Chapter 240

"Is that going to be the case?" said the willow snake.

Before the word assignment exam, there will indeed be many people who bet on the questions. However, the topic was set by Liu Lang Snake himself, Zhuang Yisheng happened to bet on the topic, and someone happened to provide him with such a peerless poem, the probability of this kind of thing happening is too low.

If such a poem is taken out, it will become famous in the six countries in a short time. How can a person who can write such a poem catch a knife for others?

Lin Ruopu understood Liu Lang Snake's question, but now he had no choice.

"How do you know that he is not cheating, you have heard his other poems, if a person has a poetic talent, there will not be only one. There is only one poem, which may not have been copied. ”

Liu Lang Snake was asked, yes, why did Zhuang Yisheng only write one poem.

............

Full Jade Building.

Zhuang Yisheng no longer knows how many poems he has written.

He was probably really a little drunk, carrying an ink pen in his hand, and the little leper followed suit, holding an inkstone behind him.

He wrote on the screen: The flat forest desert is like smoke, and the cold mountains are sad and blue. Twilight into the high-rise building, some people upstairs worried......

He wrote on the pillar: Young chivalry, befriended Wuduxiong. Liver and gallbladder holes, hair shrugging. In the conversation, life and death are the same. A promise is worth ......

He wrote on the floor: sword at the waist, talk about bullets. Respect the wine, can be different. In addition, the old people are newly embraced, and the Han altar is celebrated. The horse leather shroud should swear to himself, and the moth eyebrows said solemnly. But from now on......

He also wrote on the skirt of the singer: raising his head to the northwest clouds, leaning on the sky and swordsman. People say that here, see you in the middle of the night, and the bullfighting is bright. I feel that the mountains are high, the pool is empty and the water is cold, and the moon and stars are light. When the rhino is watched, he is afraid of the railing, the wind and thunder are angry, and the fish and dragon are miserable......

Drunk and singing, splashing ink at will, every word is like spirituality, if a mad monk, if a beggar, if a child, if a beauty...... It's a great thing to watch.

Everyone present was shocked, they were immersed in the sea of poetry, but they themselves were as small as dust.

Zhuang Yisheng wrote one poem after another, some of which are complete poems, and some of which are just fragments, but there is no doubt that every word is beautiful, and every piece can shake the past and the present.

Li Hanshan's cheeks were covered in cold sweat, he boasted that he was the first poet in the Six Kingdoms, but there are many poems here, and he has spent his whole life, not to mention one poem, but he can't write a single sentence.

My hands couldn't help but tremble, seeing so many famous articles, how could I mention it in the future.

He raised the poetry talent of the Six Kingdoms to an unattainable level, and everyone could only follow him and eat farts in the future.

These verses will soon spread out and throughout the Six Kingdoms. When the time comes, everyone can't help but ask: Who wrote these verses?

Answer: Zhuang Yisheng

Q: Who is Zhuang Yisheng?

Answer: The Zhuang Yisheng who plagiarized Zhang Yueshan.

Then everyone will think: how can someone who can write these poems plagiarize.

Could it be that there is something wrong with the matter itself.

This is Zhuang Yisheng's plan, and after pondering for several days, he can only use poetry to break the situation. Poetry is easy to circulate and has a great impact.

Don't look at his crazy state at the moment, his heart is still awake, after all, Zhuang Yisheng has always been very reluctant.

Now in the hall, the students who originally crusaded against Zhuang Yisheng all wondered: Could these poems have also been copied by him.

But if it's copied, who can copy so much.

If it weren't for copying, Zhuang Yisheng, who wrote such poems, would really cheat.

Or plagiarized Zhang Yueshan.

Zhang Yueshan, he is not worthy.

......

The happiest on the field is the old bustard of Manyulou, this poem was written, and Manyulou became a holy place for students all over the world in the future. Mo said that in the Xin Kingdom, even if you look at the six countries, Manyulou is the only one in the world.

Man Yulou is going to be famous.

She could already think of the endless stream of pilgrims who came here after becoming famous.

"Be careful, don't stain Zhuang Gongzi's ink treasure, ruin a word, I will tear your face. The old bustard said: "Don't go quickly, serve Zhuang Gongzi well." ”

The singers of the Manyulou surrounded Zhuang Yisheng.

"Childe, I'll pour wine with you!"

"Childe, I'll wipe your sweat for you. ”

"Childe, I'll sharpen the ink for you. ”

......

The little leper was pushed aside, and he was completely useless.

Zhuang Yisheng suddenly smelled a burst of fragrance, and Murong stepped forward with the inkstone in his hand.

"Childe, I'll hold the inkstone for you. ”

Zhuang Yisheng glanced at her and saw that although her face was covered with black veil, her beautiful eyes were still very amorous.

Suddenly laughed loudly, reached out to wrap his hand around Murong Youyou's waist, pulled her into his arms, and took off the black veil on her face.

A peerless face appeared in front of everyone.

It's beautiful!

Everyone was stunned.

Legend has it that Murong Youyou has a peerless appearance, but very few people have seen her, and when she sees her today, she knows that the heavenly immortals will also descend to earth.

Ice skin and snow skin, one part is too fat, one part is too thin, no increase or loss is just right. It's like a beautiful face carved with a carving knife.

But who in the world has such means to carve such a beauty.

And such a beauty was held in Zhuang Yisheng's arms.

"Bold fanatics, let go of the beauty. ”

"Don't panic, girl, I'll save you. ”

"Let me do it. ”

Zhuang Yisheng suddenly lowered his head and imprinted it on Murong's faint and seductive red lips. Murong Youyou's body tightened, he couldn't stop struggling, and suddenly he used his strength to bite Zhuang Yisheng's lips, and then he broke free.

Zhuang Yisheng's lips were bleeding and he was covered in alcohol, but he was not annoyed at all, he just laughed out loud.

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful!"

"Dengzi, you are too rude. Murong said angrily.

But I saw Zhuang Yisheng laughing, and wrote a poem on the wall:

There is a beautiful woman who will never forget it.

I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy.

The phoenix soars, seeking the phoenix from all over the world.

Helpless beauty, not on the east wall.

The piano will be substituted for words, and the conversation will be heartfelt......

Murong Youyou was just about to have a seizure, but when he saw this poem on the white wall, he was speechless.

This person's poetry is unparalleled.

Zhuang Yisheng staggered and staggered as he walked, he picked up his pen and wrote the last poem on the wall:

I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the comers after.

Thinking of the world and the world, I was alone and wept.

Everyone in the hall couldn't take their eyes off, this poem has a sense of grandeur and great sadness.

I can't see it in front, I can't see it in the back, the world is long, and I am alone.

The bigger the world, the smaller it is, and the more obvious the loneliness becomes.

This poem has only four lines, and it is written about loneliness, and the loneliness of the world has been written.

Because of loneliness, I can't say anything, I can only sing long songs and cry, and I can only cry bitterly.

Everyone felt choked on something in their chests, and they wanted to say something, but they couldn't say anything.

Zhuang Yisheng stood there with his pen in his hand, although there were many people around, but he seemed to be only one person.

He was so lonely.

If there is a great loneliness, there must be great pride.

How can such a person cheat, and how can he disdain cheating.

Zhang Yueshan is not worthy.

Li Hanshan is not worthy either.

The students of the six countries together are not worthy.

Because he is only one man, he cannot see his companions for a thousand years forward, and he cannot see anyone for a thousand years backwards.

Climbing alone, with no companions in sight, no one in sight.

When I crossed the hill, I found that there was no one waiting.