Monster Refining System Chapter 552: Three Hundred Tang Poems
lnmao.org, the fastest update to the latest chapter of the crazy refining system!
"Hehe, here you are."
It was also when Xia Fukun was walking to the old man, the pen in the old man's hand paused slightly, and the voice came out faintly from his mouth.
"Um..."
Xia Fukun was taken aback by the sudden words. After hesitating, he waved to the old man:
"Hello, senior!"
Old man: "..."
He originally thought Xia Fukun would ask who he was, but he didn't expect Xia Fukun to make such a sentence to himself suddenly, and for a while he was a bit unable to answer the call!
He continued to create without Li Xia Fukun.
This young man, in his eyes, is going to beat and beat. He was going to dry Xia Fukun for a while. Frustrate the other's spirit.
Xia Fukun was a little curious when he saw that the old man ignored him, so he came to the long table created by the old man.
It was also this time, he found out.
On this long table, there is a roll of rice paper. And on that rice paper, the old man's vigorous and powerful handwriting.
"The wind is weak and the water is cold!"
Xia Fukun was taken aback when he saw these words.
He watched the old man stop writing slowly, as if he was still thinking about what should be added after this.
Xia Fukun smiled, isn't this all common sense? Has he learned it a long time ago? Almost seeing this sentence, the next sentence jumped out of his mind.
"Old man, it's so simple, don't you know how to do it?"
"Simple?"
The old man sneered at Xia Fukun.
"Do you know how long it took the old man to create such a poem? You even said simple to me!?"
Xia Fukun felt contemptuous when he heard the old man's words.
Isn't this Jingke Song? When did it become your original?
The act of plagiarism is not so good, right?
Of course, Xia Fukun did not reveal it either. He smiled.
"Old man, if I didn't guess wrong, you should also be a senior in the underworld tens of thousands of years ago, right?"
"Huh?"
The old man glanced at Xia Fukun.
"The old man Huo told you everything?"
"Haha."
Xia Fukun opened his mouth and smiled without answering.
"Hehe, don’t be too smug, that old man, he gave you the inheritance because it won’t last long, but we are different. If you want to be so easy, just leave me here. It would be too naive to take away the inheritance in the stele!"
Xia Fukun smiled again when he heard the old man's words.
"Then what if I matched your ancient poem?"
"Come on right?"
The old man was taken aback.
"Impossible! I am the poet of the underworld. How can you casually correct the poems I wrote? You go quickly! I don't want to communicate with you too much today. If you never leave Go, the old man will be angry!"
When he heard the old man's words, Xia Fukun couldn't bear it anymore.
"Hehe, old man, I see you, are you scared?"
"If you weren't afraid, why wouldn't you dare to let me try?"
"If I don't have two brushes, how can I come into your stele world?"
When Xia Fukun said this, his face was not red and his heart beat.
Deng Guanque Tower is all on, will Jing Ke Ge still be difficult?
"Good, good!"
The old man was obviously also irritated by Xia Fukun.
"The old man will give you a chance! If you can write the next line of this verse that the old man has spent decades writing, the old man will pass on all the inheritance in this stone tablet to you!"
Xia Fukun sneered when he heard the old man's words.
"This is what you said!"
"Of course!"
The old man narrowed his eyes and refused to give in.
"Then I can write it!"
Xia Fukun pushed the old man and snatched his brush from the old man's hand.
The old man sneered in his heart when he watched Xia Fukun holding the pen.
This Xia Fukun, in his opinion, is 80% bragging.
Otherwise, why can't you even hold the brush?
Is the correct outfit better than the posture? !
And when the old man sneered, Xia Fukun also sneered.
Why should he use a brush?
Anyway, just write it out. Whatever way it does?
Look at the sentence before--
"The wind is weak and the water is cold."
Xia Fukun hesitated a little, pretending to think. Then, at the bottom, it says——
"The strong man is gone forever!"
When Xia Fukun wrote these seven words, the old man was dumbfounded.
In the mouth, still muttering:
"The wind is cold and the water is cold... the strong man is gone forever... good poetry, good poetry!"
The underworld advocates martial arts, so it doesn't pay much attention to this writing.
However, only this old man knows that the ultimate writing style can also possess terrifying power.
"How about it, old man, are you convinced?"
Xia Fukun looked at the old man in front of him with a dull face, and asked with a smile.
"This..."
The old man hesitated, then his face changed.
With a light cough, he said to Xia Fukun:
"Maybe you took your luck? The old man has written a lot of poems in the world of stone tablets for tens of thousands of years. If you can match it, the old man will convince you!"
Xia Fukun: "..."
Staring at the old man steadily.
"You bad old man, you are not a big deal, you are very bad!"
"Hehe, so what? Just say that you want this inheritance or not!"
The old man smiled wryly and looked at Xia Fukun as if he had already eaten Xia Fukun.
"Come on!"
Xia Fukun was too lazy to compare with this old man.
Xia Fukun's grades in elementary school were good, and she had already memorized 300 Tang poems by heart.
Is he still afraid that this old man will fail?
The old man took a look at Xia Fukun.
Take a deep breath, and then speak:
"Where is the next tonight!"
Xia Fukun sneered: "Together with this lamp and candlelight!"
His face changed slightly, and the old man continued:
"It's noon on the day of hoeing!"
Xia Fukun sneered: "Sweat drips down the soil!"
The old man's face changed again, gritting his teeth:
"Three thousand beauties in the harem!"
Xia Fukun is not hurried or slow: "Three thousand pampers in one suit!"
"..."
The two of you said one sentence, and I said one sentence for more than an hour.
The old man's face has completely changed...