Eldest Senior Brother is Ordinary

Mingyue Ancient Square.

When Sikong Nanqin's voice sounded, all of a sudden, everyone was completely quiet.

One of the four beauties in Zhongzhou, he asked Lu Changsheng to write poems by name.

For a while, everyone was also curious about what kind of poems Lu Changsheng could write.

Yesterday's, for heaven and earth, has shocked the world, and today everyone is looking forward to it even more.

But the poetry of love and love shouldn't have any big visions, right?

Well, it should!

Everyone thought so.

in the ancient workshop.

Lu Changsheng pondered for a long time.

Mainly because the composition of the proposition is not well written.

If there is no proposition, a sentence of being a fair lady and a gentleman is enough.

Why does it have to be titled?

Adore? miss?

Lu Changsheng pondered.

After a while, he thought of an ancient poem he had read in the book.

At the moment, Lu Changsheng spoke slowly.

"It's a matter of Nagato, it's almost a good time and it's wrong. There was once someone who was jealous of Moth's eyebrows."

"Qianjin buys Xiangru Fu, who can complain about this feeling."

"Don't dance. Don't you see, the jade rings and flying swallows are all dust."

"Idle and sorrow are the most painful. Hugh goes to lean on the dangerous building, the setting sun is shining, and the smoke willow is heartbroken."

Lu Changsheng spoke slowly.

This is a poem by Xin Qiji.

Among them, Xiangru Fu refers to Sima Xiangru.

It probably means that Gillian of Nagato Palace was looking forward to being summoned again, but she made an appointment with Jiaqi, but it was repeatedly delayed.

No wonder she was envied because she was too beautiful. Even though she spent thousands of dollars to buy Sikong Xiangru's name, who would she tell this sentimental sentiment to.

She adored Liu Che, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, but dared not tell him.

However, in the Xianxia world, there is no Sikong Xiangru, no Han Wudi Liu Che, no Feiyan Yuhuan, and no Gillian who is guarding the Changmen Palace.

But even so, this poem is still beautiful.

And in this moment.

In the Mingyue Ancient Square.

An anomaly appeared.

In the lobby, an illusory palace appeared. A beautiful woman held a poem in her hand. She was waiting for her beloved one with affection. Inside the Nagato Palace, it was quiet, lonely, and seemed lifeless.

Except for this beautiful woman, everything, there is unspeakable loneliness and loneliness.

Her eyes were full of love.

She admired Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, but dared not tell him.

"Qianjin buys Xiangru Fu, who can complain about this feeling."

Soon, these visions disappeared.

People could not help but indulge in poetry.

Everyone saw Gillian in Nagato Palace, and everyone felt Gillian's love.

"Good! Good poetry!"

"As expected of Senior Brother Lu, this level is simply much better than me."

"Although I didn't understand the meaning of this poem, but seeing the vision just now, I probably understand it."

"Senior Brother Lu is worthy of being a contemporary literary sage!"

"But that's not right, Brother Lu, Fairy Nanqin's question is, love and miss, you don't seem to answer the question, do you?"

Some people are curious, although they know that Lu Changsheng's poetry is excellent, but the problem is that it should not be written.

However, at this moment, a voice sounded.

"What do you know, Brother Lu's poem is written for the exquisite saintess. Isn't the title of the saints love and dare?"

Someone spoke, and a word woke the dreamer.

In an instant, everyone was stunned.

It was obviously Fairy Nanqin who took the initiative to invite Lu Changsheng to write a poem, but Lu Changsheng actually wrote a poem for the Linglong Saint first.

This operation... is simply a master of love.

The battle between women is extremely terrifying. Maybe whoever you pour a glass of water first can become the trigger.

Sikong Nanqin took the initiative to invite Lu Changsheng to write a poem, but Lu Changsheng first wrote a poem for the Linglong saint. What does this mean?

In the heart of a woman, this means that the Holy Maiden Linglong is better than Sikong Nanqin in his heart.

And Sikong Nanqin couldn't be angry, only jealous.

You are angry, don't you lose face?

This trick is simply superb.

hiss!

Ziqing Shengzi was the most shocked. At the same time, when he recalled before, he actually said that Senior Brother Lu did not understand women. For a moment, Ziqing Shengzi could not help but be silent.

