Douluo Continent

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk.In ancient times, sages and sages were lonely, and only the drinker kept his name.

In the old days, Wang Chen had a feast of peace and joy, and he was happily fighting for wine.What is the owner's word for less money, you have to sell to the king.

Five-flowered horses, Qianjin Qiu, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you. "

When Yuan Fuyu's voice fell, the whole place fell silent. Everyone stared at him with their eyes wide open.

At this moment, everyone present, including Snake Spear Douluo and Porpoise Douluo who were hiding in the dark to protect Qian Renxue, as well as Sword Douluo behind Ning Fengzhi, were stunned, and everyone's face was filled with emotion. Shocking.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice suddenly shouted: "Good! Good! Good! Good poetry, good poetry!"

The person who spoke was none other than Ning Fengzhi. At this time, his eyes were wide open, his face was flushed, his expression was filled with ecstasy and excitement, and even his lips were trembling slightly.

He is a literati himself, and he also likes to recite poems and write poems.

At this time, when he heard such a poem, he couldn't hold back, and cheered on the spot.

And his voice also awakened everyone in the field, and for a while, applause and cheers sounded like thunder:

"This poem is so good! I can't help myself when I hear it!"

"I'm afraid this poem is the pinnacle of drinking poetry since ancient times. The future generations are terrifying, and the later generations are terrifying!"

"Good poetry! This is really good poetry! After listening to this poem, I don't think what I've heard before can't even be considered a poem!"

several ministers commented.

Ning Fengzhi's face was red and he was breathing heavily, and said loudly: "This poem is full of five tones and has an extraordinary atmosphere. It is full of writing and full of ink, and the emotions are extremely sad and angry, and the words are extremely bold and calm. It has a momentum that shocked the ancient and modern times." and power! This is a work that will be handed down from generation to generation, a work that will be handed down from generation to generation!"

Emperor Xueye also stood up and said at the top of his lungs: "This poem has great ups and downs. The mood of the poem suddenly rises and falls, turning from sadness to joy, to wildness, to anger, then to wildness, and finally ends with 'eternal sorrow'. The response to the beginning of the poem is as powerful as a rushing river, with twists and turns, vertical and horizontal twists and turns, and the appearance of being able to carry a cauldron! This poem is a famous poem for the ages! It will leave its name in history!"

Xue Qinghe also blushed and praised: "This poem has the writing style of a song, and it also has the uncanny craftsmanship of 'breaking the path of the pen and ink'. It can neither be learned by deliberate carving, nor can it be achieved by hasty writing." . The whole article is mainly composed of seven words, and is broken up by thirty or fifty words, which are extremely varied and intricate. The poems are mainly composed of prose, and are also touched by short antitheses. The rhythm is fast and changing, unrestrained but not flowing. Yi! This poem is an unprecedented work! The pinnacle of poetry throughout the ages!"

Sword Douluo had the same excitement on his face: "Although I am not a scholar, I can still understand this poem. The whole poem is full of emotions. Regardless of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, it surges like a river. It is unstoppable, with ups and downs, and dramatic changes. Awe-inspiring!"

Qian Renxue looked straight at Yuan Fuyu, her eyes flashing with passion. Because of her identity, she had read countless famous works, but none of them could compare to this one.

From this poem, she felt Yuan Fuyu's aloofness and arrogance, his contempt for the powerful, his heroic and uninhibited feelings, and his anger at his lack of talent and his own situation.

She admired his talent and character, his arrogance and arrogance, and his situation and situation made her feel distressed.

She suddenly felt that she and Yuan Fuyu were the same kind of people.

In the past, she always boasted that she was not inferior to men, and could even do better than men.

But now, when she faced Yuan Fuyu's poem, she knew that she was wrong. She was not as good as Yuan Fuyu. Even if she spent her whole life, she would not be able to write poems of this level.

At the same time, she felt extremely curious about Yuan Fuyu, and she decided in her heart that she could have more contact with him in the future.

If others were fond of and shocked by Yuan Fuyu's poems, then Ning Zhao was disgusted and horrified.

He thought he was certain to win. As long as Yuan Fuyu's poems were not an overwhelming advantage, he would definitely win.

But now, something he didn't expect happened. Yuan Fuyu's poems really gained an overwhelming advantage. Even people with little knowledge can tell who is good and who is bad.

This also means that he lost and was still crushed.

Ning Zhao's face turned completely gray, and he even became a little unsteady.

I have been addicted to poetry for more than 30 years, but I can't compare to a young child.

His own reputation is over.

Ning Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had seen a life-saving straw, and said: "This poem was not written by you, absolutely not. Where did you get all these insights at such a young age? It must have been stolen from someone else!"

Everyone frowned when they heard this, and Yuan Fuyu said:

"Your name is Ning Zhao. Isn't it inappropriate to conclude that this work is not written by me just because of your young age and lack of experience?"

"Besides, this theme was created by Sect Leader Ning on the spot. Why did you say it was done secretly? You don't believe your Sect Master."

Ning Zhao shook his head: "No, maybe you have prepared a lot of poems."

Ning Fengzhi also shook his head: "Indeed, this is not enough evidence."

Seeing this, Qian Renxue spoke up: "Sect Master Ning, Ning Zhao's words are too arbitrary. With just one sentence and insufficient experience, do you plan to put the name of 'literary thief' on Young Master Yuan? Moreover, , such an eternal masterpiece has been given to others to steal?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard me, how dare she do that.

But everyone thought again, this is correct, who would let others steal such a masterpiece handed down from ancient times?

At this moment, Yuan Fuyu asked He Qingfeng: "In the opinion of 'Sir' Ning Zhao, how can I prove that I have the ability to write poetry?"

Ning Zhao glanced at him, thought for a while and said, "Just write another poem of the same level."

hiss!

Everyone took a deep breath when they heard the words.

Do another poem of the same level?

Still "can"?

Ordinary people will never be able to compose a masterpiece in a lifetime, let alone a poem of the same theme.

This is like someone who scored [-] points in a basketball game, but he wants others to score another [-] points.

Phenomenal performance and phenomenal works can be found wherever you want.

This is clearly difficult for the strong.

On the other hand, Yuan Fuyu was not in a hurry. He was joking. He had 5000 years of Chinese civilization's ancient poems in his mind. He was afraid of wool.

Yuan Fuyu smiled and said: "Okay, then I will compose another song according to what Mr. Ning Zhao said. Please listen carefully to Mr. Ning Zhao."

Yuan Fuyu bit the word "Mr." very hard, and a strong sense of irony struck Ning Zhao.

what?

After hearing Yuan Fuyu's words, everyone looked at him in surprise.

Make another song?Are you serious?If your writing is not good enough, doesn't it mean that you did not write this poem?

This is self-exposing its shortness!

"Is this true?" Even Ning Zhao looked at him with strange eyes.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Yuan Fuyu smiled lightly: "Yes, seriously."