Mystery Makes Me Strong

However, although Wen Rensheng saw through the opponent's disguise, he didn't expose the opponent immediately. He wanted to see what the opponent wanted to do and what his background was.

So he remained calm, and together with the others, he followed the green-robed man through the bamboo grove, through the flower field, into the valley, and finally came to a flowing water garden.

As soon as they entered, everyone heard the sound of many poems being recited in an endless stream. When they looked up, they saw men in ancient costumes shaking their heads there.

"It rains in the sky and the earth flows upwards. Everyone says that spring rain is as expensive as oil. Farming is troublesome when it rains. It's better to sell oil in the first place."

As soon as they heard the first song clearly, they were overwhelmed by thunder.

However, this is just the beginning, and what shocks them is yet to come.

"Looking at Beishan from a distance, it looks dark. It's thinner at the top and thicker at the bottom. Looking down at the lake by the mountain, it's thinner at the bottom and thicker at the top."

"What things are flying in the sky, piles here and there; when you look up, you can't see it, it turns out that there is a flood in the sky."

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other.

Someone couldn't help but whispered: "At this level, I can hold back a few songs."

"Yeah, even though I just passed the Chinese in the college entrance examination, I can write three or four poems in a day."

"It seems that this difficulty is not high."

The panda on the side turned to look at Li Yuanfeng, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Before Li Yuanfeng could answer, the green-robed man looked drunk and nodded repeatedly at the doggerel writers: "Not bad, not bad, it's really down-to-earth, better than those flowery, painless poems. There are too many. Vulgarity means strength, the more people you like, the more tenacious your vitality."

Hearing this, the eyes of the others lit up.

"It turns out that Master Qingzhu likes this kind of taste."

"That's right, I've heard too many poems that hurt the spring and autumn, and I'm tired of crooked people. They groan and groan without illness. They are useless to national affairs. It's better than these doggerel poems, which can penetrate the hearts of the people and develop their wisdom." Someone forced Explain a wave.

Even Li Yuanfeng and Wang Yanhu nodded their heads repeatedly, not realizing what was wrong.

Isn't it? Those guys who can do poetry, there are not many popular ones, of course not absolute, there are still some people who can be both civil and military, but the chances are too small, too small.

Only Wen Rensheng understood this when he heard this: This man in green robe is really ruthless, he is dragging others to blow himself up.

When these people do these nonsensical limericks, they will no longer be able to catch the eyes of the real "green bamboo" and will be eliminated automatically.

And he didn't do anything bad from the beginning to the end, it was all caused by these people's misunderstandings, so it wouldn't cause any bad consequences.

Since Wen Rensheng understood this, of course he couldn't do what the other party wanted.

Of course, he can't expose the other party, because he has no evidence, the only evidence, he must never tell it, as long as he tells it, it is an act of death.

So when others started to hold back doggerel one after another, he searched his stomach and found the most famous poem about bamboo.

It just so happened that there was no Qing Dynasty in this world, and that master of poetry and painting did not exist.

This is Zheng Banqiao's "Bamboo and Stone" poem.

The full poem is as follows:

"Stay firm on the green hills and not relax, the roots are originally in the broken rocks; thousands of blows are still strong, let the east, west, north, south wind!"

Wen Rensheng did not simply recite it, but used his mysterious painting skills to make a painting of "Bamboo and Stone" at the same time, and wrote this poem on it.

In his opinion, this poem could not be better used to describe the two generations of Dongzhou.

No matter how many hardships you have endured, you will always sprout new shoots again because you have the strongest background, lush and green, connected together, smiling proudly.

When he made the last stroke, he saw a sudden silence in the valley.

Everyone found that they couldn't speak at all. It seemed that the whole world was worried about these noises, which affected such an artistic conception.

Of course, the so-called "heaven and earth" must be that Mr. Qingzhu.

Seeing this, the green-robed man panicked.

He naturally knew that he was an abandoned child, and he was just using it to exchange other outstanding talents. In fact, the effect was also good, and he did trap a lot of people who didn't know what to do.

