The Almighty God starts from the NPC in the crying secret room

Chapter 49 The old enemy
Naturally, others would not refuse Ye Yu's proposal, and someone immediately got into the mood and recited a poem on the spot.

I have to say that this poem written by this person is still good in the eyes of many people.

Not only everyone present nodded in praise, but many viewers in the live broadcast room also said that the poem was good.

After getting off to a good start, others wrote poems one after another.

Naturally, there are good and bad, and there is still an intuitive gap.

It doesn't take too much accumulation of poetry knowledge to tell whose poetry is better.

As the proposer, Ye Yu also improvised a poem.

As Zhang Wenling's student, Ye Yu didn't lose face to his teacher.

This poem depicting the scenery of the Great Wall is the best of all, whether it is artistic conception or others.

It has been unanimously affirmed by other people and the audience in the live broadcast room.

After Ye Yu recited the poem, a dozen or so people had a short appreciation and discussion, and all their eyes fell on Wu Ming.

"Mr. Nong, it's your turn!" Ye Yu said with a smile.

He will say this proposal, the main purpose is to test Wu Ming's strength.

We can't finish the whole party, Wu Ming said less than ten sentences in total!

When he read Wu Ming's poems before, he really felt that he still had a certain gap.

But Ye Yu is a young man after all, no matter how polite he is and how well-mannered he is, he still wants to compete with Wu Ming to some extent.

In particular, Wu Ming didn't speak much, which made Ye Yu feel unconvinced.

Xin said that if even such a small gathering, Wu Ming couldn't perform well.

So can it prove that Wu Ming's poems are just a flash in the pan?
He doesn't need to wait until later, he can stabilize Wu Ming now?
Wu Ming didn't know what Ye Yu was thinking, he just felt that he had joined the group chat.

After everyone writes a poem, he should really participate in it.

Otherwise, it would be too out of place, and it would even make people misunderstand whether he looked down on them.

"Okay. Let me think about it..." Wu Ming seemed to be meditating, but he was actually looking for a suitable poem in the usual world poetry collection.

"No problem. Don't be in a hurry. A piece of poetry can't be achieved in a hurry."

Ye Yu was smiling, but she had already begun to feel that Wu Ming was nothing more than that.

After all, Wu Ming was the last one to speak, and he had the most time.

And there are more than a dozen people in front of him to make samples for him, even if they can't copy, they can still give him some inspiration and ideas.

Ye Yu's poems are made by combining the strengths of more than a dozen people's poems, plus his own understanding and poetry skills.

Even Ye Yu was like this, let alone others.

Although they didn't directly open their mouths to mock, the look of fun and even gloating on their faces was enough to explain everything.

The audience in the live broadcast room was also a little anxious.

"Master Nong, why do you need to think about it?"

"No. Poetry is not memorizing poems, don't you want to create?"

"But the others don't seem to have thought about it for long!"

"Yes! And the quality of the poems is not bad."

"To be honest, I doubt that the anchor can really write poetry."

"It's not plagiarism, is it?"

"It shouldn't be! Such a good poem should not be unknown."

"I believe in Lord Nong!"

"Some things can't be changed just by believing."

Just when Wu Ming suspected that there were more and more bullet screens in the live broadcast room, Wu Ming started to move.

He slowly walked to the edge of the beacon tower. Before that, he was on the periphery of a dozen people, so he was far away from the best scenic spot.

Perhaps because they wanted to convince Wu Ming to "lose", the others also moved out of the way one after another, without hindering Wu Ming.

After standing in his position, Wu Ming looked at the beautiful and magnificent scenery in his sight, and said slowly:

"The Great Wall nostalgia, in the east of Japan,

The water comes out of Lulongsai (sài), and the mountains connect with Jieshi Palace.

The sand gull finally confesses, the frost tree suddenly turns red,
The sea of ​​clouds is full of air, returning to the sails and mist (ǎi). "

After reading a poem, the audience is silent.

More than a dozen people, including Ye Yu, were reminiscing about Wu Mingnian's poem.

This poem is "Out of the Capital" written by Ma Zuchang, a poet of the Yuan Dynasty.

Write a poem in memory of the ancients.

Although it is not late autumn, we can't see "the frost tree suddenly turns red".

But many of them have seen the beautiful scenery when the mountains are full of red leaves, so they can immediately outline the beautiful scenery expressed in the poem in their minds.

When Ye Yu came back to his senses, he looked at Wu Ming's back and couldn't help laughing bitterly.

Before, I thought Wu Ming was nothing more than that.

But after listening to this poem, he realized that the things they talked about before were all pediatrics in Wu Ming's eyes.

That's why Wu Ming didn't say much, but listened quietly, at most echoing a few words.

I still think about stabilizing the opponent's head, it is really a bit overpowering.

He might be able to win Wu Ming, but at least not now.

Wait until he has accumulated enough and learn more in Zhang Wenling.

Maybe he can accumulate a lot of money and surpass Wu Ming in one fell swoop.

Thinking of this, Ye Yu's eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

He laughed loudly and said, "Mr. Nong, I'm convinced!"

Others also echoed one after another, and some really admired Wu Ming's poetic talent.

Some of them didn't take it seriously, but since Ye Yu spoke highly of it, they naturally couldn't sing against it.

No one really thought that by belittling Wu Ming's poem, they could gain favor in front of Ye Yu, right?

Not to mention that this poem is really a good poem, even if it is not, Ye Yu thinks it is good, they can't tear it down!

If he did that, Wu Ming would lose a few sentences at most, but generally speaking, there would be no loss.

But if Ye Yu was disgusted, the consequences would be very serious.

Even if Ye Yu didn't have the same knowledge as them, other people would help Ye Yu kill them in order to increase their presence.

"Fuck! Why do I feel that this poem is awesome?"

"You don't need to feel it, this poem is really good!"

"Not only did I write out the scenery, but it was sublimated in the end."

"Where are the people who doubted Nongbao before? Come out and speak up?"

"They must have run with the rhythm, and now there are too many people like this."

Facing the praise from more than a dozen people in the live broadcast room, Wu Ming quickly responded:
"I'm expressing my feelings, I can't afford to be praised like this by everyone."

Sensing the humility in Wu Ming's tone, Ye Yu somewhat admired Wu Ming.

Thinking back to when he was publicly praised, he couldn't help but raise his head, wishing to look at people with his nostrils.

Compared with Wu Ming, his character has lost again.

But what does it matter?A good opponent is good for his growth.

If Wu Ming is not good enough, how can he bring out his excellence when he wins against Wu Ming?

Ye Yu is not weaker than others in his life!
Before he knew it, Ye Yu had already regarded Wu Ming as his "old enemy".

Ye Yu didn't know that Wu Ming survived a catastrophe, and his disposition was naturally better than that of him who had been smooth sailing since he was a child.

However, there is another reason for Wu Ming's humility, that is, he has no idea.

After all, he carried this poem over, and Ye Yu probably has a deeper understanding of this poem than him.

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