"All the talented bachelors, I, Wu Yu, took a look before entering the pavilion just now, and felt very happy. Why? Hey, there are so many acquaintances!" Wu Yu stood there, half pinching his waist, speaking a little lazy.

When these words were said, there was a burst of laughter under the pavilion.

"Haha, I heard that Mr. Wu Wei is unruly and indulgent, never follows the rules. Today I saw it with my own eyes! "

"Mr. Wu is so wonderful. Just this sentence brings me to the distance from Mr. Wu, and it will be a big deal."

“……”

Although Wu Wei was over fifty years old, he was not restrained. He looked at the crowd in the audience and laughed without any concern on his face. He still smiled, waiting lazily for the people in the audience to finish their words.

Wu Wei and Tian Zhenhua stood on the stage at the same time, feeling quite contrasting.

One is formal, the other is unruly.

"I don't like Moji." Wu Wei said, and in front of everyone, he found a cushion in the pavilion and sat cross-legged. He ignored his image and pressed his left hand on his thigh, his elbow facing out, and his right hand was placed on his chin to rub it.

"Everyone has eaten and drunk enough. I believe they want to use what they have learned as soon as possible and communicate with many friends present."

"I don't want to disturb your atmosphere either, so I will announce now that the idyllic festival has begun!"

After saying a few words casually, Wu Wei waved his hand casually at the off-field. He was too lazy to look up at Tian Zhenhua and winked himself. He still sat alone, as if he couldn't wake up, and he squinted his eyes and smiled at everyone.

In his eyes, it was not a poetry gathering worth showing off, or it was held by his old enemies for many years. He did not value this poetry gathering at all.

The reason why he could come was because he could not escape Tian Zhenhua's kind invitation, so he wanted to come and see the meeting words that Tian Zhenhua prepared for him. He felt a headache when he saw them, let alone let him read them again.

The people in the audience looked at each other. The opening speech of Mr. Wu Wei was really... special!

Tian Zhenhua felt a little regretful at this moment. He thought that he could make the poetry club more glorious, so that this old friend would come to support him. Who knew that he would ruin his own affairs when he came up.

"Well, since Chief Wu She said to start, then let's start."

Tian Zhenhua had no choice but to glar at Wu Wei who was indifferent, then turned around and looked at everyone present with a smile on his face.

After saying that, everyone came back to their senses and applauded in great interest.

"The poetry meeting began!" the servant shouted.

Then he turned around and put down the bead curtain of the pavilion. Wu Wei and Tian Zhenhua sat opposite each other, not knowing what they were saying.

"The first item of the poetry meeting is to appreciate the poems written by the fields."

Zhang Yuan sat next to Liu Zhonglei and kept observing all this silently.

It was not until the servants raised the poems written by Tian Zhenhua by himself that he slowly came to his senses.

I watched everyone present slowly being distributed by the servant until they were distributed to their table.

Zhang Yuan picked up one and savored it carefully.

"The poems of Old Man Tian have some charm." Zhang Yuan looked at the poem word by word, sighing in his heart, and his eyes were full of praise.

As a top student in the history department in his previous life, he has always had a good appreciation of ancient poetry.

"Mr. Tian is indeed a talented person!" Liu Zhonglei looked at the paper in his hand and looked admiring.

When Zhang Yuan heard this, he curled his lips. He was not here, so why did he like licking so much?

Thinking of it, he put down the poem in his hand and closed his eyes to rest, but the next second, his expression frozen.

What's going on??!!!

Zhang Yuan's face was full of horror, and he didn't have time to think about it.

I quickly picked up a poem and read it carefully, and then put it down.

Close your eyes.

In less than a second, he opened his eyes in horror again.

This is....

Don't forget it all the time?!!!

In his mind, these two poems were printed word by word.

Zhang Yuan held back his crazy beating heart and tried to calm his face. This was the first time he had seen an article in the past two or three days.

Zhang Yuan, who did not believe in evil, picked up another piece of paper and read it carefully, then closed his eyes.

That's right!

Zhang Yuan opened his eyes, and his eyes showed ecstasy. He really never forgets it. He thought that the benefit of traveling through time was just the three-cannon fist in his body, but he really had no idea that he had such a golden finger!

And he could clearly feel that at this moment, the memories of his previous life gradually became clear in his mind, and every poem he saw or read gradually became clear in his mind.

Feeling the memories in his mind, Zhang Yuan tried hard to control his trembling breathing. This was definitely not as simple as never forgetting!

This little girl, did the second golden finger awaken today?

What I awakened this time was poetry, all the poems I saw in my previous life!!!

Zhang Yuan was a little disbelief. He took a deep breath, calmed down his restless heart, and thought silently.

I still remember the first time that the golden finger awakens was an improvement in the quality of the body.

It is also a sign of the success of the three cannon fist.

Zhang Yuan's mind began to calm down. At that time, the Three Paoquan was successful. He didn't care. He thought it was just a change brought about by time travel, but now if it is carefully thought, it is not.

Now that he saw the poems written by Tian Zhenhua, he awakened all the poems in his previous life. As long as he saw them, he awakened, even if he had not seen them, he would wake up!

Is there any connection between this?

Zhang Yuan recalled silently.

The last time I saw Qiao Hansheng awakening three-cannon fist, it seemed that he was competing with Qiao Hansheng.

At that time, some changes seemed to have occurred in his body! However, Qiao Hansheng's punch came quickly and quickly, and he didn't have time to think about it. He only remembered that a force rose and directly knocked Qiao Hansheng to the ground with one punch!

At that time, the three-paoquan master seemed to be because he saw Qiao Hansheng punching with his own eyes.

Then these awakening poems seem to be because...

I saw the poem written by the contemporary literary master Tian Zhenhua with my own eyes??

Zhang Yuan seemed to have a little enlightenment!

Qiao Hansheng's kung fu is definitely considered a master of martial arts in today's world!

Then my gold fingers seem to be...

Zhang Yuan had some vague speculation. If you saw people who were stronger in some fields showing this field with your own hands, then you could also gain the skills in this field?!

Why did Zhang Yuan have such speculation? Because he had seen poems written by some people on his mobile phone before, but he did not awaken his golden finger at that time.

From this we can conclude that your golden finger should see the person with your own eyes, and also see or touch what the person uses with his own hands in order to obtain skills related to the person's advantageous areas.

Zhang Yuan still has to explore what it looks like, just wait for the next verification.

Next time, I will find an opportunity to stand beside Liu Zhonglei and watch him direct the crew to see if he will gain knowledge about the director field. By then, all doubts will be solved.
Chapter completed!