"Qingqiu! I have written a poem for you!" "Are you there? Reply! My poems are the best in the world. If you miss it, you will miss it!" Erniu hid in a small forest and sent a message with an excited look on his face. He was very confident chatting with his sweetheart at this time. As a warrior, he really couldn't tell whether the poems were good or bad, but he knew that the writer was good! Ruxian! That was a great talent who was famous for his poems. Even if it was a poem he wrote casually, it must be good! On the other side, Lingsi looked at the message from Su Mingyu (Erniu) and patted his forehead speechlessly. "This idiot, he really got a poem?" "He didn't really worship a Confucian master, did he?" Lingsi shook his head with a smile.
Lingsi: "You are a martial artist, why don't you practice hard and do all these messes every day!" Erniu: "Aren't you going to compete with a bastard? This poem of mine can definitely beat him!" Lingsi: "Please, a poem written by a martial artist like you is useless to me. What I want is famous sayings! Quatrains!" Erniu: "I! This is it! Famous sayings and quatrains! There is nothing more amazing than mine!" Lingsi was so angry that she laughed when she saw this. This is the craziest martial artist she has ever seen, but he is crazy about the wrong things. But after this incident, her irritable heart has calmed down a lot. "Okay, send it to me to see if you, a martial arts genius, have also been buried in your literary talent." Lingsi sat on a chair, propping up her chin with a playful smile on her face. "Hehe, it's your bad luck. I was hit by someone just now." "This time, I'm going to give your crappy poem a good beating, hehe" Thinking of the idiot's expression of lowering his head and gritting his teeth, Lingsi suddenly laughed even happier. Soon, the communication talisman vibrated and the poem was sent over. Lingsi looked down with a smile on her face, but when she saw it, her expression was stunned. "The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright." "The fallen leaves gather and scatter, and the jackdaws are startled when they roost." Lingsi murmured subconsciously. However, these few short words vividly depicted a sad picture of late autumn in her mind. Autumn wind, autumn moon, fallen leaves, jackdaws. The artistic conception is so strong that it's like being in it.
And the following poems made Lingsi blush. "Enter my love door, and you will know my love pain." "Long love means long remembrance, short love means endless." "If I had known it would be so heart-wrenching, why didn't we get to know each other in the first place?" Looking at the love between the lines, which was about to overflow, Lingsi's face turned red. Almost subconsciously, a picture emerged in her mind. On a late autumn night, the young man looked at the bleak autumn wind and the bright autumn moon, and was moved by the scene and thought of his lover. The sad mood in the poem, and the longing, sorrow and helplessness between the lines, almost burst out of the paper. "This idiot" Thinking of the young man's feelings for her in the past, Lingsi's face turned even redder. But then she reacted and stood up suddenly! "This poem!" Lingsi stared at the poem in the communication talisman. The shyness of the girl's love just now made her forget the poem itself for a while. Now, after looking at it carefully, the shock in her eyes can no longer be suppressed. "First, use objects to create a scene, then use emotions to create a scene!" "The scenery in late autumn is already sad, and when it is combined with the feeling of lovesickness, it complements each other and blends perfectly!" "Hiss, this poem." Lingsi was shocked, and she looked at the poem in her hand for a long time without coming back to her senses. As a genius in literature, she knew how precious the poem in her hand was. Even the poem she had written not long ago, which she had exhausted her life's talent for, was far inferior to this. The mood of lovesickness and the sad autumn scene depicted with just a few strokes made her sigh. She never thought that Su Mingyu, a warrior, could give her such a surprise. "How is it? Are you scared?" Erniu grinned. "The mood of this poem is simply perfect, the rhythm, staggered, and rhythm are all impeccable, and it is a rare good poem in the world!" Lingsi did not hesitate to praise it at all, and gave a very high evaluation of this poem. Erniu smiled proudly.
Nonsense, the poem written by Ruxian, what is rare in the world? Even if it was just the young master's trick, it was a rare masterpiece. Seeing his beloved who was shocked by him, Erniu suddenly felt refreshed and straightened his back. Lingsi: "Who wrote this poem? Can you introduce me?" Erniu: "No need to introduce, just take this poem and use it. Use this poem to kill that kid in two years!" Lingsi: "What a joke, if the original owner of the poem finds out, won't he hold me accountable?" Erniu: "Hehe, don't worry, the owner of this poem will never care about these trivial matters, he is a reclusive Confucian and Taoist master." As the leader of the literary way, would Ruxian care about some trivial matters? Of course not, not to mention that this poem was just written by Ruxian casually, and then overheard by the young master. Therefore, Erniu said it very confidently. "Reclusive Confucian and Taoist master?" It must be said that Lingsi was moved. If it was an ordinary matter, she would definitely disdain to cheat, but the competition two years later was different. That is related to the victory or defeat between Master and Ruxian. This is very important! The grudge between Li Qingchen and Wei Cang is no secret in Zhongzhou. Li Qingchen's teacher at the time was Wei Cang's father. Logically speaking, the two of them should be very close. This was true at first, but as Ruxian's talent emerged, the relationship between the two slowly began to deteriorate. The main reason is because of Mr. Wei. Because Li Qingchen was so outstanding that Wei Cang felt inferior to him. And Mr. Wei also discovered this. Whether he hated iron but refused to make steel or was angry and refused to fight, he always beat and scolded him. It is conceivable that the young and energetic Wei Cang gradually resented the fact that he fell in love with someone else's child. He began to work hard and read day and night, just to try and show his father that he was no worse than anyone else. But if hard work works, how can there be a genius? Wei Cang competed with Li Qingchen again and again, but he lost every time and never won even once. This fight is for a lifetime. After Master Wei's death, this struggle became an obsession for Wei Cang. He didn't want anything, just for the breath he had never exhaled in his whole life.
But now, this tone fell on Lingsi. Wei Cang is old. If nothing unexpected happens, this is the last time he can fight. And this is why Lingsi wants to win even if he cheats. As his thoughts swirled, Lingsi had already made a decision. "Just a simple competition should not disturb the reclusive Confucian and Taoist master." "Afterwards, I will go and apologize in person and explain the reasons. I will accept whether it was a beating or a punishment!" Thinking like this, Lingsi began to send a message to Su Mingyu. Lingsi: "Thank you! This has helped me a lot. I'm going to start retreating. I'll find you in two years." Erniu, who was waiting for the news, jumped up excitedly when he saw it. "Hahaha, there are still words of thanks between us. If you need anything, just ask. If there are other poems in the future, I will send them to you together." After thinking about it, I took one song and also took two songs. After all, I can't help that adult, so it's better. "The more the merrier, I will go make amends to that adult in two years!"