Eldest Senior Brother is Ordinary

"Why are these two guys here too?"

Lu Changsheng was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Jin Guo's bliss feast actually brought these two guys over.

Under the Vantaa, Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng accompanied them, but they didn't wear Da Luo elder robes, but wore Jinyi.

Liu Qingfeng is a little better, looks very delicate, but Wang Fugui fat and fat, also boasting that he is good at writing poetry?

"In the past few years, they have gathered together in a lively way and said that they should learn from their brothers, and they should also be ordinary."

Sister Yun Rou chuckled lightly.

Lu Changsheng could not help being silent.

This is called Huafan? A glance, Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng, dressed in brocade clothes, looked like a wealthy family, followed by four or five servants, each carrying a lot of things, this is also called Huafan?

Are you sure this is not to come to enjoy?

Ugh!

With a sigh, Lu Changsheng knew that in such a place, when these two guys were encountered, there would be no good.

"Brother Qingfeng, I'm not blowing. No one can compare me to poetry in the world except for Lord Luo.

Wang Fugui said vowedly.

Liu Qingfeng was even more surprised.

"Sister Rich, are you sure?"

Liu Qingfeng was very surprised.

"I'm sure, if you don't believe it, when the Venta opens, I will call it the summit."

Wang Fugui is serious.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, in an instant, the entire Venta burst into a bright light, and the sound of the saints burst.

"Tian Xingjian, the gentleman keeps on improving himself!"

"Thousands of gold is scattered and returned."

"Plum blossom from the bitter cold."

The sounds of the sages were all mentioned by Lu Changsheng, the Venta rumbling, and then the eight doors opened on their own, inviting people from the world to write poetry.

For a while, I didn't know how many talented ladies and beautiful ladies walked in, and many monks also entered.

The pagoda is a Taoist. It doesn't look too big outside, but after walking in, it's quite empty.

It can accommodate 100,000 people.

"Brother, shall we go in?"

Sister Yunrou asked in this way.

Lu Changsheng nodded his head and walked in to have a look, just to see if Wang Fugui has grown in these years.

quickly.

Lu Changsheng and Qian Yunrou walked into the Pagoda.

On the walls of the pagoda, there are blank sheets of paper with titles written on the blank paper. If the poems are neat and approved by Venta, they can go upstairs. If they can't, they can only stay.

"Sister Fu Gui, you are writing poetry quickly. This is a very good question, with the word Daxue."

Aside, Liu Qingfeng pulled Wang Fugui to write poetry.

"Brother Qingfeng wait a moment, let me think about it."

Wang Fugui wiped the oil stain on his mouth, but frowned, looking at the question.

After a while, he spoke slowly.

"The snow is white, the trees and trees are frozen, and the bed is covered with poverty, and the rich people appreciate the snow scene."

When Wang Fugui said this, he even sighed, and felt a sense of concern for the people.

Liu Qingfeng on the side fell silent.

Not only did he fall into silence, the talent around him also froze.

Only a few followers heard the sound of applause.

"Good poems, good poems, this poem by the son, the first two sentences are described simply, and the last two sentences are up to the poverty of the people in the world. It is a vivid blanket that is both vivid and reasonable. Small admiration, small admiration is really admirable. ."

"Yeah, yeah, the poor people can only tremble in the blankets during the snow, but the rich people appreciate the snow scene, this poem, ironically the gap between the rich and the poor, really a great scholar and also."

"It's hard to imagine that Wang Gongzi is not only handsome and handsome, but also so good at writing poetry.

Several entourages brag their heads and praise, it is not easy to blow a soy sauce poem like this.

"Brother Qingfeng, how about this poem?"

Wang Fugui asked Nei Liu Qingfeng with blush.

And Liu Qingfeng thought about it, to be honest, he did not have any research on poetry. Although he thought that Wang Fugui's poem was not very good, the problem was that these followers said it very well.

After thinking for a while, Liu Qingfeng gave a positive look: "It's pretty good, with the style of Brother Changsheng."

He said so.

Let the side Lu Changsheng fall into silence again.

Sure enough, Wang Fugui's ability to write poetry is still so touching.

Sighed.

Lu Changsheng really didn't know what to say.

However, as the geniuses continued to write poems, the stairs still did not appear, which means that Venta did not recognize their poems.

That's it, time passed little by little.

A full hour passed.

Hundreds of thousands of talented people gathered, and no one went to the second floor.

Outside the Venta, all the people or monks in the whole country looked at the Venta.

After an hour, no one could reach the second floor.

This is very rare. Usually, someone may go upstairs in a quarter of an hour.

This is an hour, no one can successfully pass the barrier.

It's very puzzling.

In this way, half an hour later, it was already late at night, and in theory someone should have climbed the tower.

It may be an exaggeration to climb to the top, but should there be at least 30 or 40 floors?

But one hundred thousand talents ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ there is no lack of genuinely talented people, but it is still unable to board the second floor, which is really puzzling.

However, at this moment, a voice slowly sounded.

"Thousands of birds are extinct, thousands of people are gone, lonely boat, and fishing in the cold river alone."

The sound rang, calm and beautiful.

Twenty words to describe the lonely snow scene.

At this moment, all literati were silent.

This poem is too beautiful.

In the Venta, the color of the snow scene appeared.

Above the river under heavy snow, a small boat, an old fisherman, was fishing alone in the heart of the cold river.

There is no bird in the thousands of mountains and rivers. Between heaven and earth, it is pure and silent, spotless, and Wan Lai is silent.

The geniuses were shocked.

However, at this moment, Liu Qingfeng and Wang Fugui were also shocked.

The two of them looked back and looked at Lu Changsheng with incredible eyes.

Although they could not recognize the appearance of Lu Changsheng, their voices could be distinguished.

Only, at this moment.

The ancient Venta shook.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

The entire pagoda burst into immeasurable light, terrifying talent, and turned into a beam of divine light, straight into the sky.

Among the Venta, the sage figure hanging on the wall also shines brightly.

Lu Changsheng is surrounded by extremely extraordinary talents.

A phantom of a literary palace appeared behind Lu Changsheng, and a saint was manifested and extraordinary.

At this moment, the whole Jin Kingdom was shocked.

Outside the Venta, there are four mirrors that allow people outside the Venta to see the scene inside.

At this moment, the wooden mask on Lu Changsheng's face collapsed on his own.