Chapter 981 Door
However, although Wen Rensheng saw through his opponent's disguise, he did not expose the opponent immediately. He wanted to see what the opponent wanted to do and where he was from.
He then remained calm and followed the man in green robe through the bamboo forest, through the flower field, into the valley, and finally came to a flowing water garden.
As soon as they entered, everyone heard the sound of many poems being recited in an endless stream. Looking up, they saw men in ancient costumes, all shaking their heads.
“It rains from the sky and flows from the ground to the ground. They say that spring rain is as expensive as oil. It’s troublesome to farm when it rains. It’s better to sell oil in the first place.”
As soon as they heard the first song clearly, they were stunned.
However, this was just the beginning, what shocked them was yet to come.
“Looking at the distance, the North Mountain is dark, and the upper part is thinner and the lower part is thicker. When I lower my head and look at the mountainside lake, the lower part is thinner and the upper part is thicker.”
“Something is flying in the sky, and a bunch of things are coming from the east. He looked up and saw that there was a huge flood in the sky. "
When everyone heard this, they looked at each other.
Someone couldn't help but whispered: "At this level, I can hold back a few songs."
"Yes, even though I just passed the Chinese language test in the college entrance examination, I can still do it if you give me one day." Three or four songs."
"It seems that it is not difficult."
The panda on the side turned to look at Li Yuanfeng and asked in a low voice: "What's going on?"
Before Li Yuanfeng could answer, the green-robed man looked intoxicated and nodded repeatedly at those who wrote limericks: "Not bad, not bad, it's really down-to-earth. It's better than those flashy, painless moans." The poems you sing are much better to listen to. The more people like it, the stronger your vitality is. ”
Hearing this, the others' eyes lit up.
“It turns out that Mr. Qingzhu likes this kind of taste.”
“That’s right, I’ve heard those poems that sadden spring and autumn too much, and I’m tired of them. Moaning without illness is of no use to national affairs. It is not as good as these doggerel poems to penetrate into the hearts of the people and develop their wisdom." Someone explained forcefully.
Even Li Yuanfeng and Wang Yanhu nodded repeatedly without realizing anything was wrong.
Isn’t it? Of those guys who can write poetry, there are only a few who can do popular things. Of course, it is not absolute. There are still people who can be both civil and military, but the chance is too small.
Only Wen Rensheng heard this and realized: This man in green robe is really cruel, he is pulling others to blow themselves up.
When these people write these unflattering limericks, they will no longer be able to catch the eye of the real "Green Bamboo" and will automatically be eliminated.
And he didn't do anything bad from beginning to end. It was all caused by these people's cleverness and misunderstanding, so it wouldn't cause any bad consequences.
Since Wen Rensheng understood this, of course he couldn't follow the other party's wishes.
Of course, he can't expose the other party, because he has no evidence. The only evidence, he absolutely cannot tell, as long as he tells it, it is an act of seeking death.
So when others began to write limericks, he searched his brains and found one of the most famous poems about bamboo.
It just so happens that there is no Manchu Qing Dynasty in this world, and that master of poetry and painting does not exist either.
This is Zheng Banqiao's poem "Bamboo and Stone".
The whole poem is as follows:
“Stand firmly on the green mountains and never relax, the roots are still in the broken rocks; I am still strong despite the hardships, regardless of the wind from east to west, north and south!”
Wen Rensheng did not simply recite it, but used his mysterious painting skills to make a "Bamboo and Stone" painting at the same time and wrote this poem on it.
In his opinion, this poem could not be better used to describe the two generations of Dongzhou.
No matter how many hardships we have suffered, we always sprout new shoots again because we have the strongest foundation, lush, connected, and proud.
When he put down the last stroke, he saw a sudden silence in the valley.
Everyone found that they could not speak at all. It seemed that the whole world was worried that these noises would affect such an artistic conception.
Of course, the so-called "here and there" must be Mr. Qingzhu.
When the man in green robe saw this, his face panicked.
Of course he knew that he was a discard, used to get rid of other outstanding talents. In fact, the effect was good, and he did deceive many people who didn't know what they were doing.
