Su'an layman Li Qingming frowned slightly.

He gave Qing'er a fierce look. This girl was so naughty. Even though she knew that I was most disgusted with mediocre talents in my life, she just asked me to do some literary skills with these mediocre talents.

Although she knew that Qing'er was deliberately taking revenge on her, Qing'er represented the Ouhualou at this moment. She had already said it, and she had to accept it even if she didn't accept it. Otherwise, the reputation of Ouhualou would be ruined, which would be equivalent to destroying her reputation.

Li Qingming's mind changed slightly, and immediately had an idea and laughed loudly: "I can't say what kind of literary skills it is. Even if I discuss poetry with all literary friends, I will finish my discussion."

"I was also trying to take this opportunity to solve a problem in poetry and prose."

A dignified lay Buddhist Su'an would encounter difficulties in poetry and prose?

If you were overjoyed before, now the "talented men" are just surprised.

The Zhike Hall suddenly became quiet, and even Bao Zheng was curious and looked up at the talented woman behind the pearl curtain.

Li Qingming continued: "Everyone in the world says that I was born with a talent for poetry, but few people know that I, Li Suan, also had a time when I was exhausted.

Last spring, I climbed a mountain. I wanted to write a poem, but I didn’t expect that the poem was exhausted that day. I barely wrote the first two lines, but I had no literary talent and nothing. Later, I thought hard, but I couldn’t think of any wonderful sentences that could save this poem…”

"This half of the quatrain has now become a devil in my heart, and it is extremely difficult to break it. Today, I would like to ask all the 'talented men' to gather their ideas. If anyone can answer the wonderful sentence, he should be the leader of today's literary works!"

"Sister Li, you are so cunning."

Qing'er pouted her little mouth and gave Li Qingming a little dissatisfied.

No matter what I say, I can’t make the following half of the poem, I believe in you.

Bai Su has always liked reading and has great attainments in poetry. Although she is naughty and does not like poetry, she has become an expert in her sister.

How could Li Qingming not know that he was impatient to communicate with these "talented men" and deliberately asked a difficult problem and wanted to end this so-called literary meeting as soon as possible.

Just because of the mediocre talents downstairs, I am afraid that they can't even meet each other, so they will leave in shame.

Li Qingming smiled and said, "You little devil, come with your sister." Don't look at what kind of methods I, Mr. Su'an, do you think of it."

"All talented men, you have to hear it clearly. The first two sentences are: one up and one up and one up to the top of the mountain... Ordinary, ordinary, and no literary talent. Li Suan made you laugh."

After saying that, he stopped talking and waited for the "talented men" downstairs to retreat.

In fact, she was not just playing tricks on everyone. She was originally meant to write a powerful poem about the ecstasy, but the first two lines were ordinary, and the last two lines were thunderous.

This kind of poetry does not talk about the foundation of poetry, but it is the most sensible for spirituality and quick wisdom. It is the game that everyone loves to play in poetry.

Li Qingming also intended to challenge himself. When he made the first two sentences, he never thought about the following text at all, but he really stumped himself.

I kept holding it until I went down the mountain, but I didn't come up with a wonderful enough postscript.

Later, I thought hard, and although I had the following text, I always felt that the beauty was not enough, so I pressed down on this poem and stopped mentioning it. Naturally, no one in the city knew that Mr. Su An had written a new poem again.

Today, Qing'er was so embarrassed that Li Qingming simply took out this half of the poem to make things difficult for the talents downstairs. He had no hope of anyone making exquisite quatrains that would make these people retreat.

In this way, the open-minded mind of Mr. Su'an showed her literary name.

"These... these two sentences... are these half a poem about the opposite elegy?"

"Exquisite,...it's so exquisite, it's hard to follow the following. Brother Zidan, you have always been outstanding in poetry, but can you have the following?"

"Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! Everyone should not ask me. This is a quatrain that even lay Buddhists are stumped. What kind of virtue do I have? How dare I follow up the text?"

"Yes, yes, it's not that I'm not talented, but that I'm a great layman. I'm not as good as I can."

"Although it is still honorable even if it is defeated, but even if it is defeated, it is still honorable..."

The talents downstairs are not fools either. As soon as Li Qingming wrote the first half of the poem, he knew that he had no hope. At this time, he needed to praise each other and give each other a step.

Anyway, no one can write the last two sentences, which is not considered a shameful sentence. Looking back, you can also boast about talking about poetry with Mr. Su'an, which has benefited a lot.

Niu Dagang is not a scholar, but his eyes are very vicious. He laughed in a low voice: "Suan Su'an clearly looks down on these mediocre talents and deliberately raises a problem. What kind of literary skills? I, old Niu, see that this is about to end."

Chen San smiled bitterly and said, "Boss Niu, aren't you scolding us yourself?"

"Haha, including Lord Bai, we are all real men who make a living from the edge of the knife. How could we be the same as these sour literati?"

Niu Dagang picked up the unfinished refreshment on the table and stuffed it into his sleeve. Seeing Bao Zheng frowned and thoughtful, he said strangely: "Dalang, you are ready to leave. What are you thinking? Do you really need to respond to the woman's wrong poem?"

Bao Zheng was surprised in his heart.

He not only read this poem about the opposite elegy, but also has it all!

It was written by Tang Yin and Tang Bohu, a famous talent in Blue Star history.

Tang Yin was outstanding in his life, so his poems were naturally wonderful. Unfortunately, he was not in a good state and was mostly in love and tenderness. However, this poem was a thrilling mind and majestic writing, which made future generations envious.

What shocked him was that the two worlds had such a clever connection. In the last world, there was a guy named Tang Bohu who accidentally got a full poem, but there was a talented woman in this world who only got half of her...

The half of the poem against the opposite elegance echoed in his mind, and Bao Zheng subconsciously recited it; "One up and one up and one up and one up to the top of the mountain..."

The Zhike Hall suddenly became quiet, and two pairs of wonderful eyes looked at Bao Zheng through the bead curtain.

Niu Dagang, Chen San and Bai Yutang looked at him blankly. Is Bao Dalang going to throw everyone's face in public? If you can't make the next two sentences, don't speak casually. (It's Chen San, the previous text is written by Chen Er, and it has been corrected)

"Raise your head and the sun is red and the white clouds are low!"

When Bao Zhengmin wrote the third sentence, surprise eyes shot together.

This sentence is just a matter of course, but it is not a good idea. But the first two sentences describe the difficulty of climbing a mountain. They slowly reach the top of the mountain, as if they saw a weak woman sweating and wet silk clothes.

After this sentence, I finally reached the peak. I looked up at the red sun and the white clouds were lower than my feet. It was relieved and I secretly cheered for the mountaineering woman.

It was originally a well-behaved sentence, but it became a masterpiece.

As for Su'an's layman, he was a great scholar of the dynasty, not a weak woman... Is this very important? Literature needs to be appropriately exaggerated!

“Huh?”

Li Qingming's beautiful eyes were slightly brighter, and he was actually looking forward to Bao Zheng's following.

Bao Zheng slowly recited the last sentence.

"A glance at the sky in the thousands of miles of rivers!"

"Good poem!"

Even Niu Dagang, who doesn't understand poetry, slapped the table.

The reason why people who were called good poetry in ancient times was to make ignorant women and children understand and praise them when they were uncivilized.

The hall suddenly became silent. Li Qingming lifted up the bead curtain blocking his eyes, looked at Bao Zheng from afar, and his beautiful eyes were rippling...

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