Chapter 281 Chapter 281: Jealousy makes people look unrecognizable
“The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of face, the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is thick.”
“If we hadn’t met on the top of the jade mountain, we would have looked at the moon on Yaotai Meet next.”
“What a grand scene, what kind of beauty is this?”
“I don’t know what kind of scene the God of War was writing this poem.”
Martial Soul City is boiling.
It is true that Douluo Dalu is a martial artist, but they have almost no ability to resist such beautiful verses.
It is because of martial arts and lack of entertainment.
Even thirty thousand years later, a song like Tang Wulin's can move people's hearts. It's conceivable...
Compared with the poems of Shixian, Tang Wulin's singing is incomparable. It's different from..., it's not even comparable, even if the two are not on the same track at all.
Once this poem was published, it will be passed down through the ages.
In the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong held a piece of paper in his hand, with a glint in his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
After a while, she sighed.
Looking back on the past, half of her life was ruined by Yu Xiaogang, and the other half was ruined by Qian Xunji. It was really sad, so sad.
"If you had appeared thirty years earlier, why would you be like this?"
Of course, Bibi Dong has no feelings for Zhongli, and her words do not mean love.
After meeting a more perfect person, why did her vision end up focusing on Yu Xiaogang?
Can Yu Xiaogang be so talented?
As long as you don’t fall in love with Yu Xiaogang, there won’t be any of these troublesome things.
That's why she said such weird words.
"Could this poem of yours be written for Xue'er?"
Only her daughter Qian Renxue is worthy of such a poem.
As expected of mother and daughter, they all thought of it together.
For a while, Bibi Dong thought of something, smiling but not saying much.
If Zhong Li really likes Xue'er, wouldn't he be a good match for Qian Renxue with his existence?
Although she doesn't like this daughter, she also hopes that Qian Renxue can be happy.
In the hotel where Shrek Academy was resting, everyone was also savoring this poem.
Including Liu Erlong, everyone had a weird expression.
The impression Zhongli gave them was that he was powerful and terrifying.
Although there is some knowledge, it is a crooked way.
Especially the slanderous words are even more fallacious.
But as soon as this poem came out, even Tang San couldn't find any fault with it. It really made him feel a little restless.
As a "killer", the knowledge you learn is basically killing skills, or the nonsense literature in Xuantian Baolu.
At the same time, he is also an old friend, and he knows a little about it. Of course, if he knows a little about it, he really knows a little about it.
This poem was something that Tang San looked up to in terms of arrangement and artistic conception.
Clenching his fist, Tang San felt like he punched cotton, causing no damage at all, only incompetent rage.
“Why does he write such a poem!”
“Why does he do it!”
It’s just that he is strong, he practices first, and his martial spirit Qiang, he had a good chance, Tang San recognized all these.
But things like poetry have nothing to do with these!
It does not mean that if you live long, you will definitely be able to write poetry.
Jealousy makes people look ugly.
This is exactly what Tang San is today.
"Third brother, you are the smartest among us, you should also write a poem to criticize this Martial God Douluo!" Ma Hongjun looked at the paper in his hand with an angry expression and said to Tang San .
After hearing this, everyone looked at Tang San subconsciously, wanting to hear what Tang San would say.
Tang San: "..."
For those who didn't know, they thought Ma Hongjun was sent here by the opposite party!
Isn’t this embarrassing Tang San?
How much does he weigh? Does he know?
Write a poem to criticize Zhongli?
If Tang San could really do it, why would he be so incompetent and furious here?
“It’s just poetry, Xiao Daoer!”
“We are soul masters. We should focus on soul power cultivation. Practice hard and don’t focus on these useless things. "
Tang San said without changing his expression, but his heart was bleeding.
If he could, he would also like to complete a few sentences, but unfortunately, he can't!
"Third brother, what's wrong with you?"
"Why are you shaking?"
Xiao Wu stood behind Tang San and saw Tang San's body shaking slightly , asked subconsciously.
Everyone: "..."
Tang San: "o.0"
I originally wanted to say what Tang San said, it makes sense.
But in Tang San's performance, it is obvious that he is unable to write such a poem, is incapable of being furious, and can only say that the grapes are sour.
Everyone understood, but Tang San was one of their own, so they didn't expose it.
"The third brother is right. As soul masters, we should focus on the cultivation of soul power!"
Ma Hongjun said sonorously and forcefully, his eyes unwavering, but his eyes A trace of disdain deep down betrayed him.
Even an illiterate person like him thinks Zhongli’s writing is good and wonderful. I don’t know what’s good or wonderful about it, but it’s just good!
Tang San said that this was Xiao Daoer, and he was really not a son of a man.
Zhongli has reached the pinnacle of the human world, but he still can’t study poetry and poetry?
As if thinking of something, Ma Hongjun suddenly realized.
Yes, it's because Zhongli has reached the pinnacle of the human world, so he has nothing to do and spends all day listening to music!
This is the life he longs for!
Otherwise, stop practicing?
Zhongli had reached level ninety-nine, and might even have touched the limit of level one hundred, before he went to Goulan to listen to music. He, Ma Hongjun, was over forty at the time, so he went directly to Goulan to listen to music. Wouldn’t that mean he would have to walk a few steps less? A tenth grade detour?
And save decades or even hundreds of years of detours?
As soon as he had this idea, Ma Hongjun threw it away.
His teacher’s revenge has not been avenged, so how can he say that he will stop practicing if he doesn’t practice?
At the very least, he must avenge his teacher, and he is doing this!
But if you want to take revenge, you must beat Yu Yuanzhen. Yu Yuanzhen is the uncle of teacher Liu Erlong, and Liu Erlong is the teacher’s favorite person...
What a mess!
Ma Hongjun fell into deep thought for a while.
"Xiao San is right. As soul masters, we should focus on soul power cultivation!"
Dai Mubai nodded and said.
But there was a hint of uneasiness deep in his eyes, which showed that he didn't really care about this matter.
In the finals, you should meet that person, right?
What if you meet him?
“What should I do to survive?”
Dai Mubai also fell into deep thought.
Tang San and Ma Hongjun promised him that they would help him, but without the assistance of the daughter of the Zhu family, it would be difficult for him to compete with the Netherworld White Tiger!
Dai Mubai knew how powerful the Netherworld White Tiger was, and it was reasonable to question the strength of Tang San and Ma Hongjun.
After all, he was the prince of the Star Luo Empire, so the teachings he received were naturally different from others.
In his impression, the Netherworld White Tiger is one of the most powerful forces in the world.
Liu Erlong looked at the paper in his hand, then at Tang San, but finally said nothing.
Instead, she put the paper away, returned to her room, and started practicing.
"Teacher Erlong, what's going on?"
Everyone was a little confused about Liu Erlong's strange behavior.
(End of this chapter)