What is Lin Ke's hanging?

It's a great civilization from a past life!

What does his arrogance come from?

The Endless Sages are standing behind!

Lin Ke has reason to believe that those sages in his previous life will not lose to the people of this world.

Not to mention Qi Ye's second goods.

So, he seems very relaxed.

Shopkeeper Tong spread an ordinary piece of yellow paper on the pig killing and meat selling table in front of Lin Ke: "Lin Ke, even if this piece of paper is sponsored by our restaurant, you must win!" ”

Sponsor?

Lin Ke was helpless.

That piece of paper, it seems, was torn off the blank page of the ledger, and the tear was the same as when Bai Qitang went to the toilet.

Still, it's not bad.

To be honest, it is precisely because Butcher Zhang and the others trust his poetry that they are so casually perfunctory.

"Lin Ke, Shopkeeper Tong and I have suppressed you to win, you must not lose!" Bai Qitang whispered in Lin Ke's ear: "That's all my net worth...... If you win, I'll invite you to drink! ”

it!

Forget about this stubble!

I knew that he would also press a wave!

Forget it, it doesn't have much impact.

Just thinking about it, Qi Ye had already started writing the first line of poetry.

As soon as he finished writing the first line of his poem, a series of literary tones were generated out of thin air, converging on the font and paper of his pen.

At the same time, with the blessing of a large number of his items, that tone almost doubled.

Huge amount of culture!

"The first line of the poem has the tone of a hundred miles of sound!"

"Yes! That's a lot of culture! ”

"After the whole poem is written, at least Wanli Yin!"

"It's terrifying! There have been no good poems for so many years, and once good poems appear, do they appear one after another? ”

Seeing Qi Ye on the screen with an indifferent expression, slowly writing his own poems, he still had a lot of fans for a while.

By the time Lin Ke was ready to write, there had been a change on Qi Ye's side.

Qi Ye wrote a sentence, thought about a sentence, and then completed his own poem.

"Whoop!!

Within 10,000 miles, the tone fluctuates.

A large amount of literary qi gathered, and it poured into the paper in front of Qi Ye.

Poetry, thousands of miles of chanting!

"Whew-"

The wind is loud, and the style is windy!

"Sure enough, it's Wanli Yin!"

"It's worthy of Qi Ye."

"If it weren't for Lin Ke, maybe Qi Ye would have become the most proud poetry star of Confucianism in the past hundred years, right?"

A lot of people were surprised.

However, this surprise is also limited.

After all......

Lin Ke has shocked everyone enough in the past few months.

"Brother Lin, don't be afraid! Don't scare him to death! ”

"Yes, Lin Ke, just take out your 12 out of 10 chance!"

"Remember to pay a commission to the restaurant!"

Everyone was talking to Lin Ke, and their tone revealed their trust in Lin Ke.

Winning trust!

Lin Ke was a little helpless when he saw this, but he still picked up the pen that had been soaked in the saliva of the shopkeeper Tong countless times and dipped it in ink.

Chi, what is Chi?

Ambition, mind, ambition, determination, etc., is the desire of the heart!

What are his ambitions in this life?

This may be too ambitious.

Four sentences in Hengqu?

Out of place, and not a verse.

All he wants is to climb the peak.

Endlessly, tirelessly, desperately, hard, and firmly...... Up!

Lin Keti pen and write poems on paper:

"How is Dai Zongfu? Qi Lu Qingwei is gone. ”

Rumble!!!

In an instant, the mighty literary atmosphere exploded.

Boundless prose poured down from the sky and poured into Lin Ke's paper.

The wind was blowing and the sky was full of black clouds.

"Whew-"

The invisible wind of literary qi, with Lin Ke as the center, blows within a radius of thousands of miles.

Infinite literary tones poured into his pen and paper.

The wind blew a gust of sand and rocks around him, but only Lin Ke and the paper in front of him did not move.

"Click."

In just an instant, the ordinary paper he wrote became heavier than 10,000 taels, and the table was crushed with a cracking sound.

A thousand words!

A poem actually shows the image of a thousand words!

What kind of poems Lin Ke wrote, everyone can't see it, but they can feel the surging of that kind of literary atmosphere.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Ke wrote the poem in a few breaths.

Suddenly, a vision greater than Qi Ye's side appeared.

It was just a thousand miles of literature surging.

And now, under the surging of literary energy, a burst of wind and clouds has been formed.

Poetry, wind and clouds!

The saint is now, a hundred schools are singing, the heaven and the earth are shocked, the world is spreading, the wind and clouds are moving, the ghosts and gods are crying, the chant of thousands of miles, and the sound of a hundred miles.

The anomaly of the Fengyun level is obviously much higher than the level of Wanli Yin.

The winner is decided!

"Oh my God! For Lin Kegongzi, writing poetry seems to be really, really easy! ”

"I don't know what he went through in those years, but I remembered the "Preface to the Mengxue Division of the Gift Giving Department" he wrote."

"But this kind of experience is also used as the soil for growth."

"Yes! Should I say it or not, Lin Ke Gongzi is really strong. ”

"You can still grow in that environment, if it were an ordinary person, it would have been scrapped a long time ago."

All sorts of people were talking about it and expressing their opinions.

And at this moment, the eunuch also hooked his hand: "The two sons are poetic, let our family read it." ”

As the eunuch hooked his fingers, two air currents were generated, wanting to roll up the poems of the two.

However, Lin Ke's poem is too heavy!

The air flow swept over, and Lin Ke's paper did not move.

It's too heavy!

The endless influx of literary qi made this ordinary piece of yellow paper very heavy.

Usually Butcher Zhang can bear to chop meat, but now it has a sense of explosion under Lin Ke's poems.

It is enough to show how heavy this piece of paper and this poem is.

On the other side, Qi Ye did frown sharply when he saw his poems being rolled up.

"Don't read it." Qi Ye snorted coldly, and the rice paper in front of him burst open directly, turning into confetti and falling.

"In this game, he wins."

Although he was unwilling, Qi Ye had already admitted Lin Ke at this time.

At first, he didn't think he was going to lose to Lin Ke at all.

Not to mention losing the whole game, even if you lose one game, you can't lose half a point.

Now, however, he has been reduced to hoping for a best-of-three victory over Linko.

In terms of poetic talent, he is completely inferior to Lin Ke!

"Oh?" Seeing Qi Ye tearing up his poems, the eunuch's face remained unchanged, and he just nodded slightly: "Then our family will read the poem first, and then announce the victory of Prince Lin Ke after reading the poem." ”

After all, this time the topic is Chi.

Although this topic was set by Lin Ke, if Lin Ke wrote it was not a zhi, then it could not be said that Qi Ye lost.

The eunuch stepped over to Lin Ke's side in a few big strides, and then looked at the table.

First, I read the whole poem, and the next moment my eyes opened involuntarily.

Then he read the poem:

"How about Dai Zongfu, Qi Lu Qingwei. Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk. ”

"Swing your chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and decide to enter the bird. It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance. ”

I've been crazy about coding since I got up, can I have some cute, beautiful, and precious monthly passes?

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