the emotion, it really doesn't look like you can write it at your age......"

In fact, Wang Peizhi is right, it is not too targeted.

No matter how high a person's talent is, there is one thing that cannot be made up for by talent.

That's – experience.

Wang Peizhi really doesn't believe that with Song Lanyi's real age, he can write such poems?

He expected Song Lanyi's countless rebuttals in his heart, but he didn't expect Song Lanyi's real answer.

She replied directly, "I didn't write it in the first place." ”

She straightened up the book, revealing the figure of Fan Zhongyan above, and said with a smile, "It was written by Mr. Fan." ”

Wang Peizhi was stunned for a moment.

He even had the feeling that he had been charging up for a long time, but he punched the cotton.

He was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "Mr. Fan...... Who is it? ”

Song Lanyi didn't answer him.

But even without Wang Peizhi's comments, the good and bad of this poem are clear at a glance.

I saw that in the place with Song Lanyi as the center, the talent qi gradually condensed into a whirlpool, and a flat boat gushed out in the whirlpool, and then floated to the water.

The moment the boat appeared, those silver Arowana were like crazy, splashing desperately, trying to jump on the boat.

In a short time, the boat was stacked with tall silver arowana.

Compared to Xu Ling's net bag before, it is only a lot more.

Xu Ling's smile broke when he saw this scene.

He felt a little pain in his face.

Song Lanyi caught a few silver arowanas and quietly stuffed them into the gilded book while others were not paying attention.

If she remembers correctly, the historical Fan Zhongyan was self-denying and lived a frugal life.

Song Lanyi couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he thought about it, grabbed a few silver arowanas in his hand, and stuffed them into the bronzing book.

And Fan Zhongyan, who was sitting in the pages of the book, looked at the silver arowana jumping on the ground with a bewildered expression.

What is this thing?

At this moment, a faint voice sounded next to me, "I've known her for so long, and I haven't seen her send me anything......

What is the ...... It's so sour!

Fan Zhongyan looked at the comer and said in surprise, "Who are you?" ”

Li Bai's eyes widened, and he also looked surprised, "You don't know me, I'm Li Bai!" ”

Fan Zhongyan: "? ”

Did he hear him right?

He subconsciously asked, "Aren't you dead?" ”

Li Bai: "? ”

He was angry, "Didn't you come to this place because you were also dead?" ”

"yes." Fan Zhongyan was stunned for a moment, then nodded and asked, "Grilled fish?" ”

Song Lanyi didn't know for the time being that in the gilded book, Li Bai and others had already started a barbecue fish feast.

She looked at the group of unconvinced families in front of her, and smiled on her face.

I heard someone say, "Song Lanyi, if you borrow other people's poems, you are simply cheating!" ”

Song Lanyi smiled, "My way is like this, if you have the ability, you can also follow the same path as me, I think which of us 'borrows' more poems!" ”

When they heard this, everyone was dumbfounded.

They relied on Song Lanyi not to get angry before they could say such things.

Otherwise, according to them, how many strange roads are there in the middle of the great work?

Take Pu Song as an example, he also summons the book spirit, and the book spirit belongs to an external force, but is it because of the help of an external force, does it mean that Pu Song is not a saint?

Apparently it doesn't make sense.

Some people rolled their eyes, and saw that they couldn't get any benefits from Song Lanyi, so they turned to look at Wang Peizhi and the others.

"Pei Zhi, how can you say that you are also a child of a family, are you willing to be compared to others like this?"

Wang Peizhi glanced at the man lightly, his expression was calm and calm, and he looked like he had a hill in his chest.

After a while, he said unhurriedly, "What is the meaning of this so-called victory or defeat in the competition?" Win, what's the benefit? Even if there is, can I see it? ”

This indiscriminate blow made everyone else dumbfounded for a moment.

It's like wanting to get into a fight with your opponent.

But the opponent told you that we were not at the same latitude at all.

After speaking, I saw Wang Peizhi chuckle, and saw a huge whirlpool suddenly appear in the center of the river.

The whirlpool is deep and profound, as if it were a gateway to another world.

Wang Peizhi pulled Wang Huaizhou, jumped off the boat, and threw himself into the whirlpool.

At the end, he turned his head and glanced at Song Lanyi.

In his eyes, there was a high spirit of war.

(End of chapter)