Weird World of Immortality

As a traveler, Zhou Fan didn't remember many poems, but as a person with certain education and training, he still remembered a few poems.

He sighed, it was really hard to lose.

Since he can not lose and show his cowardice, he doesn't plan to lose.

Zhou Fan picked up the pen and wrote the poem in one go.

After finishing the writing, Zhou Fan threw his pen and left.

But Du Ni, who was thinking hard, looked at Zhou Fan's back and shouted, "Brother Zhou, I haven't written yet."

Zhou Fan didn't look back and said, "Brother Du, if you can write better poetry than me, you can come to me to discuss poetry at any time, or don't bother me again in the future."

Du Ni is a little dissatisfied. Even if you write fast, how can you be sure that you will win?

Du Ni picked up the poem on the table and read it.

The voice is slow, looking for

Searching and searching, deserted and desolate, miserable and miserable. When it is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to rest. Three cups and two glasses of light wine, how can you fight him, the wind is rushing at night! Yan Guo is also sad, but it is an old acquaintance.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now? Guarding the window, how can it be dark alone! The phoenix trees are also drizzling, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word!

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After Du Ni read it, he frowned: "Slow voice? Why have I never seen such a word card? Is it a new word card?"

A word card is a standard tune name of a word. It has a fixed format and rhythm, and determines the rhythm and rhythm of the word.

Words are sung according to a fixed tune, and the choice of the name of the word brand determines the rhythm and rhythm of a word.

But Du Ni soon became immersed in the scrutiny of this poem, and his eyes became slightly red when he was pondering.

He hadn't been touched by a poem for a long time, which made him stand silent for a while before sighing: "Even if we put aside the words and phrases I haven't seen before, this poem is really well written."

"The sadness and sorrow of the grievances, the melancholy emotions seem to be embedded in every word, looking for, looking for, cold and lonely, desolate and miserable..."

He lowered his head and read it carefully again, and after reading it, a bitter expression appeared on his face: "No wonder Brother Zhou dares to say such a thing, even if I think about it for a hundred years, I won't be able to write it. Brother Zhou's poetry is so talented. It’s truly timeless.”

"And it was written in such a short time that I didn't need to think about it. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought that it would have been done by an elderly woman who was alone in a vacant room."

"No wonder Brother Zhou disdains to discuss poetry with me, a poem "Chrysanthemum Terrace" is now a poem "Slow Voice, Xun Xun Mi Mi", such a poem is destined that no one is qualified to discuss poetry with Brother Zhou, I also pretend to be Extraordinary, it's really embarrassing..."

Du Ni was amazed and ashamed.

But Du Ni soon thought a little strangely: "But Brother Zhou has always been infamous, except for "Chrysanthemum Terrace" and "Slow Voice: Xun Xun Mi Mi", there are no more works, and Zhou's talent is definitely It's someone who can write whenever they want, and who can leave countless poems handed down at any time..."

When Du Ni thought of this, he suddenly remembered what Zhou Fan had said, and was completely stunned, "Brother Zhou said that he doesn't like writing poetry, is this true? If so, then it's not surprising."

Du Ni was puzzled: "Brother Zhou doesn't like poetry, how can a scholar not like poetry?"

He was stunned again when he thought of this. He remembered that Zhou Fan was not a pure scholar.

"This world is full of eccentricities, but it's not that there are no warriors to protect safety, and you can also read and write poems when you are practicing. It seems that I don't delay at all."

"No, Brother Zhou has gone down the wrong path. Obviously, the talent of poetry is far superior to his martial artist talent. Why should he abandon poetry and only concentrate on martial arts?" Du Ni said bitterly: "I have to think of letting Brother Zhou go. Just get back on track."

Du Ni pondered, and soon his eyes lit up, "As long as Brother Zhou has become famous in poetry, and enjoys the benefits of fame, he should be able to return to the right path of poetry soon, I will take this for Brother Zhou. A poem goes out."

Du Ni has always had the character of doing what he says he does.

He picked up this poem, and went to read it to the teaching professor in the academy who likes poetry.

The teachers of the academy have always been divided into two types: civilian and military, each accounting for half of the country.

Civilian teachers are not helpless either. There are even many people with strong martial arts cultivation, but they naturally like poetry and books, so they become civilian teachers.

When I saw the slow voice of this song, after I came out of the sentimentality from the evaluation of the lyric, I admired the lyric with a look of joy as if it was a treasure.

But after hearing Du Ni explain the whole story, he was full of indignation.

"How can such great poetry be wasted?" The civilian teachers all said similar things.

Du Ni nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, so I ask the teachers to spread the word on Brother Zhou's behalf, and let Brother Zhou know that many people like his poems. Let's see if Brother Zhou can turn his back."

"You can rest assured, I will read this poem aloud in class, and students can't leave the class if they can't memorize it backwards." The teachers promised.

After Du Ni publicized it in the academy, he grabbed another senior brother and left the academy.

Du Ni seldom leaves the academy. The senior brother he brought along likes to participate in various literati poetry and lyric meetings.

Gaoxiang City is safer than other places~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There are many aristocratic families in the academy, and it is more literate. It is strange, and martial arts are of course important, but there are always high-level people who like some elegant activities that the lower-level people can't reach.

It's a status symbol.

Such is the case with poetry gatherings.

Du Ni took this senior brother and asked him to take him to the poetry gathering.

Du Ni's method of propaganda is crude and simple.

After he arrived at a poetry gathering, no one knew him. After waiting for someone to write a poem, he picked it up and read it, and then shouted: "Trash, it's unsightly, it's not as good as a three-year-old, I dare not take it out?"

Du Ni has always been known for his outspokenness, and the dissatisfied poets naturally refuted it. After Du Ni's sarcastic but well-placed evaluation, he was stunned by the refutation.

"You speak so well, what can you write?" People who write poems often end up glaring at Du Ni.

If it weren't for his indecent actions at poetry gatherings, people would often despise him. They would have wanted to beat Du Ni into a pig's head for a long time.

But in fact, fortunately, they didn't do it, otherwise it would be them who turned into pig heads.

Du Ni just waited for them to ask, he laughed and said, "I know myself, I know that my level is low, and I don't dare to write, but Zhou Juhua has released a new work again. You are reading this new work, I guess you will no longer dare to write. Write poetry."

After speaking, Du Ni took out the song "Slow Voice" and read it aloud.