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Chapter 255 He almost believed that he was really awesome
of pride.

Just as Yan Song was thinking about how the rushing self could use the advantage of foresight to kill Xu Xian in the bud, suddenly there was a burst of applause from around him.

If it is said that Yan Song’s song “Who knows the Chinese food on the plate is full of hard work, there is still an element of performance, and it may be prepared in advance, then Xu Xian’s two poems of the same root and origin can be completely guessed. I improvised.

After all, who would have thought that Yan Song would come to such a song of pity for farmers today?So no one would presciently prepare two poems in advance to slap the face.

More importantly. Two songs!
One song is enough for face-slapping, right?
Only when you really improvise and create on the spot will you have a sudden whim and shoot a double-cannon with both bows and arrows, right?
Well, Xu Xian said that he only needs one shot, and the reason why he gets two shots is entirely because the system poems buy one and get one free, don't want it for nothing.

Seeing a group of little turtles around him applaud the little poem he got in exchange for a little awesomeness, Xu Xian unconsciously developed a sense of superiority in IQ.

And this sense of superiority was well understood by Yan Song as complacency and provocation to himself.

provocative?

As an old enemy in his previous life (he thought it was), what Yan Song couldn't stand the most was the provocation of this bastard who ruined his reputation.

Therefore, Xu Xian just made a slight provocation, but Yan Song couldn't bear it.

A desire to compete for strength came spontaneously again.

"Brother Hanwen, you are really good at poetry. You can improvise poems on the spot, and you can make two poems at a time."

Looking at Xu Xian with a slightly unhappy expression, Yan Song turned his head and looked out the window.

At this time, night had fallen, and a full moon hung high in the sky. Yan Song stared at it for a long time, sighed, and looked away.

"The moonlight is just right today, and it shines into the atrium. I feel sorry for my brother. I write a poem. Please appreciate it in Chinese!"

With a kind of competitive mind, Yan Song watched Xu Xian say every word, and after finishing speaking, he didn't care whether Xu Xian should respond or not, so he read it on his own.

"On the moon afternoon in the spring garden, the fragrant mash is swaying and the light is dancing. Stepping around the corridor, the half-fallen plum blossoms give birth to the fragrance."

Turning his gaze from the ground to the sky just right, looking at the full moon, Yan Song continued to read the second half, "Light clouds and mist are always the place for young people to enjoy themselves. It's not like autumn light, it's just a heartbreak with Liren."

This poem, whether it is in terms of the gorgeous rhetoric or the artistic conception of the poem, is much higher than the previous poem about pity farmers.

As for the many students present, although not many have real talents, and not many can recite poems correctly, they still have more or less comprehension and appreciation abilities.

therefore
As soon as Yan Song finished reciting a poem, it aroused applause.

After finishing reading, Yan Song gave Xu Xian a slightly provocative look, as if saying: I have spoken your lines, let's see what you do.

How to do?
Xu Xian didn't need to think about how to deal with this problem. His words were copied, and he didn't know about it. Therefore, Xu Xian didn't get the slightest hint of provocation in Yan Song's demeanor.

so.
After meeting Yan Song's provocative gaze, Xu Xian was not angry at all, leisurely picked up the wine glass on the table, and drank the wine in the glass again.

This thing can improve your cultivation, if you don't drink it, it will be wasted!
Seeing Xu Xian's leisurely look, as if he didn't take himself seriously at all, Yan Song felt that his temples were bulging, and he was completely angry.

In his opinion, the poems that Xu Xian can produce at the right time and situation are naturally the best he can make.

Therefore, he stole Xu Xian's lines. Xu Xian did not dare to challenge because he did not have better poems.

But Xu Xian was obviously cowardly, but Xu Xian still showed a look of disdain and leisurely, which made Yan Song, who had been tortured for hundreds of years in the hatred of Xu Xian, feel even more furious.

"Brother Hanwen, what do you think of the poem "Brother?"

Feeling that Xu Xian didn't dare to fight, how could Yan Song let go of his old enemy, and asked deliberately provocatively.

Hearing this, Xu Xian filled his wine glass leisurely, drank it down again, and nodded to Yan Song, "Very good!"

Xu Xian felt that there was nothing wrong with his answer. If you ask how it is, I think it's good, so I'll tell you it's good.

As for deeper insights, get rid of it. He even obtained his childhood fame with the help of the system, so how could he have such a high appreciation ability?

Is it possible that he has to say what kind of techniques the poem uses, what kind of artistic conception it borrows, and what kind of feelings the poet expresses, can it be considered a complete word review?

Get rid of, the descendants who write these word reviews, you add the original author's emotions when creating, does the original author know?

However, Xu Xian thought so, Yan Song didn't think so.

In his mind, this poem was originally created by Xu Xian, and he just took advantage of his foresight to take it over.

Maybe if he didn't say it himself, Xu Xian wouldn't think about it in this poem, but if he took out the words himself, Xu Xian would definitely have a deep understanding after listening to it.

And now, a good one.
Yan Song felt that Xu Xian was completely perfunctory.

That's right, Xu Xian is a bastard with a villain's heart and no tolerance for others. I can't see myself writing better poems than him!

Thinking of this, Yan Song looked at Xu Xian without anger.

Seeing Xu Xian drinking glass after glass of the wine he added, he couldn't help cursing inwardly.

drink!drink!drink you to death!The more you drink, the faster you die!

Cursing in his heart, the indignation in Yan Song's heart turned into practical actions.

