Eldest Senior Brother is Ordinary Chapter 277: : 0 mountain birds fly, On myriads paths, not one foot-print in sight!

"Why are these two guys here too?"

Lu Changsheng was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Jin Guo’s bliss feast brought these two guys over.

Under the Pagoda, Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng accompanied them, but they didn't wear Da Luo elder robes, but wore Jinyi.

Liu Qingfeng is a little better and looks very delicate, but Wang Fugui, who is fat and fat, boasted that he was good at writing poetry?

"In the past few years, they have gathered all the excitement and said that they have to learn from their brothers, and they must also be ordinary."

Sister Yun Rou chuckled lightly.

Long Changsheng could not help being silent.

This is called Huafan? With a glance, Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng, dressed in brocade clothes, looked like a wealthy family, followed by four or five servants, each carrying a lot of things, which is also called Huafan?

Are you sure this is not to enjoy Fanchen?

Oh!

Sigh, Lu Changsheng knows that in such a place, when these two guys are encountered, there is no good thing.

“Brother Qingfeng, I’m not blowing. No one can compare me to poetry in the world except for Lord Luo.”

Wang Fugui said vowedly.

Mr. Liu Qingfeng was even more surprised.

"Sister Rich, are you sure?"

Liu Qingfeng was very surprised.

"I'm sure, if you don't believe it, when the Venta is open later, what I call the summit is the summit."

Wang Fugui is serious.

However, as soon as he finished talking, in an instant, the whole Venta burst into a bright light, and the sound of the saints burst into waves.

"Tianxingjian, so should we always strive to better ourselves!"

"spend all the money and more will come up."

"cold makes a blooming wintersweet."

The sounds of the saints were all mentioned by Lu Changsheng, the Venta rumbling, and then the eight doors opened on their own, inviting Tianxia people to write poetry.

For a while, I don’t know how many talented ladies and beautiful ladies walked in, and many monks also entered.

The pagoda is a Taoist. It doesn’t look too big outside, but after walking in, it is quite empty.

It can accommodate 100,000 people.

"Brother, shall we go in?"

Sister Yunrou asked in this way.

Lu Changsheng nodded his head and walked in to have a look, just to see if Wang Fugui has grown in these years.

Soon.

Lu Changsheng and Qian Yunrou walked into the Pagoda.

On the walls of the pagoda, there is a blank sheet of paper with a title written on it, and if you write poems with the title, you can go upstairs if you are neat and approved by the Venta. If you can’t, you can only stay Too.

"Sister Rich, you are writing poetry quickly. This is a very good question, with the word Snow on it."

Aside, Liu Qingfeng pulled Wang Fugui to write poetry.

"Brother Qingfeng, wait a minute, let me think about it."

Wang Fugui wiped the oil stain on his mouth, but frowned, looking at the question.

After a while, he spoke slowly.

"The snow is white, the trees and trees form ice, and the blankets are poor, and the rich people appreciate the snow."

Speaking of this, Wang Fugui even sighed, and felt a sense of concern for the people.

Liu Qingfeng beside him fell silent.

Not only did he fall into silence, the talent around him also froze.

Only a few followers heard the sound of applause.

"Good poem, good poem, son-in-law's poem, the first two sentences are described briefly, and the last two sentences are up to the poverty of the people in the world, and a blanket is both vivid and reasonable, small admiration, small reality Admire it."

"Yeah, yeah, the poor people can only tremble in the blanket under the snow, but the rich people enjoy the snow scene, this poem, ironically the gap between rich and poor, really Not even a literati."

"It is unimaginable that Prince Gongzi is not only handsome and handsome, but also has such a good poem, endowed with unusual literary talents, Zhennai endowed with unusual literary talents."

A few entourages boasted and praised that it was not easy to blow a soy sauce poem like this.

"Brother Qingfeng, how is this poem?"

Wang Fugui asked Nei Liu Qingfeng blushingly.

And Liu Qingfeng thought about it, to be honest, he really did not have any research on poetry, although he felt that Wang Fugui's poem was not very good, but the problem was that these followers said it was very good.

Thinking about it, Liu Qingfeng gave a positive look: "It's pretty good, there is a style of Senior Brother Changsheng."

He said so.

Lang Changsheng on the side fell silent again.

Sure enough, Wang Fugui's ability to write poetry is still so touching.

Sigh.

Lu Changsheng really does not know what to say.

However, as the geniuses continue to write poetry, the staircase still does not appear, which means that Venta did not recognize their poetry.

That's it. Time gradually passed.

A full hour passed.

One hundred thousand talented people gathered, and no one walked to the second floor.

Besides the Venta, all the people or monks in the whole country looked at the Venta.

It's an hour and no one can reach the second floor.

This is very rare. In normal times, someone may go upstairs in a quarter of an hour.

It's an hour, no one can successfully pass the barrier.

It's very puzzling.

That's it. After half an hour, it's late at night, and in theory someone should have climbed the tower.

It may be an exaggeration to climb to the top, but should there be at least 30 or 40 floors?

One hundred thousand talents~IndoMTL.com~ There is no shortage of genuinely talented people, but it is still impossible to climb to the second floor, which is really puzzling.

However, at this moment, a voice sounded slowly.

"Over a thousand hills, no bird's in flight, On myriads paths, not one foot-print in sight, A straw-caped man with hat in lone boat light, Alone, angles cold river in snow white."

The sound rang, calm and beautiful.

Twenty words to describe the lonely snow scene.

At this moment, all literati were silent.

This poem is too beautiful.

The color of the snow scene appears in the Venta.

On the river surface under heavy snow, a small boat, an old fisherman, is fishing alone in the heart of the cold river.

There is no bird in thousands of mountains and rivers. Between heaven and earth, it is pure and quiet, spotless, and Wan Lai is silent.

The talents were shocked.

However, at this moment, Liu Qingfeng and Wang Fugui were also shocked.

The two of them turned back and looked at Lu Changsheng with incredible eyes.

Although they could not recognize the appearance of Lu Changsheng, their voices could be distinguished.

Just at this moment.

The ancient Venta shook.

Boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

The entire pagoda burst into immeasurable light, terrifying talent, and turned into a beam of divine light, straight into the sky.

In the Venta, the sage figure hanging on the wall also shines brightly.

Lu Changsheng is surrounded by extremely extraordinary talents.

An imaginary image of a cultural palace appeared behind Lu Changsheng, and a saint was manifested and extraordinary.

At this very moment, the whole Jin Kingdom high and low was shocked.

Beside the Venta, there are four mirrors that allow people outside the Venta to see the scene inside.

The wooden mask on Lu Changsheng's face also disintegrated at this moment.