Eldest Senior Brother is Ordinary

Chapter 60 - : Outperform Yanyan Manhuang



    Wangjiang Building.

   is indeed very luxurious.

   Carved dragons and painted dragons, pavilions and pavilions, and blue tiles and eaves. Every corner is lit with a fine sandalwood to refresh the mind.

   Wangjiang Tower has five floors.

  The seven nights of the elegant rooms, on the fifth floor, each elegant room is not connected to each other, so as to avoid any accidents, while maintaining absolute sound insulation.

   Qianqiye was right. The maids of Wangjiang Tower, all beautiful people, came to the fifth floor. Eight stunning women stood at the door with a smile on their faces, only after they saw Lu Changsheng.

   lost his mind in an instant!

  After recovering from the gods, one by one eagerly landed Changsheng into the Accord.

   Let the side of the dry night have some consternation.

   “It’s just a habit, but anyone who is a woman and sees my brother, no one is unmoved, but you are very strange, don’t you care about your brother?”

  Liu Qingfeng has long been accustomed to it.

   “Go!”

   Qianqiye returned a word, and then walked to the Accord.

In the    Accord, some Lingguo wine has already been placed.

  Qianqiye sat naturally next to the window, and then poured wine for Lu Changsheng.

   “Master, I heard that you are a human race literary sage. Would you like to participate in this Fu poetry meeting?”

   asked Qigan.

   “Who is my brother, how can I participate in this kind of competition with a group of ordinary people?”

  Liu Qingfeng finished the beep for Lu Changsheng.

  Lu Changsheng took a sip of wine and did not answer.

   “Yes, although if you can win the first place, there is a reward of 100,000 pounds of spirit stones, but this kind of thing, I want to come to Master and look down on it.”

   Qianqiye nodded and said very seriously.

How many?

   one hundred thousand pounds?

   Lu Changsheng also knows such things as spirit stones.

   is equivalent to the hard currency of Xianxia World. However, although the spirit stones are calculated in terms of pounds, the density is very high, so a pound of spirit stones is actually just the size of the nail cover.

   But in the world of Xianxia, ​​a spirit stone can work thousands of miles without a spirit stone.

  Lu Changsheng wants the spirit stone very simple, sell the goods or directly find someone to get it, for example, dry for seven nights.

  But this kind of thing can’t be done by Lu Changsheng, it’s just a joke on weekdays, if you really need something, don’t go to other people when you find the Daluo Holy Land.

  I don’t have a good relationship, it’s only trouble if I owe cause and effect.

   So when he heard a hundred thousand pounds of spirit stone, Lu Changsheng took another drink and looked at Liu Qingfeng.

   “Senior brother’s words are bad, the readers are not distinguished between good and bad, and there is a famous saying in the brother’s hometown, do you know what it is?”

   Lu Changsheng said calmly.

“what?”

   Qianqiye and Liu Qingfeng both showed curiosity.

   “Come all here!”

  Lu Changsheng answered seriously with a serious face.

  Liu Qingfeng:? ? ? .

  Seven nights:? ? ? .

   They don’t understand what this means, but it sounds reasonable.

   “Dang!”

   “Dang!”

   “Dang!”

   Suddenly, as the bell rang, the Fu Poetry Conference officially began.

In the center of the square, an old man holding a roll of jade books with a smile on his face said: “This Lantern Festival Poems Conference is co-sponsored by Daqian Dynasty, Wanbaoxing, Jifubao Business and Qige Business. Chao Taishi drafted one hour before!”

   “Please listen to the good questions.”

“Take the grass, drizzle, spring, and imperial capital as the theme, make a seven-word poem, a limited period of incense, just write the poem and put it in the cabinet, cross-checked by the director of the Han Academy, and finally within one hour, before the decision is made Three poems.”

   The voice of the old man was very loud, and he was a monk. At this moment everyone began to think about it.

   Grass!

   drizzle!

   Spring!

   Imperial City!

   Lu Changsheng thought carefully and searched for 500 Tang poems in his mind.

