As an actor, it makes sense for me to know some kung fu, right?

"Okay, Qinglian is quite capable. This poem demonstrates the prestige of our Modern Poetry Association."

Zhou Wenhao, who was quite depressed before, finally showed a smile on his face after seeing the first poem of Qinglian layman's move, and sighed in a low voice.

What he was most worried about was that Master Qinglian would fall off the hook midway. Not only would all the preliminary preparations be in vain, but he would also have endured the other party for so many days in vain.

Fortunately, judging from the current situation, although this Qinglian layman does not know how to behave, he is still very good at writing poems.

"As long as you can write poetry, as long as you can use it for me, then everything will be easy to talk about before the dust settles!"

Zhou Wenhao whispered in his heart.

In fact, a large group of people from the Modern Poetry Association were also very excited at this moment:

"It's amazing. I will never reach this level in my life. Master Qinglian deserves to be a role model for our generation!"

"Brother Qinglian's move is simply a big deal. That boy named Xu is afraid that he will kneel down, hahahaha."

"President Zhou has invited Lay Qinglian to join the association this time. It feels like our Modern Poetry Association has also risen."

"Yes, this time our association will show its face in a big way, and we can also get a lot of glory."

……

As for the fans of layman Qinglian, looking at the four lines of the poem, they felt their hearts swaying:

"It's so magnificent. Master Qinglian is really a versatile artist. This artistic conception is really amazing."

"Only a man with an open mind can write such powerful poetry. He is definitely a man."

"Sometimes we have to admire their geniuses. Although they look the same as us, they are different species."

"I don't know what poems the opposite director Xu will use to respond. I feel that the difficulty of the first poem is extremely high."

……

at the same time.

As a famous poet, Shen Zizhen said with a wry smile after seeing this poem:

"Lao Zhang, have you seen this? This is what I call despair.

Living in the same era as layman Qinglian is both the greatest luck and the greatest misfortune.

Fortunately, we can witness the birth of these excellent poems. How lucky is it?

Unfortunately, no matter how hard we try, we can't keep up with the pace of such geniuses. How unfortunate is it? "

Seeing his old friend so sad, Zhang Xi didn't know how to comfort him for a while.

After all, he is not a poet, and he has never encountered anyone desperate in the field of prose, so he cannot empathize with them at all.

……

As Reba who is lurking on the side of Qinglian layman, although she does not have the worries of 'luck and misfortune', she is still muttering at this time:

"Hiss! This Qinglian layman is really powerful. Does Xu Lu have a way to deal with it? I hope this guy does!"

Although after seeing Xu Lu's post yesterday, she had a little more confidence in Xu Lu.

But now that she saw this poem by Lay Buddhist Qinglian, her confidence disappeared instantly.

In fact, Xu Lu's fans were also worried about him at this time:

"Although I knew there would be a fight between dragons and tigers tonight, I didn't expect that the Qinglian layman would turn out to be such a powerful weapon at the beginning. Can Mr. Xu withstand it?"

"I don't know. This poem by layman Qinglian is so powerful. If I were to go up there, I would probably surrender on the spot."

"Who wouldn't surrender when faced with such a pervert, but I hope Mr. Xu can persevere, even though it feels a bit extravagant."

"Don't panic yet! Look, everyone, Mr. Xu is also starting to accept the move, the same four elements..."

Under everyone's attention, in the blank box on the left, there are also four lines of poetry that change from fiction to reality and come into view:

'A few times... under the flowers... sitting on the breeze... Yinhan... the red wall... looking into the distance...'

'Like this... stars... not last night... for whom... Fenglu... Li Zhongxiao...'

This……

Because most of the audience at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival are members of the Modern Poetry Association.

So when they saw this poem, everyone was speechless for a while.

Originally, everyone thought that Qinglian layman's first poem was so difficult, and the boy named Xu Lu would definitely kneel down in the first round.

But what no one expected was this.

Not only did the boy not kneel, but he also wrote a high-quality poem.

This situation is a bit beyond everyone's expectations.

Similarly, Zhou Wenhao, the president of the Modern Poetry Association, also frowned at this time.

But he soon comforted himself in his heart:

"Luck, it must be luck! That kid's luck can't always be good.

It's only the first round now. If Qinglian comes up with a few more moves, the kid on the other side will definitely not be able to withstand it. "

On the other hand, the fans of layman Qinglian are surprised at this moment.

But because they did not hate Xu Lu like the people of the Modern Poetry Association, they did not go so far as to remain silent.

In fact, after seeing the poem, everyone had already started talking privately:

"I'll go! This Director Xu's level is extraordinary, a bit unexpected.

No wonder he became the opponent of layman Qinglian, it turned out there was a reason. "

"For whom Fenglu...Lizhongxiao...I have to say, this sentence really touched my heart."

"Originally, I thought layman Qinglian would win easily, but now it seems that it is indeed a battle between dragon and tiger."

"That's what makes it interesting. If Qinglian's opponent is too weak, there won't be much to see.

Now that Director Xu is as good as Master Qinglian, this poetry battle will definitely be exciting! "

……

Xu Lu’s fans finally breathed a sigh of relief:

[Damn, I’m really nervous. I was very worried that Mr. Xu wouldn’t be able to get along with me. It would be embarrassing. 】

[Isn't that right? Fortunately, Mr. Xu is still very capable. The quality of this poem is no worse than the other's...]

[Nothing was lost at the critical moment. Mr. Xu is worthy of being Mr. Xu and is trustworthy. 】

[Hahahaha, I just saw those people from the Modern Poetry Association, and they all looked like they were dumbfounded. 】

……

As relieved as the fans were, of course the girl Reba was also there.

She was worried that Xu Lu would kneel down just now, but fortunately this did not happen.

Reba could not help but mutter:

"This guy Xu Lu is quite powerful. I really didn't expect it. I was worried about him just now.

It's just that this is the first move. God knows how many moves the Qinglian layman opposite will use? "

……

On the other side, Zhang Xi, a melon-eater, looked at his friend with a strange expression.

He suddenly said:

"Then what...Old Shen, do you feel lucky or unlucky now?"

Hearing this, Shen Zizhen almost got angry to death.

He gave me a look like "What do you think?"

But in fact, he really couldn't tell what his current state of mind was.

He had only seen the poems of layman Qinglian before, and he felt that he lived in the same era as the genius.

But when I saw this poem called Director Xu Lu again, I realized that there was more than one genius.

So now comes the problem.

In an era where gods and gods fight, are ordinary people lucky or unlucky?