It's not Lu Changsheng who really doesn't understand women, but himself.

High-rise, in the private room.

When Saint Linglong heard Lu Changsheng's poems.

Not even slightly surprised.

Sikong Nanqin took the initiative to meet Lu Changsheng to write a poem. To be honest, she was inexplicably unhappy.

But when Lu Changsheng wrote this poem, Saint Linglong felt extremely joyful for some reason.

However, she didn't know that she was ruthless, and at this moment, emotions appeared.

"Junior Sister Yunrou, I don't know the poem, can you be satisfied?"

Lu Changsheng chuckled lightly.

To be honest, if Sikong Nanqin is not Sikong Nanqin, he doesn't know each other at all. When the two women fought each other, Lu Changsheng would naturally choose to help someone he knew.

How can Sikong Nanqin be so beautiful?

I don't eat soft rice myself.

Do you let yourself write poetry?

Are you teaching me what to do?

"Junior sister likes this poem very much." Holy Maiden Linglong said, her voice was inexplicable, a little shy.

hiss!

For a moment, the monks up and down the ancient square could not help but gasp.

"Everyone, stop smoking, I can't breathe anymore." Because of his practice, Wang Fugui gained a lot of weight inexplicably, so he couldn't breathe.

Everyone was silent, and soon a resentful voice sounded.

"Senior Brother Lu, you should write a poem for others, after all, I am your admirer."

Sikong Nanqin's voice was somewhat coquettish, causing countless cultivators to look embarrassed.

And although Lu Changsheng wrote poems for the Linglong saint first, he would not deliberately damage Sikong Nanqin's face.

After all, if you really provoke a woman, the consequences will be terrifying.

All in all, women are not easy to be provoked. Once they are provoked, they must be ruthless.

cough!

After a slight cough, Lu Changsheng almost thought of the second poem.

"I advise you not to cherish the golden clothes, and advise you to cherish your youth."

"There are flowers that can be folded straight and must be folded, don't wait until there are no flowers to break the branches."

"The blue sky is cloudless and the moon is like a candle, and the dew weeping pear blossoms are as white as jade."

"Zigui cried all night until dawn, and the beauty was alone in an empty room."

Lu Changsheng said, this is Bai Juyi's masterpiece.

The original text is very long, and with the literary cultivation of these people, Lu Changsheng felt that they could not understand it when he said it, so he just took out the beginning.

The general meaning of this poem is to not have a good time.

If you love it, don't miss it.

The flowers can be folded straight and must be folded, don't wait for the flowers to be empty to break the branches.

Well, very neat.

Alas, the proposition of poetry is such a hassle, almost all the ink in the stomach will be emptied.

In the future, I will seldom come to such gatherings, after all, I have to save some for Immortal Realm.

What if the monks in the Immortal Realm have high literary self-cultivation?

If you don't hide some private goods, how can you pretend to be beep?

At this moment, Lu Changsheng finally understood why his elders always asked him to read more books when he was young.

Sure enough, reading can change fate.

Cultured people, seeing the beautiful scenery, come to a song where the green mountains on both sides of the strait face each other, and the lonely sails come to the edge of the sun.

When I saw the snow scene, I came to a song. It should be an angel who was madly drunk and smashed the white clouds into pieces.

Can this be beeping?

How can this not be the case?

If you don't read some books, you will see the snow scene, this snow is so fucking beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!

If there is no culture, then it is a scumbag.

Uh?

Why don't you blow it?

What are you doing?

Are the poems finished? Why don't you blow?

Suddenly, Lu Changsheng noticed that the surroundings were quiet and no one was blowing.

But the next moment, Lu Changsheng knew why.

on the escalator.

A stunning green-clothed woman appeared in everyone's eyes.

Sikong Nanqin appeared.

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Ahem, negotiated with the moderator and made a book review area activity.

【The 1st Story Contest】-【The 1st Character Autobiography Contest】

The requirements will be announced in the book review area, the first prize will be 500, the second will be 400, and so on, five places! QQ reading and starting point have both sides, so a total of ten people will win the award.

Friends with literary talent can try it! Don't say my literary talent is poor, I think Wang Fugui's poems are really not bad!