God Emperor Descends: I Have Hundreds Of Millions Of Attribute Points

Yi Qingtian smiled.

He felt ashamed and a little shameless for plagiarizing a masterpiece from his previous life. After all, it wasn't his poem, but...he didn't expect there to be something more shameless!

He actually took works that were not from this world as his own!

Shameless!

How shameless!

and.

The people around are still convinced! ! !

No one would doubt Li Qinghe.

What is Yi Qingtian?

A country boy from the wild south.

A Talent is the worst trash in the world.

Who will believe him? !

Except for a few people in Baihualou, all the people around cast disgusted eyes, even those young ladies who admired him were all full of contempt.

"Plagiarism dog!"

"Hmph! I thought I was really talented, but I didn't expect it to be a poem I bought. Pooh!"

"Little big brother, I bah~~~"

"It's so shameless. I still regard you as an idol in my heart and a beacon for us to move forward. So you are this kind of person, hmph!" Fatty, a woman who looks like Li Kui, three hundred pounds, glared at Yi Qingtian viciously, and then It was as if he had been tricked by Yi Qingtian.

Huang Yaoyao was anxious, but she didn't know how to defend Yi Qingtian.

Liu Yidao was also in a hurry.

Looking at the disdainful and disgusting faces around them, they will not even be able to enter the top sixteen if this continues, and they will even be hated by everyone.

There is no shame in buying poetry.

The shameful thing is not to admit it, but also to say that I wrote it myself.

This shames everyone.

Those supporters felt cheated, they all walked away from the sedan chair in Baihualou, and each stared at Yi Qingtian in disgust.

Li Qinghe showed a smug smile, thinking to himself, "Boy, fight with me? You are still far behind!"

He has already decided on Yi Qingtian.

When he heard this poem, his heart was shocked.

How can there be such a good love poem?

That imagination, that every word, every word is so just right, sublimating love to transcend time, transcend distance to the highest Realm.

He admires it!

At the same time, he also made up his mind.

This poem, he decided to prostitute!

As long as he speaks, no one will doubt it.

Who would doubt today's poetry saint?

Everything was as he expected, no one believed Yi Qingtian, and everyone stood by his side.

People around cast more admiring glances at him.

He will once again make a big splash in Luo Cheng.

Dongfang Ping said in surprise: "Li Qinghe, did you write the Queqiao Fairy?"

Li Qinghe was neither humble nor overbearing, and responded: "I wrote it a few years ago, but I haven't published it yet. This time, Baihualou came to buy poems and sold them."

"Hahaha..." Dongfang Ping laughed loudly, "I knew it, how could he be a piece of shit who could write poetry?"

"Write a fart."

"Yi Qingtian, are you making a fool of yourself now?"

"Hahaha……"

Dongfang Ping laughed triumphantly.

soon.

The story of Yi Qingtian copying poems spread.

Mandarin duck building.

Dongfang Xinyi was filled with indignation, and said: "Waste is waste. How can the most wasteful person in the world write poetry? It's really shameful. Such shameless people are not qualified to enter Canglan College."

"Youwei Little Sister, don't you think so?"

Li Youwei raised her eyebrows, her face didn't change a bit, and she didn't respond.

She felt that there was no need for Yi Qingtian to fake this kind of thing.

Yi Qingtian doesn't need to fake it either!

but.

What does it have to do with her?

Dongfang Xin vowed: "I will definitely not let this kind of corrupt trash enter Canglan College!"

...

Chunfeng Building.

The three landlords also laughed all over their faces.

"A waste must have the consciousness of a waste, and if you copy poems, you will copy poems, and you still refuse to admit it?"

"Hahaha……"

"Baihualou is doomed this time!"

"The previous Oiran House, this year they couldn't even make it to the top 16. Now they will really laugh out loud."

...

The noisy poetry incident continued to ferment.

In just a short moment, it attracted countless laughs, and more and more people gathered here. They either insulted or laughed at Yi Qingtian.

Yi Qingtian smiled all over his face and didn't care.

Li Qinghe looked at Yi Qingtian proudly, he didn't have To put in one's eyes at all for this brat, he was too young and too inexperienced. It was like a tiny ant, he could crush it to death as much as he wanted, it couldn't escape from his palm at all.

Li Qinghe: "What are you laughing at?"

Yi Qingtian: "I have never seen such a brazen person."

Li Qinghe's face didn't change at all, "You, a boy who bought my poems, actually called me shameless? You let everyone judge and judge, who is shameless?"

The voice fell.

Everyone pointed at Yi Qingtian and angrily said, "He!"

Li Qinghe smiled triumphantly.

Then.

He walked up to Yi Qingtian, pressed it against his ear, and said in a low voice, "Boy, what are you? You are far behind Li Qinghe in poetry. Even if you wrote the fairy magpie bridge, what can you do?" Like? Right now, this moment, it’s me who wrote it.”

finished.

He also patted Yi Qingtian on the shoulder with an encouraging face, and said, "Boy, plagiarism is shameful, don't do it next time."

that look.

that look.

Incomparably proud, incomparably rampant.

Murderous heart ah!

Yi Qingtian smiled.

Laugh out loud.

"Hahaha, hahaha..."

Everyone stared at him.

"Is he crazy?"

"Stupid?"

"Plagiarism dogs deserve to die."

Sudden.

Yi Qingtian's smile faded away, his eyes turned fierce, and he said, "Li Qinghe, the sage of poetry, right? Listen to daddy."

turn.

"The east wind blows flowers and thousands of trees at night. It blows more and falls, stars are like rain, BMW carves are fragrant all over the road, phoenix flute sounds, jade pot lights turn, and fish and dragons dance all night."

"Moth Xueliu's golden thread, full of laughter and faint fragrance, I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was in a dimly lit place."

finished talking.

The surrounding gradually became quieter.

Li Qinghe's heart trembled slightly.

Without waiting for everyone to react.

Yi Qingtian uttered another high-pitched voice, "Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one column think of the Chinese New Year, Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies, and Wangdichun's heart entrusted cuckoos. There are tears in the moon and pearls in the sea, and smoke in Lantian's warm sun. This feeling can be waited It became a memory, but it was lost at the time."

Another song.

The surrounding area was eerily quiet, everyone was looking at Yi Qingtian.

Li Qinghe's body trembled a little, and the two poems crushed him.

However.

Yi Qingtian uttered again.

"In the past, the sea was too difficult to be water, except that Wushan was not a cloud. I took the time to look back at the flowers, and I was half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king."

Another song.

Yi Qingtian stared at Li Qinghe and said loudly: "Li Qinghe, is this your poem too?"

"Do you dare to admit it?"

"what?"

Li Qinghe's face was pale, his body trembled, and he was almost unable to stand still. He looked at Yi Qingtian and said in a trembling voice: "This,, this,,"

Yi Qingtian didn't wait for him to finish, and said again, "As bright as snow on a mountain, as bright as the moon among the clouds..."

"Wish to win the heart of one person, never leave each other!"

"Is this your poem too?!!!"

"Pfft..." Li Qinghe spat out a mouthful of blood in a panic, fell to the ground, and passed out.

Yi Qingtian stared at Li Qinghe, who was fainted on the ground, and kicked him away, "Poem sage? Pooh!"