"Hey, hey!"

"Senior Brother Ye Hao, are you so interested in this matter? In fact, I also knew Lu Chengzhou, so when I bought this poem, I made a special inquiry with an elder of Tianbao Pavilion. ”

"The elder told me that Lu Chengzhou was indeed addicted to gambling, and because he lost all his wealth, he sold his poems to the outside world. However, his knotted wife is still by his side, and as for the confidante, he really lost out and became someone else's mother-in-law!! ”

Speaking of this, Feng Hongfei couldn't help laughing.

Hearing this, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Immediately, many Wen Xiu looked at Feng Hongfei with the same eyes as if they were about to kill someone!

"Nonsense! Master Lu is the number one poet in the Southern Regions, how could he be addicted to gambling. ”

"Slander, it's all slander, I don't allow you to demean the idol in my heart, Master Lu is in my heart, that is the unattainable leader of Wendao, slandering Master Lu is the enemy of our literary cultivation."

"That's it! Each of Master Lu's poems is a treasure and priceless, how could Master Lu be short of spirit stones, you don't have to speak ill of Master Lu!! ”

For a while, these Wenxiu in the Southern Regions were all angry.

Even the old scholar Zou Wenyuan also showed anger on his face, and said unhappily: "This little brother of Haoyang Sect, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense!" ”

"I once had a relationship with Master Lu, his character is elegant, he is free and easy, and his poetry is magnificent, he is not the gambler you say, if you say it again, you are not welcome!"

Rumble!

The old scholar Zou Wenyuan was permeated with debut talent, and he used his fingers as a pen and swiped a few times in mid-air.

In an instant, a very shocking word "pressure" bloomed with a faint cold light, like a mountain, hanging in the air.

Even if Feng Hongfei reached the realm of fugue, under this coercion, he broke out in a cold sweat, his legs trembled, and there was a faint sign of unbearable.

was so anxious that Feng Hongfei hurriedly asked Ye Hao for help: "Senior Brother Ye, this coercion is too powerful, I am not his opponent." ”

Seeing this, Ye Hao smiled bitterly and said, "Old Zou, don't be angry!" ”

"My junior brother is just gossiping, it's not a big deal."

"Hmph, Master Lu is the leader of the Southern Regions Wendao, how can he allow others to slander him. If it weren't for Ye Xiaoyou, as well as the face of Haoyang Sect, I would have abolished his cultivation! ”

Brush!

Flicked his sleeves, Zou Wenyuan took the coercion and didn't bother with Feng Hongfei.

Feng Hongfei took a few breaths, felt a little afraid, and complained: "Senior Brother Ye, it's all you, you have to gossip about that Lu Chengzhou, now that Zou Lao is unhappy, he is afraid that he will hate me, why am I Feng Hongfei so unlucky......"

Glancing at Feng Hongfei, Ye Hao said indifferently: "Don't talk nonsense, open the wooden box, and let these sixty literary cultivators understand Master Lu's poems!" ”

Immediately, Feng Hongfei opened the wooden box.

Not to mention, the wooden box has just been opened, and you can hear the sound of gurgling water, and someone blowing the flute, a poem written on rice paper, floating out of the paper, like a dragon playing in the water, floating in the air, shining a golden light.

"He is worthy of being the first poet in the Southern Regions, and even the poems are born, as if they were added special effects, which is amazing!" Ye Hao couldn't help but admire.

The crowd stared.

But I saw that the characters were arranged in mid-air and combined into a poem.

The person who made the payment was Lu Chengzhou!!

The lonely boat travels far away from the mountains, and the purple waterfall is full of clouds and smoke.

On the flute, it seems to be in the world.

The title of the poem is "Night Lonely Boat".

"Good poetry! Good poetry! ”

"It is worthy of Master Lu's work, it is really far-reaching and full of interest!"

Seeing this poem, it is like on the wave lake, and you can still hear the sound of the flute in your ears, how cowardly and free. Master Lu's water poetry is incomparable, and the realm of literature and Taoism has already broken through the realm of the Wen Palace and entered a more profound realm. ”

The voices of approval were endless, which made Ye Hao sneer a little.

Is this all good poetry?

What are the Tang poems on the 300 poems in the booklet that I got?

This group of Wen Xiu is really short-sighted, worshipping garbage as a holy thing, I don't know how they became Wen Xiu.

