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Chapter 534 Let's write a poem

"pretty!"

"Wonderful! It's amazing!"

"Qin Yang is actually right!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and some people couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Some people who were waiting to see the joke were dumbfounded, but Emperor Tiangang narrowed his eyes. He even underestimated Qin Yang again! This is really a good opponent!

At the same time, Emperor Tiangang made up his mind, if there really is a thousand scrolls of spiritual treasures in this secret realm, Qin Yang must not be allowed to get it!

Because Qin Yang has talent and ability! This thousand volumes of Lingbao, in the entire sky world, I am afraid that only Qin Yang can make the most of it!

It is even possible to comprehend the world rules of the elderly outside the realm, and then Qin Yang will be even more difficult to deal with.

The old man from outside the realm was also stunned. He never thought that Qin Yang would actually come up right. Thinking of everything before, Qin Yang was indifferent, and such a talented person can cultivate to this point, how is it? Good stubble?

How could it be possible to make an impulsive move "up above"?

The cultivator who originally "assisted" himself, now it seems that he was invited by Qin Yang, right?

And this scene made that "Tuo" open his mouth too, and he was used by Qin Yang unknowingly!

Since Qin Yang's answer is eloquent, then the purpose is obvious, that is to completely defeat the old man from outside the territory and kill him!

The practitioners who thought of this were all excited and looking forward to it. Can Qin Yang really achieve the final victory in this form of battle?

"It seems that your luck is as good as ever, then listen to my next question..." The heart of the foreign old man was restless.

Qin Yang waved his hand and interrupted, "No, it's my turn to ask the question."

The foreigner was stunned for a moment, but his heart became even more chaotic, "Okay, you asked the question."

Everyone was staring at the figure on the scroll of the Heavenly Calligraphy. The cultivator who was turned into ink before would not be able to answer the question, and everyone could not answer the question if he asked himself. Will Qin Yang have a question?

"It's always the right pair, it's always a little monotonous, how about our poetry?" Qin Yang looked at the old man outside the realm.

"For poetry?" The pupils of the old man from outside the realm trembled. Could this guy even know poetry?

The foreigner didn't believe it, and immediately said: "Okay, but I have to declare in advance that if your poems don't make sense, it's not a problem, and you will be directly judged to fail."

Qin Yang nodded and said, "Of course you can."

"So... I have a question?" Qin Yang asked.

"What about the rules?" The foreigner frowned.

Qin Yang shook his head and said, "With your talent for learning, you will naturally know when I read a poem."

"Oh?" The foreigner was afraid that Qin Yang might have some conspiracy, so he still said, "It's better to say it."

Qin Yang shrugged and said, "Well, let's talk about spring, summer, autumn and winter. I write about spring, you write about summer, I write about autumn, and you write about winter, how?"

The foreigner nodded and said, "Okay."

I have already figured it out in my heart. I am proficient in hundreds of poems and prose, and it is not a problem to recite poetry.

"Listen." Qin Yang said slowly, "Yingti An Liu is in love with spring, and Liu is in love with the moon in the night.

The bright moon and night love spring willows, and love springs willow banks sing warblers. "

After Qin Yang finished speaking, he looked at the old man calmly.

Even if the old man met a "summer", there was a "winter" waiting for him. This is equivalent to Qin Yang directly asking two questions.

The old man from outside the realm opened his mouth to write a poem, but his words got stuck. He recalled Qin Yang's poem just now, and he was shocked and trembled.

"This..." The non-territorial old man swallowed and spit, feeling a little terrified.

The bystanders didn't know why, someone repeated Qin Yang's poems, and suddenly discovered the mystery.

It turned out that after one of the sentences came over, it turned into another sentence, which was not only catchy, but also had the right meaning.

Such a wonderful poem, simply shocking.

Everyone looked at Qin Yang, and there was a look in their eyes... weird, yes, weird!

Qin Yang can actually write such a poem!

On the other hand, Qin Yang himself was waiting for the old man's text, and kept reciting in his heart. After making sure that he remembered correctly, he found that the atmosphere was a bit weird.

"Isn't it written yet?" Qin Yang looked at the old man outside the realm playfully, and said, "Do you want me to remind you?"

The old man from outside the realm blushed, and wanted to remind but couldn't hold back his face.

Qin Yang shrugged, if this doesn't make sense, even if he reminded him, this guy probably won't.

Immediately, Qin Yang opened his mouth and said: "This poem has seven words in total, Yingti An Liu Nong Chun Qing Ye Yue Ming."

After a pause, Qin Yang reminded: "What you want to write is Xia."

"Impossible, it's impossible to come out right!" The foreigner said.

Qin Yang shook his head and said, "If your talent is just to read and read dead books, it's useless to read until you die. I think that the thousand volumes of Lingbao are not only a treasure, but a great disaster."

The old man from outside the realm suddenly became excited and said angrily: "Bold, how dare you insult my world's treasure!"

Qin Yang spread his hands and said, "If you want to refute, take out your poem!"

"Impossible, you can't get it right at all, at least not in a short time!"

The foreign old man said.

Qin Yang pouted, what if I could get it right?

The eyes of the old man from outside the realm flashed, and he said, "If you can get it right in spring, summer, autumn and winter, then I will lose. If you can't, you will lose!"

Everyone looked at Qin Yang and how he would decide.

People with discerning eyes are very clear that for Qin Yang, the best choice is to stick to the previous rules.

But for Qin Yang, he had already recited these four poems several times, so it was naturally the most cost-effective to rely on this old man.

It can not only win in one fell swoop, but also completely blow this old man.

Qin Yang coughed lightly and said, "Then you're fine, I'm going to write 'Xia' now."

"Scented lotus clear water moves the wind and cool, the water moves and the wind cools and the summer is long. The long summer cool breeze moves the water, the cool wind moves the water and the green lotus is fragrant."

The old man from outside the realm kept repeating silently, and after reading it, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face paled a little.

"My God, it really is..."

"This one shares the seven characters of Xianglian, clear water, wind and cool summer, and it is the same as the first spring!"

Some people pondered carefully and found that these seven words are a poem! As long as you remember these seven words, you only need to change the order, and it will become a poem!

"And Qiu and Dong, you haven't won yet!" The foreigner's breath became chaotic, but he still didn't believe that Qin Yang could continue to do it.

Qin Yang snorted softly and said, "Then you have to listen carefully, the next is 'Autumn'."

"The Chu Yan in the Qiujiang River is located in the sandbar, and the Yansu is in the shallow water.

Qin Yang opened his mouth and said: "This autumn is the shallow water flow of the Chu Yansu Sandbar in the Qiujiang River."

The old man's face was like tin foil, his face was extremely bleak, he spat out a mouthful of blood again, his breath became weak, and he couldn't even stand still.

His eyes were lost, his pupils were dilated, and it was obvious that he had suffered some huge damage.

Qin Yang stared at the old man from outside the realm and said, "Actually, it's not just spring, summer, autumn and winter. It's just that I set the theme for spring, summer, autumn and winter. There are really as many poems as you want."

"No, I don't believe it!" The old man outside the realm roared loudly, losing his previous calmness.

"Don't believe me? Then I can come up with two songs at random?" Qin Yang chuckled.

What Qin Yang said was not one song, but two random songs?

Everyone felt astonished, and the old man outside the realm stared at Qin Yang, as if he was holding his last breath.

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