The Dangerous Cultivator

Long Jianji is undoubtedly a wise man.

He has a distinguished status and ends in person. There is nothing to win. He has no shortage of reputation. If he loses, he will become a laughing stock.

Letting Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun come off and make a side view is naturally the best idea.

Of course, he is also reluctant to stay completely out of the matter, and this battle is likely to be recorded in history, as a propositional person.

In addition, Long Jianji's literary literacy is really high. He took Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun's analysis seriously and almost believed that Xu Yi's name was stolen.

But to break through Xu Yi's true face, the key lies in the proposition.

"My grandfather is asking a question, I'm overconfident, and I'd like to ask my grandfather not to take a chance."

Fan Xingyun arched.

"Exactly, try to be cold and remote, and then it will be good to watch the show."

Wen Bin stared at Xu Yi Leng.

Long Jian and waved his hand, "Why so, so there is an old masterpiece of this king. Everyone imitates one, the poems are not limited, and the rhythm is whatever.

The words fell squarely, and a blank piece of paper appeared in the dragon sword and palm, with a series of words falling on it.

It is a short poem:

Yang Chun Yan Qu, Li Jin exaggerated.

Hurts and grudges, long road Huaijun.

Farewell concentrically, thinking quietly.

Bifeng incense, Jinping Luxiao.

Into the nightmare, draw words rolling.

Weep sent back the echo, Shi Yan went to Zha.

"Show ugliness, show ugliness!"

Long Jian and Bao Quan said, "In order not to delay time, only half a cup of tea is allowed."

The text was so huge that it was seen all over the room, but no one applauded, Long Jian and no embarrassment, smiling at Xue Zihan with a smile.

"Miao Miao Miao! Miao Miao Miao."

Wen Bin snapped the fan in one hand, and said to Fan Xingyun, "I don't know where Brother Fan can see the beauty of this poem."

Fan Xingyun groaned for a moment and said, "The writing is clear, the artistic conception is timeless, really a good poem ..."

As the mouth said, he didn't take it for granted. To be fair, the poem was not even a mediocre work. It was extremely mediocre, and suddenly, he jumped in his heart, "No, it's greatly wrong. It turned out to be this way."

Immediately, he rushed into the dragon sword and bowed deeply, "The Lord ’s poem is absolutely fantastic. In the next time, he worships the wind, half a cup of tea, and Shumou cannot make it."

"Wen Mo also admires the wind."

Wen Bin clenched his fists, "Wang Ye's ingenious mind is rare in the world, and he can be called the first in the world."

Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun are famous for their famous names, and the two of them sing together, causing a sudden uproar.

But such a mediocre work, no matter how can not afford such a high praise, there must be monsters in the event.

Finally, someone saw the clues, but listened to a shout, "I see. So, this poem can be read upside down, and read back from the last word, it is also a poem."

"what!"

"This is impossible!"

"day!"

"........."

"really!"

"Sure enough!"

"Four years of madness, King Yongdong has no madness"

"........."

Exclamations and screams continued.

It is really the poems among the demons. No one has ever done such a poem.

This poem by Long Jianhe can be read both forward and backward, which is really unique.

In the noisy scene, Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun looked at each other and saw regrets in each other's eyes.

With the talent of the two of them, as long as time is sufficient, such a poem should not be a problem.

However, he let Long Jian and take the lead and became a big name.

But it ’s okay to do so, so that the proposition is not so difficult, it suffocates itself, and the surname Xu also loses.

At the moment, Wen Binlang said, "Everyone is quiet. Brother and I have asked ourselves about our efforts in half a cup of tea. We can't make such an upside-down poem. Asking Qinglang's poetic soul will save time, and people will not be able to make poetry and complain about you. "

Long Jian and laughed, "I ask Qinglang's poetry, I shouldn't be stumped at this mystery."

"If you ca n’t do it, would n’t it be a tie, haha, we have to know that our questioning lovers used to write poems, no matter what the subject matter, but they stood by their hands, and the words were brilliant, so brilliant, so It wo n’t be stumped, otherwise my generation will have to doubt, and ask Qinglang whether the so-called genius is a genius or a loan, haha ​​... "

Wenbin laughed, as if this match, he has won.

Unexpectedly, his laughter didn't fall. A blank piece of paper appeared in Xu Yi's palm. Instantly, a line of text fell on it, but he saw him write: Falling snow and flying fragrant trees, faint red rain and faint haze.

The misty mist and misty flowers flow in the thin moon.

Now that the poems are present, someone immediately reads them in reverse: "The flowers are beautiful, the mists are fascinating and the moon is thin. The clouds are light, the rain is red, and the trees are falling."

boom!

"I can really read it upside down, half a tea time!"

"No, it takes only a few dozen breaths to create this upside-down poem, which is simply a poet."

"If you don't attack yourself, if you don't attack yourself, rumors are rumors."

"Now, who dares to ask Qinglang to deceive the world, but this upside-down poem was only published today, and who is going to copy it?"

"........."

Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun looked so earthy, they almost opened the pot.

Especially Fan Xingyun, he really analyzed Xu Yi's poems verbatim and verbatim, and proved from a micro perspective that those poems can never come from one person.

But now Xu Yi wrote an upside down poem instantly, completely overthrowing his deep-rooted logical thinking.

After all, poems can be copied, and how poems can be reversed.

If it were not for the Dragon Sword, he would not even know that anyone in the world is playing with poems.

Of course, he couldn't think of Xu Yi behind his head, and a complete civilization stood.

Poems and articles have multiplied to an unimaginable height. In that splendid civilization and thousands of years of literature history, what strange things have not happened? What exquisite genius has never been born?

The sensation in the field didn't last long, but it finally stopped.

Long Jian and Chong Xu Yibao Boxing said, "Qing Qinglang is truly extraordinary, but this poem is extremely hasty and is not a good work. It seems to be inconsistent with Wen Qinglang's previous talent. Although it beat Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun, Not worth my two minds. "

Long Jian and Dare took the two minds to gamble, and never expected Xu Yi to win.

Because of his upside-down poem, it is impossible to copy it in just half a tea time. As long as Xu Yi can't make it, regardless of his fight with Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun, he can win or lose.

Asking Qinglang's name, he will not break.

But now, Xu Yi actually made it in half a cup of tea. What's more troublesome is that Fan Xingyun and Wen Bin came up and counseled. In this way, the situation was awkward.

But no matter what, he really didn't want to give two hearts to Xu Yi, but he was in the public eye, and it was not easy for him to take it back directly. He always had to say something.

"In a hurry, the quality is indeed not high."

Xu Yiwei smiled, and Long Jian and his heart rejoiced, then said, "It's already extraordinary, it's already extraordinary, Long wrote this article and it took an hour."

As a matter of fact, he didn't know how many days and nights it took to manage to come up with such a piece.

Unexpectedly, Xu Yi's next words made him completely dumbfounded.

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