   “I thought of it.” Liu Qingfeng patted his thigh.

   “What did you think of?”

   Qianqiye had some curiosity.

   “Write poetry.”

   said Liu Qingfeng.

   “Just you can also write poetry?”

   Seven nights full of curiosity.

   “Why not? With my brother, pig can also write poetry.”

  Liu Qingfeng said dissatisfiedly, but after he finished speaking, he realized that this sentence seemed to scold himself.

   Now Liu Qingfeng waved his hand and said: “You listen to me first!”

   “You read it.”

   Nodded for seven nights.

   “Cough!” Liu Qingfeng also coughed deliberately, then stood up and slowly spoke.

   “The grass is green in a hurry, the rain is continuous, the spring is coming early, the festival is in the capital!”

   “How about it? Okay?”

   asked Liu Qingfeng very excitedly.

   “Poof!”

  Lu Changsheng sipped tea out directly.

  This is also called poetry?

That’s it?

  You tease me?

   Isn’t this an additional idiom?

   However, it is shocking.

   The seven-night dry tongue has actually nodded his head, thoughtfully: “Your poem is not bad, but people say seven-word poem, you are five-word poem, can’t.”

  Qianqiye said this.

  Changsheng Lu sprayed again. He looked at Qianqiye and couldn’t help but ask, “Are you serious?”

   “What are you serious about?”

   Dry seven nights face question mark.

   “Do you think this poem is good?”

   asked Lu Changsheng.

   “Although I think this kid is not very pleased, this poem is indeed okay.”

   Qianqiye nodded seriously.

  Liu Qingfeng was a bit uncomfortable to hear the first half of the sentence, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he had no temper. After all, this was the first person who praised himself for writing a good poem, so he sighed back.

“Ah…….”

   Lu Changsheng has nothing to say.

   This world is good, but the liberal arts are too crotch.

  Is this also called poetry?

not bad?

Ha ha.

   “Do you think you want to add something?”

  Liu Qingfeng asked to do seven nights.

   “Add something? I think about it.”

  Seven nights of thinking carefully.

   Lu Changsheng was too lazy to ignore them both.

   began to think about his poetry.

  After a while, Lu Changsheng thought of it.

   “Writing with pen and ink.”

   Lu Changsheng spoke.

   The woman at the door immediately sent pen and ink.

   Lu Changsheng raised the pen and then slowly dropped it.

   “Tianjie light rain is like a crisp.”

   “The grass looks close but nothing.”

   “Most is the benefit of the spring of the year.”

   “A perfect match for the Imperial City of Yanliu.”

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   This poem is well-known and very in line with today’s topic.

   Grass, drizzle, spring, imperial capital.

   Very good, very good.

   is both a scene and a good poem.

  Liu Qingfeng and Qian Qiye were both watching the probe.

   “Good poems, good poems, the master’s shot is indeed quite different, alas, in contrast, my poems may be only one-tenth of the brother, the gap is still too big.”

  Liu Qingfeng patted a horse fart.

   “Poetry is pretty good, but I can’t understand it, it’s a bit complicated, it’s not as simple as the one you wrote.”

  Qianye Ye answered very honestly.

   “Send the poem over.”

   Lu Changsheng left the payment, and then let the people in Wangjiang Tower send it over.

   That’s it, the time of Yixiang incense passed quickly.

  Single dance performances began in the center of the square.

   The finale will be announced after an hour.

   Soon, an hour passed by in a hurry.

  The song and dance performance is over.

The old man came to power again and smiled with a few poems in his hand: “Okay, thank you for your enthusiasm for your participation. With fierce competition, the top three in the Poetry Conference has been set. The following is the old top three recitations for everyone. “

   The voice sounded, and the geniuses clapped one after another.

   —

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   Tomorrow is the Chinese New Year.

   Can we break the reward list by 500 people before the New Year!

   There are currently 30 people left!

   Guiqiu! ! ! Crying Haw! In the new year, the author promises to complete the following three things.

   First: Never keep chapter!

   Second: Never be short!

   Third: Never delay writing!

thank you all!

  


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