The Internet celebrity participated in the role of Wolf Warrior, and the whole Internet scolded him

I'm afraid it's mentally handicapped?

There is nothing to say, just pick a thorn in the Spring Festival?

Chapter 760

"Chundian, incision, the most important thing is to rhyme, otherwise, others will not be able to remember."

"This kind of rhyme is similar to poetry and poetry!"

"Judging from the 'cut' level of your writing, you definitely don't have that high talent, you can't write poetry at all, you are just cheating!"

"I suspect that you didn't write your poems and songs yourself!"

Liu Mouda felt that at this moment he was like a hero holding a big stick, beating a shameless dog in the water!

He felt that it was impossible for Li Jiahang to say anything about him this time!

Strictly speaking, those poems and songs, including Ghost Blowing the Lantern, were not created by Li Jiahang. They were all famous works in the original world.

But in this world, no.

Since he didn't have one, he spent a lot of shock points to buy it from the system. If these works are not his, then whose?

"Liu Mouda, do you dare to write a poem on the spot?"

Li Jiahang smiled and said something casually.

This time, Liu Mouda was a little confused.

Will he dare to write poetry on the spot?

It seems...not too dare!

He is a novelist, and a very famous novelist in China.

But poetry is indeed not his strong point!

He used several original poems in his novel "The Code of the Western Regions", and he wrote and rewritten them, changed them again and again...

What are you doing now?

Liu Mouda and Song Qian looked at each other, then turned their heads to look at the screen, then gritted their teeth and sneered, "Come on!"

He felt that Li Jiahang was cheating him.

Netizens in the live broadcast room are excited again.

Many people in the art world know that Li Jiahang left two poems in Yanjing Art Museum, and they all think those two poems are very good!

This time, they really wanted to see what outstanding works Li Jiahang would write when he offered to write poetry?

Liu Mouda looked at Li Jiahang on the screen in front of him, and said with a sneer, "You said you want to write poetry, so I'll let you come first."

"No, no, this is a bit of a bully."

Li Jiahang looked calm, and said calmly: "You decide the topic, and I will follow what you say. In case you say that I am tampering with the topic."

Liu Mouda blushed when he said a plain word.

but......

At this time, he didn't refuse!

nonsense!

Poetry was not his strong point, if he refused at this time, how could he slap Li Jiahang in the face?

The most important thing is, what kind of questions are used to stump Li Jiahang?

no no!

When Liu Mouda spoke, he finally remembered a key question.

The question now is not what titles he uses to confuse Li Jiahang, but what poems can he come up with?

Original, impossible!

With the ink in his stomach, he can write novels, but if he comes up with an original poem anytime, is that funny?

What's more, he usually doesn't write poetry.

Then...

Only a very unpopular ancient poem he had read before was used!

"It's late autumn now, so let's use autumn night as the theme!"

Liu Mouda finally thought of a way, his excited eyes widened, and he said: "The night is long and sleepless, and the autumn air is clear, and the candles are cut frequently. The sycamore trees are full of the moon, and the moon is bright in the gaps in the sycamore trees."

Skillful!

Li Jiahang happened to have read this poem.

This time, his expression suddenly became a little weird.

In Liu Mouda's eyes, Li Jiahang was convinced!

Let one of his poems directly convince him!

This feeling... so cool!

"Li Jiahang, if you can't write it, just admit defeat!"

Liu Mouda was happy!

Victory is in sight, and the opportunity to trample Li Jiahang to death is at hand!

This feeling is so refreshing!

only......

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown."

When playing poetry, if Li Jiahang loses to others, it will definitely be a shame.

Not to mention the "Three Hundred Tang Poems" that he had recited in his head since he was a child, he didn't know much information in his system.

Did Liu Mouda compete with him in poetry?

Dreaming!

really......

A second ago, Liu Mouda, who was still somewhat complacent, was dumbfounded when he heard Li Jiahang recite "Thoughts in a Quiet Night".

Wujue, every sentence has a strong visual sense, and the words are very simple and catchy.

Compared with his song, it is stronger in terms of rhythm...a lot.

Li Jiahang was also muttering in his heart: Lao Li, we are all from Lao Li's family, I borrow a poem, you don't mind if I use it?

At this time, Liu Mouda's expression changed, and he waved his hands in disgust: "Okay, although it's still a little irregular, but I can barely pass it!"

"This is the second question..."

"You were the one who asked the question the first time. Teacher Li should answer the second question, right?" At this moment, Xu Sanshi, who was silent beside Li Jiahang, suddenly said something.

Liu Mouda's face collapsed at that moment.

If Li Jiahang had another autumn night, what would he do?

"Okay, but what I mean is that the second competition should be words!"

"I think it's better to use the name of the word brand 'Shui Tiao Ge Tou'?"

"Liu Mouda, don't go too far!" Xu Sanshi's expression also turned cold.

Well said, one question per person.

Now Li Jiahang was supposed to come up with the topic, but before Li Jiahang could say anything, this Liu Mouda decided the topic on his own initiative!

Liu Mouda sneered: "Why did I go too far?"

"you......"

"It's all right."

Li Jiahang smiled and waved his hands: "Old Xu, there's no need. Water Tune Ge Tou, just Shui Tiao Ge Tou."

Chapter 761

"But......"

"It's okay, isn't it just a poem, it's nothing."

Li Jiahang still looked relaxed, as calm as he could be.

Netizens in the live broadcast room are very excited!

Especially those who have always liked Li Jiahang, and those who have seen Li Jiahang's poems in the Yenching Art Museum, are pulled by their sons and grandchildren in front of the mobile phone, looking at the screen on everything...

"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. "

A classic masterpiece of Su Shi's "Water Tune Getou When Will the Bright Moon Come" directly crushed the audience!

As soon as the first sentence "When is the bright moon" came out, the live broadcast room became quiet, and there were a lot fewer people posting barrage.

By the time the second sentence asked the wine to come out, the live broadcast room was completely quiet.

Sentence by sentence, the audience listened to each sentence and were stunned.

Those who had prepared pens and paper and wanted to record it were also stunned.

Liu Mouda was even more unbearable.

He even had some doubts about life.

Those words rushed directly into his heart, smashing the pride in his heart to pieces!

This first word, every sentence, every paragraph, is drawn out as a model like a textbook!

Compare?

How can he compare with Li Jiahang?

With the half-baked "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" in his mind?

If he said it, what else could he do besides being ashamed?

Not only is it embarrassing, but it is also thrown into the cracks in the ground!

Liu Mouda was dumbfounded, and stayed there, unable to say a word.

Beside him, Song Qian, who had been cheering for Liu Mouda, stopped at this moment, and began to doubt life.

This talent...

Song Qian suddenly felt that he and Liu Mouda were like two clowns...

Do not!

wrong!

Li Jiahang must not have such a talent!

Just thinking about it, Song Qian gritted his teeth again, shook his head vigorously, and comforted himself in his heart, Li Jiahang must have bought it from somewhere...

This kind of charm is definitely not what he can write!

but......

After a brief silence, the live broadcast room was boiling!

"Groove! Groove! Groove! Groove! Groove!"

"However, the old man has no culture, and a word of shit goes around the world."

"This word is invincible!"

"Fuck..."

Of course, among the people watching the live broadcast, there are quite a few educated people, and there are also many literary people who can comment on it.