But being cheated is only because they are too greedy, they only want to curry favor with the big boss, but they forget to carefully screen them.

People are like this, even if they are superior, once they fall into greed, they will make many ridiculous mistakes.

And when others laugh at these people, think about it carefully, why wouldn't you make the same mistake because of your little greed?

However, he never expected that among the new group of people, there was someone who could really impress that boss.

You must know that their group also tried their best to attract the attention of the other party, so they did not hesitate to reduce their competitors by self-explosion.

Li Yuanfeng and Wang Yanhu looked at each other, with joy in their eyes.

Of course they can feel what this atmosphere means. It is clearly stated in the information that when that "green bamboo" appears, it will have such an effect.

Because the other party doesn't like to be noisy, this is also similar to the habit of bamboo, which has always had a "quiet" meaning.

After a while, everyone saw Rensheng's figure disappearing from the valley.

At the same time, his painting and poem disappeared.

Some people saw the paintings and poems and recited them immediately.

"Thousands of blows are still strong, let the wind from east to west, north and south, good poetry, good poetry," someone recited shaking his head.

"The painting is better. I just happen to have some memories, so hurry up and copy it down."

Everyone was discussing with each other, the quality of the poems, for those who have a very high level, it can be heard just by listening.

Especially after the comparison with the previous soy sauce poems.

Which can be handed down, even more so.

In history, there was a poet Song Zhiwen, who heard his nephew Liu Xiyi's words "the flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year". Knowing that it must be handed down to future generations, he wanted to keep it for himself. The nephew first agreed, but later regretted it. If he didn't, he would kill his nephew.

Of course, his appreciation level is indeed very high, and this poem has indeed been handed down to later generations.

Li Yuanfeng fell into deep thought after hearing this poem.

Wang Yanhu saw his brother's expression, and patted the opponent's leg with his bear's paw. With the panda's current height, it can only reach this level.

"Brother, what are you thinking? Is there something wrong with this poem?" He worried.

"No, the poem is very good and has a profound meaning. It reminds me of many people. God help those who help themselves. You worked so hard to find that Liao Aoquan. Now it seems that it is not as good as Wen Rensheng's contribution to a poem." Li Yuanfeng sighed.

"Poetry is a stepping stone. If you want to maintain a long-term relationship, you have to look at the details of your daily life." Wang Yanhu doesn't think this is superfluous.

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At the same time, Wen Rensheng appeared in a bamboo house.

There was no one in the room, only many pictures and poems were hung on the walls, including the "Bamboo and Stone" he just painted.

A voice sounded.

"I've already understood what you're asking for, and you can take anything you want from here." The voice couldn't identify a man or woman, it was like the sound of wind blowing, or the sound of waves.

Wen Rensheng looked around carefully, and reconfirmed that there was no one there.

It seems that what Ahandeb said is correct, this guy's depression may not be cured yet, and he doesn't want to see people yet.

now it's right.

He no longer wanted to contact that green bamboo, but carefully searched for the things in this room.

For others, it may be difficult to find the most valuable things.

But for him, it's a matter of getting his hands dirty.

So he stroked them one by one.

I didn't even spare the wood for the table feet...

In the end, he really caught it. The most valuable thing in this house, which most people would hardly think of—is its door.

As a guest, the host said he would give you a gift, who would think of taking away the door of the host's house?

So they will subconsciously rule out this option, and then focus on those calligraphy, paintings and poems, because those things seem to be the most worthy of collection.

In fact, it is also the case. In the analysis of the Mystic Seed, those poems and pictures have different magical functions.

However, everything is inferior to those two bamboo doors.

"The Gate of Nothingness: After entering a door, you can appear behind another door at will."

"Mystery degree: 9999."

"Mysterious components: any door, blur technique, absolute defense."

This is the first time Wen Rensheng has seen an item with a mystery degree of 9999.

It can be seen how good the things of the big brother's house are. This is like playing games with the previous life. Any piece of equipment on the krypton gold big brother is beyond the reach of ordinary players.