"Is what you say true? If you can compose poetry, show me!"

Hearing Zhuang Bufan's confident answer, to be honest, he didn't believe it, if Zhuang Bufan had this ability, he wouldn't be able to grasp this difficult topic.

You know, if he gets this theme and wants to write poetry well, he has to scratch his brain.

This made him question Zhuang Bufan.

After all, it's not difficult for a person to understand nothing, but if he knows everything, it takes a lot of time to take care of it.

"Okay, I know your words, don't be embarrassed Brother Zhuang. He can write poetry and sing, and he can understand it. However, this time the problem is so difficult, if he can't do it, there is nothing. ”

That's right, Yan Liu thinks it's good one thing.

Zhuang Bufan's way of speaking has always been a word, and it is impossible to be untargeted.

It's just that this time, his luck is not very good, and he has drawn a difficult problem, and he must be allowed to solve it in a short time, how is this possible!

"No need, I can. This is a poem about childhood that I can make right now. ”

Zhuang Bufan swore that since he had decided to make this trip to troubled waters, he would never be disgusted with this.

"Oh, is it true? If you can do it, do it now! If not, I'll refuse. At this time, Yan Fei looked at Zhuang Bufan with a puzzled face, "I can tell you, you can make a poem casually, it is a person." But it's extremely difficult to conform to the artistic conception, have you done it?"

Zhuang Bufan nodded and said, "Naturally, I can do it." ”

He rolled up his sleeves and said indifferently to these two people, "I'll write a poem, and you two will listen to it." ”

Saying that, Zhuang Bufan walked around, looked at the sky and said, "In the past, I was carefree and heartless. Today's face is easy to age, looking at the spring and autumn, how many sad things there are. Frolicking and annoying, just for half a day of greedy joy, now old, but only left a lifetime of sighs, the past years, a beautiful life. ”

Listening to Zhuang Bufan's poem, it was shocking, and the two couldn't believe that this poem came out of Zhuang Bufan's mouth, which was too powerful.

Yan Liu's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "You...... , I didn't expect you to have a poetic talent, it seems that I don't know enough about you. ”

On the other side, I thought Zhuang Bufan was joking, but he didn't take it too seriously.

But now that he saw Zhuang Bufan's poem, he was stunned on the spot, unable to believe what he heard with his ears.

Now, he is still thinking about the mood of this poem, much better than he thought.

He thought that if this theme of "childhood" was put in his hands, he would be at a loss and didn't know what to do.

"I didn't expect you to be so powerful. Why don't you go to the Poetry Fairy? If I hadn't pulled you, you wouldn't have go. ”

Yan Fei recognized Zhuang Bufan for the first time, to be exact, the "Zhuang Bi" in his mind.

Related to this, he no longer regarded the young man in front of him as Yan Liu's friend, but as a talented person.

With this hand alone, Yan Fei expected that this person named "Zhuang Bi" was from a big family, not a young man who spent his life in a small town, and he didn't know what to do.

Zhuang Bufan didn't feel that he could compose poems, but he didn't like it, he just put all the thoughts in his heart into words.

It was this point that made countless people's eyes widen and admire Zhuang Bufan.

In fact, he didn't understand why these people would seize on his poems, praise them, and tout them as classics.

At the same time, he wanted to despise the two people in front of him just now and speak highly.

said that he didn't understand poetry and bullshit, but now, he is touting it, which is not the same as in the past, which really surprised him.

At the same time, what did he see? He wanted to say to the two of them, "It's nothing. ”

However, seeing the fiery eyes of the two, he wrote down the "Memories of Childhood" that he had just written a poem on the side, for fear that his head would forget and miss a word.

In fact, the people who study martial arts are all quite good in memory, and memorizing such a poem is as easy as eating and drinking.

Today, however, there is a case of transcribing.

Zhuang Bufan watched them write down his poems, and said beside him, "You all have your own themes, why don't you write them?"

"Oh, I see!"

Yan Fei patted his head and said regretfully, "I almost forgot, I was shocked by your poems, and I didn't even have the idea of composing poems." ”

"By the way, what's my theme? I can't remember it now. ”

"It's time. Your theme is similar to mine, I believe you can do it. ”

Zhuang Bufan said on the side, reminding him a little.

Yan Fei suddenly took out a red note from his pocket, and when he heard Zhuang Bufan say this, he recalled the theme of his poem.

"That's right, my subject is quite large, and there is no problem in making poetry. ”

Speaking of this, he glanced at Zhuang Bufan and said, "Actually, this poem of yours, placed on my theme, is also very suitable. ”

When Zhuang Bufan heard this, he replied, "You want me to give you this poem and let me compose a new poem?"

