infodatos Chapter 279
Chapter 279
"Why are these two guys here?"
Lu Changsheng was a little surprised.
Unexpectedly, the blissful feast in Jin brought these two guys here.
Under the pagoda, Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng accompanied each other, but they didn't wear the elder's robe, but the royal clothes.
Liu Qingfeng is a little better and looks very delicate, while Wang Fugui is fat and boasts that he is good at writing poetry?
"In recent years, they have joined in all the excitement, saying that they should learn from elder martial brothers and turn them into ordinary people."
Younger martial sister yunrou smiled.
Let Lu Changsheng not be silent.
This is called Huafan? At a glance, Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng, dressed in royal clothes, looked like they were rich. They were followed by four or five attendants, each carrying a lot of things. This is also called Huafan?
Are you sure you're not here to enjoy?
Alas!
With a sigh, Lu Changsheng knew that there must be no good when he met these two guys in such a place.
"Elder martial brother Qingfeng, I'm not blowing. No one in the world can compare with me in poetry except the Holy Lord Da Luo."
Wang Fugui vowed.
Liu Qingfeng was even more surprised.
"Are you sure, younger martial brother Fugui?"
Liu Qingfeng was very surprised.
"I'm sure. If you don't believe it, I'll show you what it's called climbing the top when the Wenta opens later."
Wang Fugui is full of seriousness.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the whole pagoda burst into bright light, and the voices of saints sounded.
"Heaven is healthy, and a gentleman keeps improving himself!"
"Thousands of gold scattered and returned."
"Plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold."
The voice of saints sounded. It was all what Lu Changsheng said. The tower roared. Then the eight doors opened themselves and invited scholars from all over the world to write poems.
For a moment, I don't know how many talented people and beauties went in, and many monks went in one after another.
The pagoda is a Taoist instrument. It doesn't look very big outside, but it's very empty after you go in.
It can accommodate 100000 people.
"Elder martial brother, shall we go in?"
Younger martial sister yunrou asked.
Lu Changsheng nodded and walked in to see if Wang Fugui had made progress in recent years.
Soon.
Lu Changsheng and Qian yunrou walk into the pagoda.
On the wall of the pagoda, there are pieces of white paper with topics written on it. If it is neat and approved by the pagoda, you can go upstairs. If you can't, you can only stay.
"Rich and noble junior brother, write a poem quickly. This problem is very good. Take heavy snow as the word."
Aside, Liu Qingfeng pulled Wang Fugui to write a poem.
"Elder martial brother Qingfeng, wait a minute. Let me think about it."
Wang Fugui wiped the oil stains on his mouth, but frowned and looked at the question.
After a while, he spoke slowly.
"The vast expanse of snow, the grass and trees form ice, the poor roll their bedding, and the rich enjoy the snow."
When Wang Fugui said this, he sighed and felt a sense of sharing worries for the people.
Liu Qingfeng fell silent.
Not only did he fall silent, but the talented people around him were stunned.
Only a few attendants came cheering.
"Good poem, good poem. The first two sentences of Childe's poem are briefly described, and the last two sentences are up to the poverty of the people all over the world. It's a good quilt. It's both vivid and reasonable. I admire the small one, and I really admire the small one."
"Yes, yes, poor people can only shiver under the quilt during the heavy snow, while rich people enjoy the snow. This poem satirizes the gap between the rich and the poor. It is really a great scholar."
"It's hard to imagine that young master Wang is not only handsome, but also good at writing poetry. He is really talented."
Several attendants brag that it's not easy to blow a soy sauce poem like this.
"Elder martial brother Qingfeng, how about this poem?"
Wang Fugui blushed and asked Liu Qingfeng.
Liu Qingfeng thought about it. To tell the truth, he really didn't study poetry. Although he thought Wang Fugui's poetry was not very good, the problem was that these attendants said it very well.
After thinking about it, Liu Qingfeng gave a positive look and said, "it's very good. It has the style of elder martial brother Chang Sheng."
He said so.
Let Lu Changsheng fall into silence again.
Sure enough, Wang Fugui's poetic ability is still so touching.
Sighed.
Lu Changsheng really didn't know what to say.
However, as many talented people continued to write poetry, the stairs still did not appear, which means that Wenta did not recognize their poetry.
That's it. Time goes by.
An hour passed.
Hundreds of thousands of talents gathered, and no one went to the second floor.
Outside the pagoda, all the people or monks in the whole country look at the pagoda.
For an hour, no one can reach the second floor.
This is very rare. Usually, someone may go upstairs in a quarter of an hour.
It's been an hour. No one can break through the pass successfully.
It's very puzzling.
In this way, half an hour later, it was late at night. In theory, someone should climb the tower.
It may be exaggerated to climb the top, but at least there should be thirty or forty floors, right?
But there is no shortage of talents with real literary talent, but they still can't climb the second floor, which is really puzzling.
However, just then, a voice sounded slowly.
"Thousands of mountain birds fly away, thousands of paths people disappear, lonely boats, coir hats, Weng, fishing alone for cold river snow."
The sound sounded calm and beautiful.
Twenty words describe the lonely snow scene.
At this moment, all the scholars were silent.
This poem is too beautiful.
In the pagoda, the color of snow appears.
On the snowy river, a leaf boat and an old fisherman were fishing alone in the cold heart of the river.
There is no bird in the mountains and rivers. Between heaven and earth, it is pure and silent, spotless and silent.
The talents were shocked.
However, at this time, Liu Qingfeng and Wang Fugui were also shocked.
They turned around and looked at Lu Changsheng with incredible eyes.
Although they could not recognize Lu Changsheng's appearance, their voice could be distinguished.
It's just, at this moment.
The ancient pagoda shook.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The whole pagoda burst out with boundless light and terrible talent, which turned into a divine light and went straight into the sky.
In the pagoda, the picture of saints hanging on the wall also shines brightly.
Lu Changsheng was surrounded by extremely extraordinary talents.
A virtual shadow of a literary palace appeared behind Lu Changsheng, and a saint appeared, showing his extraordinary.
At this moment, the whole state of Jin was shocked.
Outside the pagoda, there are four mirrors, which can let people outside the pagoda see the scene inside.
The wooden mask on Lu Changsheng's face disintegrated at this moment.