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Chapter 1792 I'm tired, destroy it

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    Soon, Xing Ziling, Pingyang Xiaohouye, Qin Su, and Zhang Qing were defeated one after another.

    Only Lou Feng struggled to support him.

    This made Luo Yun feel that something was wrong.

    Because of this last round, they have memorized hundreds of poems back and forth, and the winner has not yet been decided.

    If he hadn't had an amazing reserve of poems, and he had read many fairy poems, he would have been defeated long ago.

    "Damn it, why is this kid so powerful?"

    "Think about it quickly, think about it for this son!"

    "If this son loses, I will kill you!"

    Lou Feng shouted in his heart while talking to the poem.

    He really has a ghost.

    Luo Yun also saw it.

    "Crossing the firewood with wine on my back, I'm lazy in the countryside and want to return."

    Lou Feng popped out another sentence.

    This is a poem written by Meng Zhizhang, a great martial artist.

    When Luo Yun received the poem, the third character should be wine.

    He didn't even think about it: "May I ask where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village."

    Lou Feng continued with great difficulty: "Moonlight cup made of peach blossom wine Playing the pipa and returning at night"

    Luo Yun smiled slightly, and sacrificed a small killer: "I have a jug of wine, which is enough to comfort the wind and dust!"

    "Wow!"

    As soon as Wei Yingwu's modified Internet famous poem came out, everyone was amazed immediately, and everyone's expressions changed.

    "A jug of wine to comfort the wind and dust? What an artistic conception this is!"

    "Good poetry, really good poetry!"

    "Quick! Write it down!"

    Everyone was very excited, and stared at Luo Yun with the eyes of admiring the exiled immortal.

    Many princes, grandsons and dignitaries who looked down on his origin before have all become his little fans at this moment, waiting for him to open his mouth and recite wonderful poems.

    In contrast, Lou Feng hemmed and hawed for a long time before holding back a sentence, which even included doggerel.

    If it is an ordinary literati who wants face, he would have handed over his hands and sighed "the skills are not as good as others", and gave up.

    Lou Feng was there brazen and stubborn, which attracted a lot of ridicule.

    "Three breaths have passed, Lou Shizi, you"

    Mama Wen spoke up.

    She felt embarrassed for Lou Feng.

    But Lou Feng didn't care, and raised his hand: "Wait, wait! I thought of it!"

    "Immediately! Immediately!"

    "Yes! Yes!"

    "Everyone, don't worry, it's in the works, it'll be out soon!"

    Mother Wen: ""

    Luo Yun: ""

    "This time there really is!"

    Lou Feng spoke loudly and overwhelmed the crowd's ridicule: "There is no dust and wine stains on the robe, and there is no one on the road who is not happy!"

    Wine is on the sixth character.

    "Can this give him a fart?"

    "Bah, you've obviously lost, and you're still here to die."

    "The Prince of Creation's Mansion has lost all face."

    "Just squeeze hard!"

    "Compared to Mr. Yuan's, it's such a rubbish poem"

    After hearing this, everyone shook their heads again and again.

    As long as you are not blind, you can see that Lou Feng is holding on. Does this make any sense?

    All eyes returned to Luo Yun again.

    "I'm tired, destroy it."

    Luo Yun shook his head suddenly and said.

    Just when everyone was puzzled, he flew up with a glass of wine in his hand.

    "What is this for?"

    "Why is it still flying!"

    "It's so grand, Mr. Yuan won't sacrifice the poems at the bottom of the box, will he?"

    "I feel that an eternal masterpiece is about to be born!"

    "Hurry up, hurry up, the little book is ready!"

    There are more than seven thousand pairs of eyes, none of which does not look at Luo Yun.

    On the top floor, the oiran Zhiyuan was also leaning on the railing, with a smile on her lips, and the eyes of the two personal maids beside her were full of anticipation.

    "Hmph, pretending to be a ghost!"

    "It's all up to this point, let's see what else you can do!"

    Only Lou Feng disdained it.

    He has regarded this Yuan Luo as his greatest enemy.

    Soon, he was slapped in the face.

    Because Luo Yun's next poem is better than any of the previous hundreds of poems!

    "When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine."

    "I don't know the heavenly palace.??, what year is this eve?  "

    When the first sentence came out, everyone didn't even count the first few words of the wine. They were attracted by the atmosphere of "the bright moon is in the sky, lonely and far away" created by Luo Yun.

    But it's not over yet, Luo Yun continued to run "Guanghan Tianyin", imprinting the poem sound into everyone's minds, describing it as a 3D surround effect.

    "I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold on the heights. Dance to find out the shadows, why is it like being in the world?

    Turn to Zhuge, low Qihu, and sleepless.  There shouldn't be any hatred, what's the matter of long-term goodbye?

    People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times.

    Nung, moon and new moon¡­¡­"

    Once this "Shui Tune Ge Tou" comes out, will there be a poetry competition?  That doesn't matter anymore.

    Everyone is confused.

    They have never heard such beautiful poetry.

    Every sentence is perfect, every word is classic, is this really a poem that mortals can write?

    It's impossible to describe it in terms of beauty and goodness, it's just like a fairy, full of fairy charm!

    "Fairy poetry, fairy poetry"

    Some people raised their arms and shouted.

    "A pen made by a celestial being, this is really a pen made by a celestial being!"

    Someone was crying.

    "There will be one of today's poems, which is enough to be recorded in the annals of history, and it will last forever!"

    Someone yelled tremblingly.

    After Wen's mother heard it, she forgot who she was and what she was here for.

    "What a beautiful poem"

    Lingyang clasped his hands together and looked at Luo Yun with extremely admiring eyes. As a literary and artistic banshee, Luo Yun is a god in her eyes at this moment.

    "The lord is awesome!!" The old argali demon and the fire worshiper shouted, incoherent with excitement.

    "He is a man or a fairy, but he can write such poems" Chen De's pupils shrank suddenly.

    "Good poetry, so wet that is hard to find in the ages"

    The Empress Dowager Chen was so excited that her entire body trembled, two lines of tears streaming down her delicate cheeks.

    "You win."

    As an opponent, Lou Feng also had to give in.

    None of the 300 talents he hired with a lot of money and sealed into his body with secret methods could compose such poems, and none of the poems and songs accumulated by Da Chen and Da Wu over tens of thousands of years could be typed.

    This really confused Luo Yun.

    Why are the literati of Chen and Dawu so good?  In his opinion, the poems that Lou Feng, Xing Ziling and Qin Su sang just now are all rubbish!

    Any third-rate poet in the Tang Dynasty can kill their poems in seconds!

    "There is no need to compare any more, Mr. Yuan is very talented in writing, please go upstairs to explain."

    At this time, on the top floor, a clear and melodious female voice brought everyone back to their senses.

    "It's the paper kite girl!"

    "Miss Zhiyuan directly asked Mr. Yuan to go upstairs? He must have taken a fancy to his talent"

    "I'm so envious, woo woo woo, if I had such literary talents"

    Amidst many envious and jealous eyes, Luo Yunfei straightened up and gradually disappeared in front of everyone.

    Fenglai Pavilion has seventy-seven floors, each floor is equipped with many large formations, the area is equivalent to a small town, hundreds of thousands of people are active in it, the decoration is magnificent, luxurious and luxurious, very exaggerated.

    "Yuan Luo"

    "Dare to snatch a woman from this son, you, here, I, wait, wait!"

    Lou Feng gritted his teeth, even crushing the paper fan in his hand.

    "Master Luo finally went up."

    Queen Mother Chen, Li Daoliu, Chen De and others exchanged a look.

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