Good poems are like stars on the zenith!

A mortal can become an immortal if he picks only one!

Ye Ping has picked two of them now. It is difficult to pick the third one, more difficult than climbing to the sky!

Shi Yu didn't believe that Ye Ping had such ability!

Nothing wrong!

These three words are definitely Ye Ping!

"Remove the word "Do" and just do it!" But at this moment, Chen Yueling looked at Shi Yu mockingly and said lightly: "A frog in the well like you are really not qualified to guess Ye Ping. Do you think that three words can trap Ye Ping? You are wrong, you are very wrong! Let me tell you, those two poems are nothing to Ye Ping!"

"Listening to the Qin" and "Bu Suanzi·Not Love Fengchen" are nothing at all?!

As soon as Chen Yueling said this, there was a loud noise among the crowd, and the scene was like boiling porridge, making a noisy ball.

Everyone looked at Chen Yueling in shock.

Judging from what she said, Ye Ping seemed to have made better poems than this!

But, how is that possible?!

These two poems are rare in the world. If they are better, wouldn’t they really be in heaven?

"This sister, Lord Ye has written better poems? Why don't you say it, let me wait and listen carefully."

"Good sister, what other poems have Lord Ye written? Tell me about it..."

"A better poem than Tingqin and Bu Suanzi, sister, what kind of poems are they?"

In an instant, Yingying Yanyan looked at Chen Yueling eagerly, and asked excitedly.

My sister from Puliuxiang has such a vicious look!

After Chen Yueling arrived, they had already seen that Chen Yueling was a female, so naturally she would not foolishly think that she was her younger brother just because she was wearing men's clothes.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Shi Yu shook her head abruptly and denied it repeatedly.

But at this moment, his heart was already a little panicked.

He suddenly felt that he might have done something wrong.

Perhaps, if he does this at this moment, not only will he not ruin Ye Ping's reputation, but will instead make his reputation reach a higher level!

And such a situation was something he didn't want to see at all!

"Impossible? Stick up your ears and hear clearly!"

Chen Yueling smiled indifferently, followed her and looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and said slowly:

"The silk tung rope has seven strings without any end, and one string and one pillar reflects the Chinese New Year."

"Zhuang Sheng was confused about butterflies in Xiaomeng, and Emperor Wang was entrusted with the cuckoo in his spring heart."

"The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in the blue field is warm and the jade produces smoke."

"This love can be remembered? But it was already lost at that time."

Word by word, accompanied by the crisp sound of Chen Yueling, the huge Puliu Lane was now in silence.

On this night, candle flowers cannot rise, and needles can be heard!

"This love can be remembered? But it was already lost at that time..."

"This poem only exists in heaven, how can you hear it in the world..."

"So, someone really lives on these heavens, and with a light lifting of his hand, he can pick up a star..."

It took a long time, but I don’t know how long it took before the crowd woke up like a dream. I don’t know how many people were wet with tears in their eyes.

Everyone's eyes were all focused on Ye Ping's body. The eyes were full of longing and admiration, but more of them were amazed...

At this moment, they finally understood why Chen Yueling said that "Listening to the Qin" and "Bu Suanzi·Not Love Fengchen" were not good enough.

Because those two poems are still poems from this world!

But this song is clearly in the sky, shining like stars!

But now, Ye Ping reached out to take it off, letting it shine in front of the world.

Similarly, at this moment, many people showed even more guilt in their eyes, and they had suspicion for their previous concern for Ye Pingsheng.

Why did Ye Ping copy the poems from both hands on the world?

"What do you think of this poem? Have you seen it in ancient books?"

At the same time, Chen Yueling looked at Shi Yu, paused word by word, and mocked him.

"I...I..."

Shi Yu's lips moved, but she couldn't say a word.

He had just said that he recorded it because "Listening to the Qin" and "Bu Suanzi·Not Love Fengchen" were written too well.

But this song is obviously better than the one just now.

If there are such good poems, why can't I remember this one better, but I remember the other two?

"I can't say it, right? I didn't expect that, it was useless, right?"

Chen Yueling looked at Shi Yu coldly, paused word by word, and said in a deep voice.

"What evidence do you have to prove that this poem was written by him? You read it, maybe you wrote it?"

Shi Yu's eyes dodged, and the cooked duck was stubborn.

"I wrote it? If I could write such a poem, I would wake up laughing in my dreams! This poem was written to me the next day after Ye Ping came to Puliuxiang to listen to the piano!"

Chen Yueling sneered and said in a deep voice.

This poem was written for Chen Yueling!

The sister of Puliuxiang was boiling, and her eyes looked at her, so hot that it was almost spurting out light!

People often say that if you like someone, you wish you could pick the stars in the sky and give them to her!

But in this world, those people can't do it, but Ye Ping did it!

How happy a girl holding stars should be? How can it not be enviable?

"This is just one side of you."

Shi Yu bit her till she couldn't let go.

He knew that once he let go, he would only become a joke and be despised by countless people. The best way to hold on like this is to hold on like this.

Horizontal and vertical, Ye Ping should not be able to write the second song, and he can’t pick the second star anymore!

"you……"

Chen Yue Ling was angry, her pretty face was covered with thick frost. Deep in her eyes, the anger was about to turn into substance, and she just wanted to remove the stone jade from eight pieces.

She did not allow it. Someone slandered Ye Ping like this, and used the word "教育" to ruin Ye Ping's name!

"Why do you have to see him like this? He doesn't believe it. I'll make him believe it... It's a false idea, but unfortunately, you're wrong. People like me are not something you can guess. You don't understand the world of genius... Tonight, there are stars and moons, flowers and winds, wine and winds, and there are also intimate people on your side. It's just that my wonderful hands are just a matter of chance."

But at this moment, Ye Ping suddenly chuckled, held Chen Yueling's hand, looked at the brightly lit Puliuxiang, and then paused word by word, slowly said:

"The east wind blooms at night, thousands of flowers and trees blow down, and the stars are like rain. The fragrance of BMW carvings fills the road."

"The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance overnight."

"The moths and snow willows are golden, and the smiles are filled with fragrance."

"I searched for him in the crowd for thousands of times, but when I looked back, the man was in the dim light."

Without any warning or brewing, Ye Ping blurted out, and Puliu Lane was silent in an instant.

The east wind blooms at night, thousands of flowers and trees blow down, and the stars are like rain...

Looking back suddenly, the man is in the dim light...

They wanted to shout, they wanted to roar, but they opened their mouths wide but couldn't make any sound.

That huge shock filled the chest, making them unable to make any sound.

Blood Hand Poetry Demon?

No!

He is a banished immortal!

Only the immortals in the sky can write the poems in the sky!
Chapter completed!