Yan Fei was shocked, and hurriedly said, "No, no! I don't have this kind of thought, it's a joke here, and I'm very sure of your talent." Besides, if I do this, I'm cheating on the code, and even if I pass this level, there's still the next level to come. How can you help me then?"

Yan Fei shook his head, meditating on the side by himself, composing poems on this theme.

For some reason, with Zhuang Bufan's Zhuyu in front of him, his inspiration exploded, and he frowned on this poem.

Soon, he quickly wrote down the poem, read it, and was quite satisfied.

On the other hand, Zhuang Bufan wrote down his own poems, after all, the organizer tested it in this form.

Of course, he would ask one by one, of course not, if this is the case, one of the nearly fifty people in this courtyard will not be able to proceed to the next stage if one person recites a poem.

In addition, Yan Liu also wrote his poems very quickly, and it seems that these two are quite satisfied with their poems.

It's just that when they looked up at the same time and saw Zhuang Bufan, the expression on their faces was extremely complicated.

It seems that this poem written by Zhuang Bufan is really shocked in their hearts.

One by one, one of the servants put away the scarlet notes, and then placed them all in front of the table in the square for everyone to see.

If you have a favorite poem, you will naturally engrave a divine sense on the red note as a love for this poem.

Among them, among these poems, Murong Nan's poems are the best, and the divine consciousness obtained is the most.

Of course, this is because Zhuang Bufan's poems have not been put up, and if his poems are seen by others, they will definitely cause a commotion.

At first, like the other poems, he did not attract too much attention by the unknown people.

Until someone inadvertently saw this poem and experienced the artistic conception of this poem, they were immediately stunned.

Like the Yanfei brothers, there is an electric current in the back of their head that travels throughout their body, causing their brains to be strongly stimulated.

"Damn, look! this poem is amazing. The artistic conception is difficult to understand. ”

This attracted more people's attention and wanted to know what it was.

However, it is an evaluation given by an ordinary person, which naturally will not attract everyone's attention, and only a very famous person will promote it to make others pay attention to this.

At this moment, the second princess Yan Liuli, who was expected by everyone, appeared in front of everyone.

As soon as the door opened, they saw a woman with a melon seed face and a charming face, appearing in front of them.

Let everyone look at him intently, and then look at the man next to him, Fengshen is handsome, a talent, and those who know him well can see at a glance that he is the son of the famous general Di Qing, the fiancé of the second princess, Des.

He came, and the woman wearing a veil next to him was self-evident, and she was naturally the long-awaited second princess Yan Liuli.

Zhuang Bufan looked back and looked at the woman in front of him with a graceful figure, full of elegance.

In his heart, he said, "Is this the second princess Yan Liuli?"

He swept his electronic magic eye, and just like Mu Wanyi, he couldn't see the true face hidden in the veil.

This made him full of curiosity, "It seems that the masters in Yancheng are really unfathomable. ”

When Zhuang Bufan was looking at Mu Wanyi, he stayed for a while longer, just because he couldn't see through the face inside the veil.

Because of this, he was caught by Yan Fei and was called by him tirelessly.

Someone came out again, constantly exchanging rules, spitting out saliva, but never realizing their mistake.

Disgust appeared in front of him, giving his head a headache, "What, it's singing constantly, and as soon as the crazy expression comes out, it gives me a headache." ”

Ahhh

What are you doing, why are you mentally torturing me so that my bowels kink together and you don't understand anything.

Gollum ......

What is this person doing, why is he irritated when he wakes up?

And what else can he say? Again and again, he has obtained a rich inheritance, which makes you smile.

I don't have much to say about it, but what is there?

Squatting on the ground, hair standing on end, someone going out, the door open, what are you doing?

As soon as the evil demon appeared, he was confused and miserable.

The pressure increased dramatically, and the feeling of headache swept over and over again, spreading throughout the body.

"You're finally here, I thought you weren't coming back!"

At this moment, as the owner of the attic, Yu Wenhua came to her and said with a smile.

At this time, the second princess nodded, and a nice voice came out of her mouth, "Haven't I always come? ”

She'd been here in previous years, and it wasn't the first time she'd been late.

After all, there are more people who want to see the second princess Yan Liuli at the assembly outside, and besides, she can't stay here for a long time, that is, take a look at it at will, wait for a while, and leave it.

Yu Wenhua nodded, looked at Dis again, said something to him, and invited them to come to the stage together.

