Chapter 2192
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Yellow clouds cover a thousand miles in broad daylight, the north wind blows wild geese and snow.
Don't worry about not having friends on the road ahead. Who in the world doesn't know you?
Chu Yang didn't feel sad about leaving for Zhongzhou. The Saint Child of Zither Melody slowly recited this poem.
Such a poem was naturally written by Chu Yang. It was used to despise the Saint Child of Zither Melody and fully prove that they were literate.
As soon as the Saint Child of Zither Melody finished reciting, he immediately said, "Who are you calling illiterate? Although it's dusk, there are no yellow clouds swept by thousands of miles of yellow sand. There's no north wind or snow. He really tried his best to pretend to be ignorant!"
Chu Fei laughed when he heard this. "It's strange that that little sheep is literate. I know his background!"
He was Chu Yang's elder brother.
"Haha!" The Silver Wolf couldn't help but laugh. "Senior Brother, if he wasn't like this, he wouldn't be my Senior Brother. This is the demeanor of our generation!"
"That makes sense!" The Saint Child of Zither Melody couldn't help but laugh. Even Jing Wuming, who was like a walking corpse, couldn't help but smile.
"Humph, I knew you would despise him so much!"
The sudden voice scared them. Immediately, a light tablet emerged from the ground, showing Chu Yang's disdainful face. "Do you know what it means to be talented? I don't care if you don't have a farewell poem when I leave. I made a world-famous farewell poem, but you don't know how to appreciate it! Sad, it's really sad! "
"There are always illiterates who despise me!" Chu Yang looked up at the sky with his hands clasped behind his back, as if he was speechless. He said sadly, "I heard that Zhongzhou is a little literate. I'm really worried about the future of illiterates like you! Forget it, I'll take you to class next. "
After Chu Fei and the others were speechless for a while, they mostly looked at Chu Yang's smug expression. The first two sentences were written in the boundless layers of dark clouds, which had already covered the entire sky. Even the sun appeared dim and yellow, losing its light. There were only flocks of wild geese in formation, hurriedly moving south in the autumn and winter when the north wind blew and the heavy snow swirled in the air. In such a desolate place, it is very easy for me to make you sad.
Therefore, I can only comfort you. Therefore, the tone of this poem is clear and healthy, telling you that there is no need to worry. Who in the world does not know such a heaven-defying martial artist like me?
"In addition, not only do we have high praise for our own character and talents, but we also have sincere wishes for your future prospects. It's really rare for a farewell poem to be written in such a bold and upbeat manner. I'm indeed a genius, I'm only ten meters tall … "
In the end, when Chu Fei and the others heard the last part, the Silver Wolf couldn't help but say, "My Senior Brother is really shameless. However, his power has obviously regressed, and he praised himself for failing. Wahaha, this wolf is about to surpass him!"
"Little Brother, I've long been prepared!" It was rare for Jing Wuming to say such a sentence, which immediately made Chu Fei and Saint Child Zither Melody stunned. Then, they couldn't help but nod.
They knew a little about the Central Continent. Martial arts were naturally prevalent and was the absolute mainstream. However, poetry, calligraphy, painting, and articles were also very popular. It was also a kind of culture. Although it was still inferior to martial arts, if one was proficient in martial arts and knew how to dance with words, their status would be higher and they would be able to look down on martial artists, saying that they were just a bunch of idiots who couldn't read.
Generally speaking, literature symbolized a kind of civilization in the Central Continent. It was a person of culture, a person of high status. Those martial artists who didn't know how to dance with words would easily be looked down upon and disdained by those martial artists who wore a layer of literature, and they would be defined as low-level people.
"Damn it, the people of the Central Continent are really hypocritical. They have so many tricks up their sleeves. They're trying to show off their nobility, but they've forcefully added in so many bullshit things."
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