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

"Sure enough, after publishing more poems of the same type, everyone's threshold has also increased. But after changing the type, the 'talent value' gained by this poem is fully comparable to the previous two poems!

It's just a pity that Dou Shi has released too many poems today. The further it goes, the harder it is to obtain the 'talent points', and the audience has become a lot more 'stingy'! "

Xu Lu sighed.

Of course, what the audience is stingy is a joke.

The audience itself cannot control the contribution of talent points, because the 'talent points' itself is just something similar to a feedback effect.

And since this battle of poems has lasted for so long, it is normal for the feedback effect to become worse and worse.

Thinking of this, Xu Lu felt that it was almost time to end this fight.

But for now, we have to let the 'ontology' match this sentence first.

Because he already had a draft in mind, he typed out the content of the next verse on the keyboard without any hesitation this time.

Under the gaze of all the audience, a poem was revealed in the blank box where 'Director Xu Lu' was located:

'The chrysanthemums on the edge...the mist of sorrow...the orchids and the dew...luo muqinghan...the swallows...fly away...'

'Last night...westerly wind...withered green trees...climbed a tall building alone...looking across...Tianya Road...'

In fact, after so many experiences in the past, audiences and netizens no longer think that 'Director Xu Lu' is not good enough.

But after seeing the content of this poem, everyone couldn't help but marvel:

"It's already great to have a 'Qinglian layman' in one era, and now there's a 'director Xu Lu'..."

"I know Director Xu can definitely match it, but can he be so amazing? This poem is so amazing."

"I really like this sentence 'Last Night West Wind...'. It's a first-class way to use it as a fork."

"How should I put it? These two are equally powerful, so there is no way to tell the winner. Don't wait any longer."

……

"Awesome, awesome, but can you tell us when it will end?

I can't just spend tonight with you two, I also want to go and admire the moon. "

"That's right! Director Xu, who else is there? How about we just call it a draw today? Let everyone go!"

"Hahahaha, what I want to say is, let the students go, you are putting too much burden on them."

"Hiss! It's true when you think about it, all the students will curse these two guys in the future, they will definitely."

……

"Become a disciple, you must be a disciple! No matter it's 'Principal Qinglian' or 'Director Xu Lu', either one will do.

Too strong, really too strong. With the two of them here, who else can be called a poet? not a single one! "

Seeing the same song "Die Lian Hua" played by Director Xu Lu, Shen Zizhen looked even more eager.

This performance simply made Zhang Xi feel terrible.

He suddenly understood why those celebrities were afraid of idiot fans.

Shen Zizhen's current appearance is probably not the same as that of that crazy fan.

After thinking for a moment, he warned tactfully:

"Um, Lao Shen, you should restrain your admiration a little.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that even if you see these two people, others will be scared away by you. Your eyes are so scary! "

"No, if these two teachers see me, they will definitely be moved by my sincerity.

Besides, my eyes are not scary at all. I am yearning for poetry. You, a prose writer, will definitely not understand my feelings! "

Shen Zizhen retorted directly.

Hearing this, Zhang Xi was a little speechless.

Seeing his friend getting deeper into trouble, he became a little anxious.

After thinking for a while, he decided to be a little more aggressive this time, and he suddenly said:

"Old Shen, I can understand your desire to learn from your master.

But have you ever thought about why people want to teach you, or why they want to accept you as a student?

Do you think you are the only two people who want to be apprentices to you?

There must be more than that. With tonight's poetry battle, how many people do you think want to become apprentices to layman Qinglian or director Xu Lu?

hundreds of? Thousands?

What will Lay Buddhist Qinglian and Director Xu Lu do then?

Have you collected them all?

Accepting so many students is no different from confiscating it, right?

Don’t accept them all? Then why should I accept you, Shen Zizhen, as my student? "

"This……"

Different from before, this time, Shen Zizhen was stunned after hearing this.

"Yes, why should you accept me as your student? Is there anything better about me than others?"

Shen Zizhen murmured.

After a while, he suddenly said with a frustrated look:

"It's over! It's really over. I have no chance. It's over..."

"Well, I'm afraid I used too much force this time, and Lao Shen suddenly became depressed!"

When Zhang Xi saw it, he felt something was not good, so he could only say quickly:

"Ahem, what, there is still a chance.

Besides, how would you know if you don’t try it, right?

If not many people want to learn from these two masters, wouldn't you have fewer competitors?

And you still have a basic foundation, much better than ordinary people..."

Zhang Xi felt that he was really tired.

Where is all this?

Just now he was trying to persuade the other party to give up his thoughts, and now he wants to persuade the other party to cheer up. There is no one left to go around in circles!

……

In fact, there are quite a few people who are feeling tired right now. President Zhou, for example, is very tired.

Although he had long since given up hope for the boy named Xu.

But seeing the other party deal with it so easily again, Zhou Wenhao was still quite heartbroken.

Obviously, he misjudged the strength of his opponent this time. If he had known earlier that the boy was so powerful, he would certainly not have been looking for trouble.

Now not only have they not gained any benefits, they have also brought white-eyed wolves like 'Qinglian Jushi' into the association.

Chairman Zhou expressed his headache.

Because an outsider like the boy named Xu, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to provoke him, actually poses little threat to Zhou Wenhao.

But when an extremely talented person like 'Qinglian Jushi' entered the Modern Poetry Association, Zhou Wenhao even felt that his position as president was not secure.

Obviously, with the conclusion of this Mid-Autumn Poetry Contest, Lay Buddhist Qinglian will gain a lot of support within the association.

If the other party is really interested in his position as president, then Zhou Wenhao will be in big trouble.

Thinking of this, President Zhou almost collapsed and cursed:

"I got myself a powerful opponent for no reason, am I crazy?

That boy named Xu is indeed a bad guy. Ever since I provoked him, I have never had a smooth life! "