I saw that the sixty scholars raised their eyes and stared at the poems in the air.

Or think, or wander, or have an epiphany, or chant in a low voice!

"Let's start, if the perception is over, you can write your own experience on paper, if the artistic conception is the same as the artistic conception when Master Lu wrote the poem, you will get the affinity of the poem." City Lord Ding Yuan said loudly.

After a short time, he began to have literary cultivation, and began to write paper, expressing his own understanding.

However, none of them have gained the affinity of this psalm.

The so-called affinity is affinity, the artistic conception is the same, the poems will exude a glorious light, put into the paper of literary repair, and the words will be blessed by affinity, and they will come out of the crowd.

Time goes on little by little!

There was no Wen Xiu to get affinity, and he was connected with the artistic conception of Lu Chengzhou.

"Alas! Master Lu is Master Lu, and the profound artistic conception of his poems is not something we can experience at all. ”

"That's right! Master Lu is the first poet in the Southern Regions, and his attainments in poetry and writing, which are thick and thin, can not be comprehended by us. ”

"It's so hard! It's hard to write poetry, it's hard to understand poetry, it's even harder! If I can see Master Lu, I have no regrets in this life! ”

Not only the Wen Xiu in the field, but also the Wen Xiu who were watching sighed one after another.

I felt that I was separated from the master Lu who did not eat the fireworks of the world, and it was difficult to get close to him like a huge river.

"System, is this poem really that good, I don't feel anything about Mao?" Ye Hao asked the system.

For poetry, in his previous life, Ye Hao can be said to have grown from elementary school to adulthood, and even there are entertaining and educational programs such as poetry conferences on TV from time to time, not to mention that he has read 300 Tang poems since he was a child, but Ye Hao can still do it by chanting a few lines of poetry.

The system replied: "The host must not be presumptuous, the poetry on this continent is like a world of difference between the poetry and the world of the host's previous life, and there is no comparison. ”

"It's not how good the poem is, it's that the plane is different, and the attainment of the poem is different. Compared with the poems that the host knew and learned in his previous life, the poems on this Tianxuan Continent could only be evaluated with two words. ”

"What two words?" Ye Hao was curious.

The system replied categorically: "Garbage!! ”

Depend on!

The system's answer was too domineering, and it even called the poems and texts advocated by the Shangxiu of the Tianxuan Continent rubbish. This is no longer as simple as belittling, it is simply naked contempt!!

Ye Hao also realized that the poems of his previous life were for the poems on this Tianxuan Continent, which was a dimensionality reduction blow! Not a realm at all.

After understanding, the corners of Ye Hao's mouth hooked up a smile, nodded slightly, and there was a trace of excitement in his heart, you know, he has 300 poems, and the signatures are all his own.

Just as Ye Hao was thinking about how to use 300 poems to pretend to be a loser, the system had already scanned Lu Chengzhou's poem in mid-air.

Immediately, a string of messages like artistic conception appeared in Ye Hao's head.

Ye Hao subconsciously shouted: "Ling'er, prepare pen, ink, paper, inkstone!" ”

Yes?

Ling'er paused for a moment, and saw Ye Hao staring at the poems in mid-air, and he was actually laughing, and Ling'er couldn't help but feel a little creepy. Hurriedly took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the storage bag and put it in front of Ye Hao.

Ye Hao picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write words on the paper.

He wrote it this way: The author of "Night Lonely Boat", Master Lu, did not go boating on the water, but at night, in the Hualou house, it was raining outside, Lu Chengzhou was holding a Hualou woman in his arms, kneading each other's soft wattles, and drinking wine at the same time. Thinking that he owed a huge amount of gambling debts, thinking that he was chased and beaten by debt collectors, thinking that he had sold his confidante and had a home that he couldn't go back, tears flowed wildly, and his crotch was wet......

This passage is the message conveyed by the system to Ye Hao, and it is also the true artistic conception of Lu Chengzhou at that time to compose this poem!

It is completely different from what these Wenxiu think about boating on the water, what waterfalls and clouds, and what flutes and blue waves.

It's not boating on the water, it's outside the flower building, it's raining!

It's not the waterfall clouds, but Lu Chengzhou, kissing the mouth of the girl in Hualou!

It's not the flute and the waves, it's Lu Chengzhou who broke the leg of the girl in the flower building!