"I've heard for a long time that Brother Hanwen's poems are excellent, and the moonlight is just right today. I'm going to offer a piece of advice for my brother. I don't know if Brother Hanwen has any good poems. I want to share them for everyone to appreciate."

Hearing this, the wine glass in Xu Xian's hand paused slightly.

"System, what happened to Yan Song, after rebirth, something went wrong with his brain?

Such an obvious provocation to me, is it because I am afraid that I will not find that he is targeting me, and that I will not feel that he has been reborn? "

Yes, Xu Xian was very puzzled. As his first serious opponent after getting the system, he was ready to deal with it seriously.

结果
I've already taken off my pants, you told the two Ts who downloaded it for seven days and seven nights, what kind of calabash baby is Quan Te?

"Cough cough!"

Hearing his host's complaint, Su Luo couldn't help but blush a little.

He coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, and only spoke to comfort him after finishing his words.

"The enemies encountered in the rise of the host will naturally not be too difficult to deal with.

A small boss in Novice Village, the host should not be too demanding, okay?

It's good to have a rival, what kind of bicycle do you need? Right? "

"Ah~" Xu Xian was confused, not knowing how to answer.

What bike?Where did you get the bike from?Who wants a bike?What is a bicycle?
No, that's not the point.

The point is.
"System, you still didn't say, why does it seem that after Yan Song was reborn, his brain became even more difficult. I remember that he was quite a smart person before!

Could it be that after rebirth, people's brains will be broken because of rebirth? "

To be honest, he has been thinking about the future, if he accidentally dies, he will have a chance to do it all over again.

However, now it seems that this rebirth is obviously a bit unreliable!
A good living person, after being reborn, turned into a fool with a disabled brain.

A person with a normal IQ, while wanting to blackmail himself, how can he tease himself so endlessly, he almost wants to write on his face that he has opinions on himself and wants to hurt himself.

And you just use 'my poem' to run on me, because you are afraid that I won't find out that you are reborn or something?

Sensing Xu Xian's true thoughts and listening to Xu Xian's puzzled question, Su Luo was speechless for a while.

"Ahem. That's purely the first time working, and I'm not proficient in the business.

Don't have such high requirements for hands-on work. As you become proficient in the business, the probability and degree of accidents will become less and less in the future. "

Xu Xian was puzzled by this answer.

Suspiciously looking at Yan Song who was waiting for him to compose a poem like a retard, Xu Xian had a flash of inspiration, feeling that he had comprehended the answer that the system said——

What the system wants to express should be that Yan Song is playing rebirth for the first time, and he is not very proficient. It may be that he didn't develop his own brain well during rebirth.

This kind of thing will not have such a big impact when you do it more often and become proficient.

Thinking he figured this out, Xu Xian glanced at Yan Song with envy—according to the meaning of the system, this person is still an existence with a rebirth physique.

At least that proficiency in the business shows that it is not only once or twice that can be reborn.

Received the envy from Xu Xian's eyes, Yan Song was slightly taken aback, feeling that with such a deep city, he couldn't figure out what the envious eyes meant.

Just when Yan Song was puzzled, Xu Xian put down his wine glass, got up and walked to the window.

"Since brother Weizhong has something to say, how dare younger brother not obey!"

Standing by the bed, looking at the moon outside the window, Xu Xian once again called out in his heart the bragging system that he relied on to become awesome.

"System, find some poems about the moon!"

Following Xu Xian's request, the system interface in front of him changed, and what appeared was the name of a poem about the moon that he couldn't see at a glance.

Seeing this, Xu Xian was stunned, and there were so many words about the moon.

"System, pick the cheapest one!"

I still owe the system's awesome value, so I can't spend it indiscriminately.

then
Following Xu Xian's request, he saw...a poem that he was very familiar with that met his request.

How familiar are you?Familiar to the point that he just listened to it again.

Now the truth is revealed.

It turned out that the word I was 'robbed' was the cheapest song in the system.

"Then recommend the most expensive one!"

After making the request, Xu Xian paced from the window, whispering

"When is the bright moon? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace of heaven. I want to go home by the wind, but I am afraid that the high place will be too cold. Dance to understand the shadow, why is it like in the world."

"Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, the low-lying household, and sleepless nights. There should be no hatred. What is the long-term relationship? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. "

As soon as this word came out, the whole room was silent, even Yan Song, who thought he had suppressed Xu Xian by a margin, was stunned there.

This... seems to be incomparable!
However.
Seeing that everyone was stunned, Xu Xian's eyes lit up, and he called out again, "System, play another song!"

Then, under the shocked eyes of everyone, Xu Xian paced around again, and threw out another poem from his mouth as if he didn't want money.

"Looking at the distance from the height, you can see the sky thousands of miles away, and there are no traces of clouds. The osmanthus flies to the place where the light shoots, and it is cold for a day. The autumn green. tree calendar."

"I was drunk and clapped my hands and sang wildly. I held up my arms to invite the moon, and the shadows became three guests. I danced and wandered under the wind and dew. I don't know what night it is. I wanted to ride the wind, but I turned back. Why ride the wings of the roc. In the Crystal Palace, a flute was blown off .”

system hint
"The awesome value from Xiaotiangou ++2123!"

"The amazing value from Qin Guan is +417!"

"The amazing value from Yan Song is +1421!"

"The amazing value from Cai Jing is +221!"

"From."

Exceeded!

Exceeded!

Pay off!

Seeing his arrears being paid off in one day, seeing the incredible value that was still getting in, and seeing the completely bewildered people in the hall, Xu Xian was ecstatic in his heart.

At this moment, he almost believed it - he is really awesome!

(End of this chapter)