Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

Is there any other reason in this world that would make a rather conceited scholar unwilling to reveal his poems to others?

Mr. Lu was about to pick up the last poem scroll on the tray, but Luo You moved faster.

Just because he was prepared, when Mr. Lu's eyes fell, Luo You had already moved his hands according to his heart, and his fingers were as slippery as a swimming fish, and he quickly grabbed the poem scroll again in his hand.

Mr. Lu's hand followed closely. The shape of his hand changed, like a bird pecking at it, grabbing the poem in an instant.

The movement range of the two men was not large, but their speed was as fast as phantoms. Their moves passed in the blink of an eye, and the surrounding onlookers did not even have time to see clearly what they had done.

I just heard Mr. Lu say: "Brother Luo, what's the matter? You are in the mood today. Do you want to pick up a poem to read?"

Luo You said: "No, how about asking Mr. Wu to read this poem in person?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and threw out the poem scroll he took out from his hand!

The paper of the poem scroll was light and soft, but when Luo You threw it, the light paper seemed as if the flowing water had a spine and the breeze had a blade. The paper flew, causing the sound of breaking wind.

Whoosh!

The poem scroll flew in front of Mr. Wu, and at this time, Mr. Lu's tricky peck on his hand had already reached the key acupuncture point on Luo You's left elbow.

Luo You used all his moves in one go, and now he could no longer change his moves to dodge.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Luo You did not dodge. He just raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Mr. Lu with eyes that seemed to be filled with shock.

I want to take a gamble and see if Lu Xuanyi dares to hurt him in public!

In an instant, the two people's eyes met, Lu Xuanyi's eyes were heavy. When the wind blew, his hand suddenly sank down——

Lu Xuanyi avoided the action of pecking at Luo You's key points, and forcefully changed his moves at the critical moment!

He only heard Lu Xuanyi let out a soft grunt, and the forced change of moves made him lose his temper.

At this time, the poem scroll that was thrown in front of Mr. Wu was also caught in his hand. The poem was sharp and windy when it flew, but when it actually fell into Mr. Wu's hands, it was soft and light.

Mr. Wu grabbed the poem scroll in his hand and exclaimed at the same time.

His exclamation even covered up Lu Xuanyi's groan of pain.

"Eh? This, this is...a quatrain!"

Mr. Wu has a high-pitched tone. What is a "quatrain"? In his exclamation, it was obvious that he was not only referring to the metrical form of the poem, but that the poem was truly "excellent" in its writing!

Mr. Wu held the poem scroll with both hands and recited loudly: "I love the orchid's unique fragrance. I don't like the color to flatter the spring sun. The west wind is cold and the dew is deep in the forest, even if there is no one around, I still smell the fragrance."

After reciting it once, Mr. Wu did not analyze it, but just shook his head and recited the poem again as if he was intoxicated.

After reciting it for the second time, he did not give up. He dragged out the tone, like a song, and added rhythm and singing, and recited the poem a third time.

No, when you wait for the third time, you should not simply say it again.

This is clearly singing!

Poetry, poetry, outstanding poetry is meant to be sung.

Mr. Wu's voice was deep and powerful, and his singing was clumsy and elegant. With such twists and turns, the song "Lan" was so moving that the audience couldn't help but chant along after listening to it several times.

The more I read it, the more I feel the beauty of the poetry and the fragrance in my cheeks and teeth.

After reading it, there was no need for Mr. Wu to analyze this poem again. Everyone present was already impressed by this poem.

Even Lu Xuanyi, who had just suffered the backlash of the change, couldn't help but touch his chest with his hand while reading the poem in a daze, immersed in the beauty and interest of the poem.

"The west wind is cold and the dew is deep in the forest. It smells good even if there is no one..." he murmured.

In comparison, Zhang Yun's previous sentence "It's not just to borrow the autumn wind to speak loudly and keep away from others" seems to be a bit cliched and falls into the vulgar trend.

Lu Xuanyi's face became depressed, and among the crowd, Zhang Yun, who was originally aloof and aloof, could not help but drop his hands by his side and clenched them into fists.

A voice of laughter sounded, it was Luo You!

Luo You laughed loudly: "That's it, such a good poem! With such a good poem in front of you, how can Luo not be willing to be inferior?"

He glanced around and asked, "Who is Cheng Ling from Ping'an Fang?"

Cheng Ling actually felt a little embarrassed. She wanted to show her face in front of others and gain some literary reputation to gild herself, but this turn of events and such an exaggerated effect were beyond her expectation.

But embarrassment is embarrassing, and you still have to stand up when it's time to stand up.

After Luo You finished speaking, Cheng Ling walked out slowly.

Everyone present felt that their eyes were brightened. This young man was as handsome and vigorous as pine and bamboo trees, and as fragrant as orchids. He was fresh and handsome, and he seemed to have the grace of a heavenly being.

It seems that it is not an exaggeration to say that Lang Yan is unique!

With just this appearance, the hearts of everyone present could not help but tilt towards Cheng Ling.

After all, everyone in the world can't help but look at faces. If a young man with outstanding talents also has an extraordinary and handsome appearance, then who can not be fascinated by him?

Even if you don't fall in love with it, you still like it a lot.

Luo You had already paid attention to Cheng Ling, and he laughed happily at this time.

He said "Okay" in a loud voice, and then said: "I have ambitions but I don't know how to do it. Cheng Lang wrote a poem above! Alas, everyone, there is really nothing I can do about it."

With that said, he put his poem scroll directly into his sleeve pocket openly.

At this point, the reason why Luo You insisted on taking away his poem was completely revealed.

He then smiled at Lu Xuanyi, who still looked sluggish, and said: "Brother Lu, I'm so ashamed, I call you Luo Jinglun in vain. From now on, please don't use this nickname on Xiao Ke anymore. I can't bear it. I can't bear it." Stop, I’m ashamed, I’m ashamed!”

Lu Xuanyi forced a smile, turned to look at Cheng Ling, and simply praised dryly: "Brother Cheng, your poetry is so good that it actually scared Luo Jinglun...hehe, hehe."

What about Cheng Lingneng?

She then said: "You guys are praising me so much that it's ridiculous."

Luo You hurriedly said: "What nonsense, Brother Cheng, you can afford it! Come on, let's discuss your poem."

With that said, he walked quickly to Cheng Ling, as if he wanted to reach out for her.

Cheng Ling took a step away and smiled back without leaving any trace: "Brother Luo, can I enter the Star Building today?"

Luo You was stunned for a moment and immediately looked at Lu Xuanyi.

Lu Xuanyi said: "Of course it is possible. Cheng Langjun should be today's top poet! The Zhaixing Tower should be opened for Brother Cheng!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Wu over there immediately asked, "Who did Cheng Lang study under? Is he studying now?"

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Note: I love the orchid's unique fragrance, and I don't like the color to flatter the spring sun. The west wind is cold and the dew is deep in the forest, and it smells good even if there is no one around. ——The title of the poem "Inscribed on Xu Mingde's Molan" was originally written by Xue Gang in the Ming Dynasty.

I overestimated myself today. I will slap myself in the face after setting the flag. I will try again tomorrow and face the challenge~