The Dangerous Cultivator

Xu Yidao, "If you want to play, I'll play with you. However, if you lose, don't fight too hard."

He could see that Xuan Lengyan had affection for Tao Jingsheng. If Tao Jingsheng was a gentleman, he would not bother to mix in.

Whatever, Tao Jingsheng and Su Xingchun's voice, he could hear clearly, clearly a hypocrite with two bets.

He knew that Xuan Lengyan could not be moved by his words.

All that can be done is to help Xuan Lengyan break the halo of Tao Shisheng's turbid world.

"Why the Yiling son is thorny in his early words, will Tao be able to lose, and we don't have to worry about it. I also asked the Yiling son to make one hundred pictures previously, and select one, and we will As the title, the subject matter is not limited, and each skill can be exhibited. "

Tao Jingsheng has always been warm and jade-like, as if he has really lost his fireworks.

Xu Yi's aura erupted, and a painting was revealed, but it was a giant tree among the thorns.

Because it is an image painting, a few strokes outline the image of a giant tree, which is the thorns near the giant tree. It is also just a few strokes.

Tao Jingsheng stood with his hands in his hands and looked up at the sky. After taking three steps, he lifted the ink pen and started writing.

"Farewell summer, your heart is getting softer

Whitewashed fallen leaves in autumn wind

Your flaming, flamboyant, lantern-like lantern

Reflecting in the dusk of countless layers of forest

I really understand you, always

The one who loves you at first sight

…………

At an age

You will also think of a naughty child as a child

Stepped on his fragile shoulder, and

That green and naive childhood

Once fell in love with an ordinary

Unscented

Yellow flower

"

After just glancing at it, Xu Yi raised his head in surprise and stared at Tao Jingsheng, almost unable to help but exclaim, "Xiaotai is also from the earth, which year passed."

Soon, everyone's reaction dispelled Xu Yi's suspicion.

Every time Tao Jingsheng wrote a word, someone followed the chanting. Later, the chanting became louder, all female voices, with a tremor in the voice and a madness.

When Tao Jingsheng wrote, a loud shout broke out, and the scene was extremely hot.

"This is the legendary new body of Dow. See it today and it's well-known."

"The words are simple and straightforward, but they are in people's lungs, and they are the first in the world."

"It seems that there is no rhyme, but in fact the dark rhyme is hidden. This new style of poetry is bound to flourish."

"........."

In the chaos, Xuan Lengyan heard Xu Yidao, "Tao Jing's holy text is a temporary choice. Especially this new poem is a new style of poetry that is extremely popular in Xiandian recently. It is almost carried forward in the hands of Tao Jingsheng. I urge you to cope with an ancient style poem. Anyway, the ancient style and the new style, whichever is better, always disputes. "

Xu Yi said, "Is the poem written to you by the last name Tao all the same?"

Brushing it, Xuan Lengyan's face collapsed. "It's over here. If you don't teach and discipline you as a teacher, you're not going to heaven!"

"Yiling son, it's your turn, yes, don't you have magic and wizards? It's better to write a new style poem so that everyone can see you."

Su Xingchun quickly walked to Xu Yi's side, smiling like a flower, "Yes, yes, how can you be so stupid, of course you can't make it. However, Brother Tao is not limited in advance, you can fool an ancient poem, which is different today , You will not lose face. "

Tao Jingsheng hugged his fist, "It's ugly. Brother Yiling can choose a genre at will. We will be friends in the text and we won't win."

The words were indifferent, but it was already the victor's tone.

Xu Yidao, "Isn't it just saliva poems, and without concealing the ranks, in my hometown, it's a drowsy child who can open two or thirty songs with his mouth open. How difficult is this?"

As he said, he grabbed the pen, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote on the paper.

I saw him write:

If i love you

It ’s not like climbing flowers

Show off yourself by your high branches;

If i love you

Never learn infatuated birds,

Repeat monotonous songs for greenery;

Not just like a fountain,

Send cool comfort all year round;

Not just like Danger Peak,

Increase your height,

Set your magnificence.

Even daylight,

Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok near you,

Stand with you as the image of the tree.

Root, clenched underground

Ye, touch in the clouds.

Every time a gust passes, we pay tribute to each other,

But no one understands our words.

You have your copper branches and iron,

Like a sword, like a sword, and like a halberd;

I have my red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch.

We share the cold wave, thunder and thunder;

We share haze, liu lan, hauni.

As if separated forever,

But for life.

This is great love,

Stability is here:

Love-not only love your great body,

I also love where you stand,

Land underfoot.

Xu Yi put his pen to rest, and there was no sound at all.

Xu Yi shifted his eyes, Tao Jingsheng had stopped, Su Xingchun had a beautiful face, and everyone around the audience thought about it. Some of the nuns who had been applauded for Tao Jingsheng actually covered their chests and shed tears.

Xu Yi's gaze fell on Xuan Lengyan, and Xuan Lengyan's eyes also looked at him. The emotions revealed in those beautiful eyes were extremely complicated, shocked, touched, and more incredible.

"Brother Tao, how does my piece compare to you?"

Xu Yihan asked with a smile.

To be realistic, although Xu Yi in the previous life was half a literary youth, he really didn't like modern poetry, but this premiere Oak was an exception.

It is the pinnacle of modern poetry in Xu Yi's heart that he uses trees as a metaphor for people, blending emotions with things, blending scenes, and sincere feelings.

And Tao Jingsheng's works, in this world where the new style poems have just burst, can barely be regarded as a good work, which can be compared with the peak of this new style poem by Xu Yi.

It is undoubtedly the difference between cloud and mud.

Tao Jingsheng's face disappeared for the first time, his eyelids fluttered slightly, and his tongue became dry. "Yiling brother! It's Tao who lost."

The education he has always received has left him unable to reason in front of so many people.

After all, as long as your eyes are not blind and you know the text, anyone can taste two works, which is good.

It is just one point that makes Tao Jingsheng extremely puzzled. How can this Yiling boy be proficient in neo-style poetry. After all, even in Xiandian, the study of neo-style poetry is in that small circle.

And this work, clearly written in a female tone, is very wrong.

However, at this level, he didn't plan to say more words, and one more word would make people think that his grandeur, Tao Jingsheng, was really struggling.

"Miss Xuan, don't you think it's boring here, why don't we change places for a while?"

Xu Yi sent an invitation to Xuan Lengyan under the instruction of Xuan Lengyan.

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