Hearing what he said, the audience was stunned. After coming to his senses, they shouted and scolded each other. The chapter was updated the fastest

"You are a pariah who doesn't know the best of the world. You dare to ask Miss Fengfei what conditions you have to ask Miss Fengfei. It's simply shameless and ridiculous!"

"Whoever cares about what you write, is that you are a villain, and the dog cannot spit out ivory. You should keep your mouth shut as soon as possible to avoid tainting our ears."

"Who do you think you are? You have to know your identity, just a pariah, and you dare to be rampant here?"

"Bah, this untouchable is the most despicable untouchable ever seen in your life!"

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Everyone was shouting and scolding here. At this time, Na Linying waved his hands around the field and said, "Everyone should be calm, everyone should be calm!"

After the surroundings became quieter, he glanced around jokingly and said, "Unparalle people are also human rights. Since he said he could write something, let him write it. Let's see what he could write, and how about it?"

When everyone heard this, they immediately understood and turned the wind and began to encourage the other party to write. Most of them had the intention of playing and watching the fun in their hearts. They were just a deceased person. They could write something elegant, elegant and elegant, just limerick, and they could use it to make fun of it.

As for the other party's sentence just now, "The bright moon is born on the sea, and the world is sharing this time", everyone thinks it was just a coincidence that the other party heard from a bard who didn't know where, and this sentence is nothing but countable.

Everyone was shouting and encouraging here, but Jiang Ping stood there, but there was no movement for a while.

Lin Ying was a little impatient and shouted, "You untouchable, you said you wanted to write it. Why didn't you write it again? Could it be that what you said just a big talk. There is really nothing in your stomach, haha--"

He laughed loudly as he said that, and the others also laughed.

Jiang Ping ignored it and just said straight to Miss Fengfei: "I said that as long as Miss Fengfei agrees and answers my question, I will write one article."

Princess Ouliya, who was beside her, was already intrigued by the words "The bright moon is born on the sea, and the world is sharing this time", and then hurriedly asked: "What's the question? You said, if Miss Fengfei knew about it, she would naturally answer you."

Jiang Ping ignored it and just looked straight at Miss Fengfei.

Miss Fengfei was also very curious and nodded immediately and agreed, "I don't know what the question you are going to ask. If Fengfei knew, she would definitely tell everything and say everything."

When Jiang Ping saw him, he was about to ask a question. At this time, Princess Ou Liya said, "Your Excellency to write a poem first and then talk about it. After that, Miss Fengfei will naturally answer your question. Are you still worried that Miss Fengfei will be able to lose money?"

Jiang Ping thought about it and didn't say anything more. He walked straight to the large central table, took the pen and ink, and then walked to a blank banner hanging next to him. He raised his pen and wrote a poem on it.

Seeing this untouchable really want to write a poem, everyone's eyes gathered. The venue was laughing and laughing, and everyone was trying to play and watch the show. They wanted to see what the other party could write.

Jiang Ping held the inkstone in his left hand and the pen in his right hand. He dipped it in ink and wrote it on the blank white paper.

When someone saw his pen writing, he laughed loudly. When he saw the words he wrote out in a crooked manner, some people couldn't help laughing.

"This, it seems like the word "spring" is written?" someone asked.

"It should be. This word is too ugly, it's simply dirty!"

"Just a pariah, can you ask for more? It would be great to be able to write words!"

"I'm about to vomit when I see this word, so I can't keep reading!"

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After seeing the other party pick up the pen and write the first word, the sarcasm and laughter sounded everywhere one after another.

The ridicule and sarcasm of these people is not unreasonable. The word written by Jiang Ping is indeed a bit ugly. He has never written such a brush before, nor has Eden ever written. Now it is good to be able to write such a word "spring" that can barely be seen clearly.

Princess Ou Liya and Miss Feng Fei couldn't help but frown when they saw each other's words. This word was written too unsightly. If they saw such words, no one would read them again.

How could a person who can't even write a good poem? They were all a little disappointed. If it weren't for the previous sentence "The bright moon is born on the sea, and the world is sharing this time" that touched them too much, they would probably have no patience to read it at this moment.

Jiang Ping ignored the sarcasm and laughed around him, and continued to write on the white paper with his pen, and the words he wrote were still "unbearable to the eye".

"The second word seems to be the word 'Jiang'?" someone asked loudly again deliberately.

"It should be, but the word "Jiang" is too ugly, as if written by a three-year-old child."

"I think it was written by a three-year-old child, which is also an insult to a three-year-old child! All three-year-old children write better than this!"

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"Look, the third word is out, can you recognize it..."

"It seems to be a 'tide'?"

"It should be."

"This word is too ugly..."

