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And Qu Yuan's fame is too great.

Countless historical figures have watched Qu Yuan's life through Zhang Cheng's video.

"Ding, get Qu Yuan's reward: Shizu. "

This reward allows the host to export into a poem, which is a necessary thing for the manifestation of sainthood before people. "

Zhang Cheng was very interested in Qu Yuan's tip, and immediately chose to inherit this tip, and he replaced the detective talent that he couldn't use for the time being.

Immediately, Zhang Cheng was ready to try this poetic talent.

He only thought about it for a moment, and then came up with a poem.

"Thousands of years in the world, what year is the big dream. "

"How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. "

......

Zhang Cheng took out a brush and wrote down this improvised poem. Because Zhang Cheng has a variety of unique temperaments, this poem is also full of inexplicable charm.

Both the content of the poem and his handwriting are excellent, like a fine work of art.

Zhang Cheng wrote several poems in a row, each of which was full of talent.

"It's not good to say it's good, but only when more people appreciate it can it mean that they are good poems. "

Looking at the few poems in front of him, Zhang Cheng muttered.

He thought of a place, and this place was the Demon Capital Black Market.

The location of the black market is in a dungeon, a place where there are many dragons and dragons, and there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng took the poem and headed towards the place where the black market was.

Not long after, Zhang Cheng came to the black market. Although it is a dungeon, everything here is not much different from the outside world.

If there's one big difference, it's that there's more to sell here than the outside world.

Of course, most of the things that can appear here are not seen in the dark.

Shuttling through the streets of the black market, Zhang Cheng found a lot of antique streets.

Even on the side of the road, there are many people setting up stalls selling all kinds of antiques.

Zhang Cheng found a place where there were few people, and also took out his poems.

"It's so fresh, it's the first time I've seen someone selling poetry here. "

"Haha, maybe he's a great poet?"

......

Zhang Cheng's appearance made the surrounding vendors can't help but laugh at him and treat him as a pleasure.

Passers-by also looked at him with lively eyes, and no one was really interested in his poems.

Zhang Cheng turned a deaf ear to everyone's eyes, and just sat by himself.

"How your poems are sold. "

At this time, a voice reached Zhang Cheng's ears.

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with glasses who seemed to be an intellectual, which is why he was interested in Zhang Cheng's poems.

"Those who don't know the goods are hard to buy, and those who know the goods don't take a penny. "

Zhang Cheng replied lightly.

"Oops, it's still packed. "

"I don't know, I thought he was selling some kind of gold, silver and jewelry. "

......

Zhang Cheng's words made everyone laugh at him again.

However, the middle-aged man did not laugh at him, but became more and more interested in Zhang Cheng's poetry.

At the same time, not far away.

Two figures, one old and one young, also walked towards this antique street.

One of the old men saw Zhang Cheng selling his poems, and couldn't help but stop.

"Grandpa, what's wrong. "

Walking in front was a beautiful girl, full of agility.

Zhao Yu's eyes were full of doubts, her grandfather was a famous master of Chinese studies. How many people want to see him on weekdays but can't beg to see him, but now how can they be interested in a young man who is setting up a stall.

And this young man sells strange things, and he actually sells his own poems in the antique street.

Although Zhang Cheng's poems are bound and impossible to read, the paper he uses is very ordinary.

That's it, what else can be expected of his poetry to be outstanding.

The old man smiled and said, "This young man is not ordinary! I feel a unique poetic sense in him, and this kind of temperament can only appear in the great poets of ancient times." "

As he spoke, the old man walked straight towards Zhang Cheng's location.

"Let's see if you really have what Grandpa said. "

Seeing that his grandfather valued Zhang Cheng so much, Zhao Yu pouted with some dissatisfaction.

On weekdays, grandpa loves her the most.

I didn't expect that now, I can't compare to a poetry seller.

At this time, Zhang Cheng saw that the middle-aged man was a person who pursued poetry. He also casually opened a scroll of poems, revealing the contents of it.

"The new buildings are dazzling, and there are no pavilions in ancient times. "

"It is common for the old and the new to alternate, and there are heroes from generation to generation. "

......

"Good poetry, good poetry!".

After the middle-aged man finished reading the poems on the scroll, he let out a sound of admiration again and again.

And those who laughed at Zhang Cheng before also closed their mouths after seeing this poem!

They all felt a sense of shame in their hearts, ashamed of laughing at Zhang Cheng.

Even if many people are not proficient in poetry, they will still feel that this poem is a masterpiece.

In just a few words, he narrated the historical situation, giving people infinite emotion. What's even more incredible is that these words are so charming, and they complement the content of the poem. "

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