If I Don’t Die Soon, I’ll Really Become Invincible!

"Standing on the dangerous building, the wind is thin, looking at the extreme sorrow of spring, and the sky is gloomy."

Cai Xianggao looked at it while reading unconsciously.

Just as he was thinking, he saw the orange talent, suddenly leaping on the paper, erupting and surging.

The talent is gushing, and the atmosphere is faintly formed.

"This is……"

Cai Xianggao's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of the tip of a needle, and he let out an unbelievably sharp cry.

"One sentence Dafu!"

A word!

Just one sentence, it is "Dafu".

In other words, his sentence surpassed half of what Cai Xianggao just wrote.

But strictly speaking, lyrics are not counted that way.

Poems and words are all about one feeling.

Some poems start ordinary, but they lay the groundwork carefully, and the last sentence is the finishing touch, which directly turns corruption into magic.

There are also poems that go high and low, the front is full of talent, the back is disappointing, and it becomes a mediocre work.

But Ye Ning is different.

His start is simply a king bomb!

Just write one sentence, and you will reach the government.

Can such a poem fail?

Will it fail?

If this word can be written completely, what level will it eventually reach?

Cai Xianggao had forgotten that he was competing with Ye Ning.

His instinct as a reader was awakened.

I just want to see the emergence of a great work at this moment.

Everyone held their breaths and waited quietly for Ye Ning to write.

Like Cai Xianggao, they have a feeling that they are about to witness history.

I saw Ye Ning holding the pen and gently writing the next sentence.

"In the afterglow of grass-colored smoke, no one will rely on the meaning of the words."

As soon as I finished writing, my talent was blown out again.

Every written word exudes a bright golden light.

Ye Ning's majestic literary aura spewed forth, triggering the fragrance of brush and ink, emitting hundreds of times as much as before.

Even the people outside Chunfenglou could smell the scent of ink.

"A wonderful pen produces flowers, and the fragrance of ink spreads for ten miles..."

The pedantic beard was shaking, and his eyes were wet.

What kind of wording is this?

A miracle happened.

At the moment when the vision appeared, the talent exploded for the second time, and everyone was in a trance for a while, and suddenly there was a sense of desolation and loneliness.

The emotions conveyed in this lyric directly infected them.

"Mingzhou, this poem written by Lord Ye has reached the Mingzhou level!"

Someone is crying.

He was so excited that he burst into tears, what kind of person is he, Sansheng is fortunate to be able to see this great scene happen!

This made him feel that even if he died now, his life was worth it.

"Don't be noisy!"

Liu Sanyuan gave a low drink, and then said tremblingly.

"Brother Ye, please continue."

He was afraid that outsiders would disturb Ye Ning.

Ye Ning was not affected in any way, and he continued to write.

"I plan to get drunk on Shukuangtu and sing about wine, and strong music is tasteless."

When this sentence fell, the readers were collectively stunned, still savoring the taste.

But in the Spring Breeze Building, there was a low sobbing sound.

But it was the eight oiran who couldn't help shedding tears.

This song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" was written by Liu Yong, and Liu Yong was the lyricist who understood women's emotions best in that era.

His lyrics have touched countless women of the wind and moon.

So you can stay drunk in brothels without giving money.

It can be said that his lyric works are nuclear-weapon-level in terms of lethality to women.

Especially the brothel women, who think of their own life, seem to be smiling every day, but how sincere they are?

Shouldn't the sentence "Qiangle be tasteless"?

After three bursts of talent, the orange light gathered in the sky and turned into a rainbow.

The meaning of the word conveys a touch of sadness and magnifies in the hearts of everyone.

The woman burst into tears.

And those men with stories also felt the same way and sighed.

Just the last sentence.

The readers, who barely kept their sobriety, suppressed the grief in their hearts and waited for the last sentence.

This sentence is the most important sentence.

If you can finish it without losing the standard, it is possible to become a "national town" work!

Under everyone's attention, Ye Ning slowly finished writing.

Liu Sanyuan next to him, his eyes were round, and he read it unconsciously.

"I don't regret it as my belt gradually widens, I'm haggard for Yixiao..."

One sentence fell.

In the whole Chunfenglou, weeping.

This sentence simply describes the sadness of the brothel woman.

They look beautiful and are sought after by men.

But no matter how popular it is, isn't it still a plaything?

Indulge in sensuality every day, seemingly happy, but at night, it is endless suffering.

Men seek pleasure and often make promises.

If you believe, most of what you will get is sadness.

But if you don't believe it, people always have hope, right?

Who doesn't hope that one day, there will be a trusted husband who can give her the future, but what will she get in the end?

It can only be "to make people haggard for Yixiao".

A word, which means, or to their own taste.

Everyone's perspective is different, and the taste they taste is also different.

But for these brothel women, their goodwill towards Ye Ning increased rapidly like a rocket.

"Master Ye... No, Ye Lang is the man who understands our women best in this world!"

Ye Ning was locked in Ye Ning with those big watery eyes, whether it was the Eight Oirans or the other girls in the Spring Breeze Building.

There are thousands of feelings, thousands of tender feelings.

If Ye Ning is willing, they are willing to offer their own pillow seats.

After being moved for a short time, the readers' attention was attracted by the gushing talent.

The rainbow that condensed talent became a golden rainbow.

Suddenly, it flew out of the Spring Breeze Tower, just above the capital, and turned into thousands of splendor.

The piece of paper on which Ye Ning's words were written suddenly burst into a bright golden light.

Liu Sanyuan reached out to get it, only to feel that this piece of paper weighs more than a thousand catties!

"Paper weighs thousands of kilograms... This is, the word becomes the country!"

There was an uproar.

Ye Ning actually wrote Zhenguo poems!

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Seriously, does anyone still read books? If there is something, can you say something casually in the book review area? It has been a long time since no one spoke, and a group of people panicked. .

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