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"The fourth word is the word "water"!"

"The fifth word comes out, is it the word 'lian'?"

"The sixth character is the word "sea"!"

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Everyone was watching hard and talking. Now they felt that letting this untouchable "ghostly drawing talismans" here was a waste of time. Looking at the words written by the untouchable is a huge torture.

With Jiang Ping's pen pausing slightly, the first sentence finally came out.

Someone read it out in one breath: "The tide of spring river reaches the sea level..."

Seeing this, someone was already sarcastic and sarcastic, saying, "This sentence is really ordinary. Just look at the beginning and you will know that it is the level of limerick. You don't need to read the ones below!"

"I thought it was something amazing. Such sentences could be written by a three-year-old child!"

"It's not easy to get through, it's just a mess!"

"I think it's better to ask the pariah to stop and not embarrass you here!"

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The sounds of ridicule and mocking were heard all around him, but Jiang Ping turned a deaf ear and continued to write. After writing for a while, he became familiar with some strokes, and gradually the writing speed began to accelerate.

"The bright moon on the sea has a tide..."

At this time, the second sentence came out, and someone chanted it loudly.

After reading this sentence, the originally noisy atmosphere in the field suddenly became much quieter, and a magnificent picture of the bright moon on the sea slowly rising with the tide appeared in many people's minds.

"What did you write, that's all..."

Some people were still slandering, but their momentum and voices were not weaker.

Yes, what Jiang Ping is writing at this moment is the masterpiece of eternal song, known as "the lonely chapter covers the entire Tang Dynasty", and represents the top Tang Dynasty poetry, "Spring River Flower Moon Night"!

Just imagine, Tang poetry is the peak representative of the Chinese poetry culture. The article Jiang Ping is writing at this moment is even more hailed as the poem in the poem. The peak on the peak, the lonely article is enough to surpass the entire Tang Dynasty. From this we can see its powerful artistic value and charm!

Jiang Ping felt that using this unique work to shock these unicorn people was to kill chickens and use a ox knife, and there was no problem at all. Compared with this article, the poems written by these unicorn people can be said to be cramming by a three-year-old child, and cannot be compared.

"The waves are rippling for thousands of miles, and there is no moon in the spring river!

The river flows around the fragrant dwellings, and the moon shines on the flowers and forests like snow.

The frost flows in the sky without feeling the flowing, and the white sand on the ground cannot be seen.

The river and sky are all color without dust, and the lonely moon is in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon by the river? When did the moon in the river shine on people?

Life has been endless from generation to generation, and the river and moon look similar every year.

I don’t know who the moon in the river is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water..."

Jiang Ping writes faster and smoother the more he writes, and the words he writes are not so ugly.

But now, no one in the field has paid attention to his words. How well he wrote them, everyone has begun to be infected and fascinated by the sad and beautiful artistic conception in this poem.

"Who is the first person by the river to see the moon? When is the moon in the river shining? Life has been endless for generations, and the moon in the river is similar every year. I don't know who the moon in the river is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water..."

It was so beautiful. Miss Fengfei sang softly, her beautiful eyes closed slightly, and she couldn't help but look intoxicated.

Princess Ouliya looked even more obsessed and stood there, not moving for a long time.

"The white clouds are gone, and the green maple surrounds the lake is full of sorrow.

Whose boat is a small boat tonight? Where is the place to miss the bright moon building?

Poor moon wanders upstairs, and should shine on the mirror table of people leaving.

The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and the pulping anvil is blown back.

At this time, we look at each other but don’t hear each other. I wish to shine through the moonlight.

The wild geese fly long and the light is not shining, and the fish and dragons leaps into the water.

Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but I felt sorry for the spring and didn’t return home.

The river flows and spring is about to end, and the moon sets in the river pond and sets in the west again.

The slanting moon hides the fog in the sea, and the infinite road of Jieshi Xiaoxiang.

I don’t know how many people will return on the moon, and the moon will shake the love of the river trees..."

Beauty is so beautiful, the overwhelming beauty comes to us, as if it wants to completely intoxicate and subdue people.

I really didn't expect that there were such beautiful poems in this world. Each sentence is the beauty that penetrates the bone marrow, continuous and continuous, beautiful and intoxicating, and beautiful, just want to indulge in this wonderful poem, and listen to this wonderful and infinite sound of nature forever!

At this moment, Jiang Ping had already put his pen on the table and finished the whole poem "Spring River Flower Moon Night".

There was a strange silence in the scene, without any praise. In the face of such artistic treasures, all praise was redundant.

There is no more ridicule and insults, and everyone's hearts seem to have been captured and purified by this poem. Any rude words appearing at this moment is a blasphemy of beauty. (To be continued...)
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