Of course, he also told them about the "Poetry Immortal Conference" and invited them to draw lots to make a poem.

The second princess's poetry is admirable, everyone wants to see her poems, she made a poem under the urging of everyone, which is very good and has been praised.

On the other side, Mu Wanyi, who had been reading the poems on the big round table and hadn't noticed the arrival of the second princess, had beautiful eyes lit up after seeing the poems written by Zhuang Bufan, and couldn't help but read it out loud.

This point made the people on the side hear it, a little curious, he knows this girl well, and she is a person who doesn't like to show affection.

Now, when I see a poem, but I am attracted to read it, it must be this poem, excellent, excellent!

"What kind of poem touched your heart, junior sister?"

On the side, there was a sword at his waist, and a young man in a colorful suit took a closer look and wanted to ask.

This young man is Mu Wanyi's senior brother, named Jiang Gan, and his cultivation has reached the half-king realm.

Mu Wanyi looked back, heard her brother's doubts, and replied, "It's this poem about childhood, it's really wonderful." ”

"Oh, yes. Then I'll take a look at it too. ”

Jiang Gan came to the side and saw this poem, and the more he looked at it, the more wonderful his expression became.

The person who wrote this poem is so talented that I have to admire it. It seems that there is a comparison with Murong Nan's poems. ”

Jiang Gan finished reading it and praised it. At the same time, his eyes moved down and he saw the signature, Zhuang Bi.

It made his expression a little weird, "Well, that's an interesting name, too." ”

As he spoke, he continued to look, a little wanting to know who this person named "Zhuang Bi" was.

On the other side, the arrival of the second princess dispelled this idea.

Among them, Yu Wenhua also talked with them for a while, and the second princess and her fiancé Di Si came to Mu Wanyi's front and said with a smile, "Seriously, the two women who are like a beautiful woman, when they meet now, I don't know who is more beautiful." ”

After all, both girls are covered with saris, making it impossible to see their true faces.

"Sister, you're here. The second princess, Yan Liuli, saw Mu Wanyi here, her eyes lit up, and she smiled at her.

Mu Wanyi smiled back and said to the second princess, "Wrong, this should be what I said." I've been waiting for my sister here for a long time, and it's only now that you came, but my previous hard work was not in vain. ”

"Oh, yes. But I saw my sister, you are fascinated by what you are watching here, and you don't see me coming at all. And I came to you and you found out. ”

Listening to the second princess's teasing, Mu Wanyi lowered her head and said shyly, "Indeed, I saw a poem, which was written very well, and I was fascinated by it, so I forgot about your arrival, sister." ”

As soon as she heard this, she aroused the curiosity of the second princess, "Yes, who wrote the poem that attracted my sister's attention, and I didn't even notice everything in the outside world." ”

Mu Wanyi pointed lightly and pointed to a red note, "Oh, it's the red note in front of me, and the poems on it are quite meaningful." My sister can appreciate it together and appreciate the beauty in it. ”

The place Mu Wanyi was referring to was the poem written by Zhuang Bufan.

The second princess looked in the direction she was pointing, saw this poem, and read it along, and the more she read, the brighter her eyes were as bright as rubies.

"It's really good, it's a good poem. ”

Just one sentence, which attracted everyone's attention.

In the past, everyone looked at the poems written by famous people, and they didn't even look at the unknown people.

Now, with the praise of the two beauties, everyone has to look at Zhuang Bufan's poems.

This look, it's amazing, everyone read it, so that these hundreds of people heard this poem, and their hearts trembled.

"Zhuang Bi, I don't know who Your Excellency Zhuang Bi is, can you meet him?"

At this time, Yu Wenhua saw the signature on it, looked around, and wanted to find out this person named "Zhuang Bi" and see what kind of person would have such an amazing performance.

At this time, Yan Liuer looked at Zhuang Bufan with an envious expression on his face.

Especially Yan Fei, who came to Zhuang Bufan's side, arched his hand, and smiled at him, "Look, the goddess you like also likes your poems, I didn't expect you to be really powerful, which makes people faintly jealous." ”

After speaking, he pushed Zhuang Bufan out and shouted loudly, "It's him!

Everyone's eyes looked at him, and surprised and puzzled expressions appeared on everyone's faces, not expecting that the person who made this poem would be so young.

According to the artistic conception of this poem, the person who made this poem should be an old man.

Even if he is not an old man, he should be an old man who has experienced vicissitudes. Read the latest chapter of "Wuzun: Zhuang Bufan's Claw Book House" for free for the first time.