However, they were deceived only because they were too greedy. They only wanted to curry favor with the boss, but forgot to screen carefully.
People are like this. Even those who are superior will make many ridiculous mistakes once they fall into greed.
And when others laugh at these people, think carefully, why wouldn't you make the same mistake because of a little greed?
However, he never expected that among this new group of people, there would be someone who could really impress the big boss.
You must know that this group of people also tried their best to attract the attention of the other party, and they did not hesitate to use self-destruction to reduce their competitors. Li Yuanfeng and Wang Yanhu looked at each other, with joy in their eyes.
Of course they can feel what this atmosphere means. The information clearly states that when the "Green Bamboo" appears, it will have such an effect.
Because the other party doesn't like noisy, which is similar to the habit of bamboo. Bamboo has always meant "quietness".
After a while, everyone saw Ren Sheng’s figure disappearing from the valley.
Also disappeared at the same time, his painting and poem.
Someone saw the paintings and poems and recited them immediately.
"Still strong despite being struck hard and strong, no matter how wind blows from east to west, north or south, what a poem, what a poem," someone recited, shaking his head.
"The painting is better. I happen to still have some memory, so I quickly copied it."
Everyone was talking to each other. For people with extremely high standards, they can tell at a glance. of.
Especially after the comparison with the previous soy sauce poems, this is even more true.
Whether it can be handed down to the next generation is even more so.
In history, there was a poet, Song Zhiwen, who heard his nephew Liu Xiyi make a statement: "The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year." Knowing that it must be passed down to future generations, he wanted to take it as his own. First he agreed, then he regretted not giving it, so he killed his nephew.
Of course, his appreciation level is indeed very high, and this poem has indeed been passed down to later generations.
After hearing this poem, Li Yuanfeng fell into deep thought.
Wang Yanhu saw his senior brother's expression and patted the other man's leg with his bear paw. With the panda's current height, it could only go so far.
"Brother, what are you thinking about? Is there something wrong with this poem?" he asked worriedly.
"No, the poem is very good and has a profound meaning. It reminds me of many people. God will help those who help themselves. You took the trouble to find that Liao Aoquan. Now it seems that the credit of Wen Rensheng's poem is not as good as that of Wen Rensheng." Li Yuanfeng sighed.
"Poetry is a stepping stone. If you want to maintain a long-term relationship, you have to look at the daily details." Wang Yanhu doesn't think this is redundant.
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At the same time, Wen Rensheng appeared in a bamboo house.
There was no one in the room, except for many pictures and poems hanging on the walls, including the painting "Bamboo and Stone" he had just painted.
A voice sounded.
"I already understand what you want. You can take anything you want from here." The voice could not distinguish between male and female, it was like the sound of wind or waves.
Wen Rensheng looked around carefully and confirmed again that no one was there.
It seems that Ahandeb is right. This guy's depression may not be cured yet, and he doesn't want to see anyone yet.
That’s right.
He no longer thought about contacting the green bamboo, but carefully searched for the things in this room.
For others, it may be difficult to find the most valuable thing.
But for him, it was just a matter of getting his hands dirty.
So he rubbed them one by one.
Not even the wood for the table's feet was spared...
In the end, he really caught him. The most valuable thing in this house is probably very difficult for ordinary people to think of—— It's its door.
If you are a guest at your door and the host says he wants to give you a gift, who would think of taking away the door of the host's house?
So they will subconsciously exclude this option, and then focus on those calligraphy, paintings, and poems, because those things seem to be the most worthy of collection.
In fact, this is also true. In the analysis of mysterious seeds, those poems and pictures have different magical functions.
However, all of them are inferior to those two bamboo doors.
“The Gate of Nothingness: After entering one door, you can appear behind another door at will.”
"Mystery degree: 9999."
"Mysterious composition: arbitrary door, virtualization technique, absolute defense."
This is the first time Wen Rensheng has seen an item with 9999 degree of mystery.
This shows how good the things from the boss's house are. This is like playing games in the previous life. Any piece of equipment on the Krypton Gold Boss's account is beyond the reach of ordinary players.
(End of this chapter)