Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

   In this world, what other reason could a conceited scholar be reluctant to reveal his poems to others?

   Young Master Lu was about to fetch the last poem scroll on the tray, but Luo You moved faster.

  Because he was already prepared, just when Young Master Lu's eyes fell, Luo You had already followed his heart, slipping between his palms like a swimming fish, and quickly grabbed the poem scroll again in his hand.

   Young Master Lu's hand followed closely, and his hand shape changed, as if a bird was pecking, and he grabbed the poem scroll in an instant.

   The movements of the two were not large, but the speed was as fast as a phantom, and they passed in the blink of an eye, and the surrounding onlookers didn't even have time to see what they did.

   I just heard Young Master Lu say, "Brother Luo, what's the matter? You are very interested today, do you want to read a poem?"

  Luo Youdao: "No, how about asking Mr. Wu to read this poem in person?"

   Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and threw the poem scroll he took out!

The paper of the    poem scroll was light and soft, but when Luo You threw it, the light paper seemed to have a spine in the running water, and a blade in the breeze. The paper flew out, causing the sound of breaking wind.

  Whoosh!

   The poem scroll flew in front of Mr. Wu, and at this time, the tricky peck on Lu Gongzi's hand had just arrived at the key acupoint on Luo You's left elbow.

   Luo You's moves are old and exhausted in one breath. At this time, he can no longer change his moves to dodge.

   In the midst of lightning and flint, Luo You didn't dodge either, he just raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes seemed to be shocked, and looked at Mr. Lu.

   I have to take a gamble and see if this Lu Xuanyi dares to hurt him in public!

  In an instant, the two looked at each other, and Lu Xuanyi's eyes were heavy. When the wind blew, his hand sank suddenly—

  Lu Xuanyi avoided the action of pecking at Luo You's key point, and forcibly changed his move at a critical moment!

   Lu Xuanyi let out a soft muffled sound, and forcibly changed his moves, causing him to lose his temper.

   At this time, the poem scroll that was thrown in front of Mr. Wu was also caught by him. When the poem roll was flying, it was fierce and windy, but when it really fell into Mr. Wu's hands, it was soft and light.

  Mr. Wu grabbed the poem scroll in his hand and exclaimed at the same time.

   His exclamation even covered up Lu Xuanyi's painful groan.

   "Huh? This, this is... a quatrain!"

  Mr. Wu has a high-pitched voice. What is a "quatrain"? In his exclamation, he obviously did not only refer to the metrical form of the poem, but also to the fact that the poem was written so well that it could be called "absolute"!

  Mr. Wu held the poem scroll in both hands and recited aloud: "I love orchids that are different from the crowd, and I don't like the color of the spring sun. The west wind is cold and dew under the deep forest, even if there is no one, it will be fragrant."

After reciting   , Mr. Wu did not analyze it, but just shook his head and recited the poem again as if intoxicated.

After reciting    for the second time, he did not give up. He dragged the tone, recited like a song, brought rhythm and singing, and recited the poem a third time.

  No, wait until the third time, you should not simply say chanting.

   This is clearly singing!

   Poetry Poetry, outstanding psalms are meant to be sung.

  Mr. Wu's voice is low and powerful, and his singing is quaint and elegant. With such twists and turns, he recites this song "Lan" so movingly that the audience listened to it several times and couldn't help but follow.

   And the more you read it, the more you have the beauty of poetry and poetry, and the feeling of fragrant cheeks.

After reading   , there is no need for Mr. Wu to analyze the poem again, and everyone present was convinced by this poem.

   Even Lu Xuanyi, who had just been attacked by the change move, couldn't help but caress his chest while dazedly following the poem, immersed in the beauty and interest of the poem.

   "The west wind is cold and dew is deep in the forest, even if no one is there..." he murmured.

  Compared with this, Zhang Yun's previous sentence, "Staying aloof from afar, not borrowing from the autumn wind", seems to be somewhat pretentious and vulgar.

  Lu Xuanyi's face slumped, and in the crowd, Zhang Yun, who was originally aloof, also involuntarily lowered his hands by his side and clenched them into fists.

   A sound of laughter sounded, it was Luo You!

  Luo You laughed loudly: "That's it, such a good poem! With such a good poem ahead, how can Luo Mou not be resigned to the disadvantage?"

   He glanced around and asked, "Who is Cheng Ling from Ping An Fang?"

  Cheng Ling actually felt a little embarrassed. She wanted to show her face in front of people and blog some names in order to gild herself, but this turning point and such an exaggerated effect was something she could not have imagined.

   But embarrassment is embarrassment, and when it’s time to stand up, you have to stand up.

   Luo You's voice fell, and Cheng Ling walked out slowly.

   All the people present felt that their eyes were bright, this young man was full of spirit and graceful, as vigorous as pine and bamboo, as fragrant as orchid, fresh and handsome, and seemed to have the demeanor of heaven and man.

   Saying that Lang Yan is unique is not an exaggeration!

   With this appearance, the hearts of everyone present could not help but tilt towards Cheng Ling.

   After all, everyone in the world can't help but look at his face. If "he" can still have a handsome appearance for a young man with outstanding talent, then who can not fall for him?

   Even if you don't fall, you still like it a little bit.

  Luo You had long noticed Cheng Ling, and at this time he even laughed happily.

   He said "Okay" in a high voice, and then said, "If you have ambitions in front of you, Cheng Lang's poems are written on the top! Alas, everyone, it is really helpless to be entrusted to you."

   Said, and openly put his poem scroll directly into his sleeve pocket.

   At this point, the reason why Luo You had to **** that poem from himself was completely revealed.

He smiled at Lu Xuanyi, who was still sluggish, and said, "Brother Lu, I'm ashamed to call me Luo Jinglun. You can't put this nickname on Xiaoke anymore, I can't stand it, I can't stand it. Stay, ashamed, ashamed!"

  Lu Xuanyi smiled reluctantly, turned his head to look at Cheng Ling, and just complimented dryly: "Brother Cheng, your poetry is so good, you actually scared Luo Jinglun... Haha, haha."

How about    Cheng Lingneng?

   She then said: "Several people praised their love and praised them."

  Luo You hurriedly said, "What a ridiculous praise, Brother Cheng, you can afford it! Come on, let's discuss your poem."

   said, he walked quickly to Cheng Ling's side, as if he was going to reach out and embrace her.

  Cheng Ling took a staggered step and smiled back without leaving a trace: "Brother Luo, is it possible to enter the Xingxing Tower today?"

   Luo You was stunned for a moment, and immediately looked at Lu Xuanyi.

  Lu Xuanyi said: "Of course it is possible, Cheng Langjun should be today's poet! Zhaixinglou should be opened for Brother Cheng!"

   As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Wu immediately asked, "Who did Cheng Lang learn from? Can he go to school now?"