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Chapter 2227

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"Lowly commoner, what do you think?" After seeing Chu Yang, all of Zhu Yu's happiness disappeared. He said in a sinister voice, "If you lose, I promise I'll make you wish you were dead!"

In the next moment, he suddenly became playful and laughed, "Lowly commoner, take your time to think, don't rush! In the end, not everyone can be like me. "

He was a little neurotic, and his mood was unpredictable.

Li Da Zhuang was shocked, "This idiot is not simple!"

He was a little worried about his money, so he asked, "Fellow Daoist Liu, if you can't do it, then hurry up and give up."

Chu Yang only smiled. Facing Zhu Yu's smug expression, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl into a disdainful smile. He directly said, "Sleeping in spring, not knowing the dawn, everywhere I hear the birds, the wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall."

When his voice fell, the crowd couldn't help but become silent again. The refugee actually made a poem in an instant!

Zhu Yu's playful smile disappeared in an instant, and his expression turned sinister, "This lowly commoner, how can he be like me? With such talent, how dare he steal my prestige, he's courting death!"

"Even though the refugee was able to compose a poem in an instant, his poem seemed to be a little lacking. I could still understand it!"

"I can also understand it. If that's the case, Zhu Yu is better!"

"What else is there to say, that must be the case."

"The Central State is the Central State, after all. This is the center of the Heavenly Spirit World, how can an outsider compare, especially when it comes to literary arts?"

The discussions of the crowd made Zhu Yu, who was gritting his teeth, immediately become overjoyed. He was extremely happy, and he sneered at Chu Yang, "Lowly commoner, did you hear that?"

Whoosh!

He moved in front of Chu Yang, pointed at Chu Yang's nose, and said sternly, "Although these people don't like me, they still have to admit my talent. Who do you think you are, to dare to compare with me?"

Chu Yang wanted to move his finger away with his folding fan, but that finger didn't move at all. That pair of sinister eyes were extremely vicious.

It was as if Chu Yang had killed his father!

Chu Yang couldn't help but sneer, "Is your standard that bad? Did I really come up with such a poem for nothing?"

Ma Kongqun, who had been immersed in the poem and savoring it, suddenly clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Good poem. It's really a good poem!"

He immediately looked at Chu Yang with great admiration. "Brother Liu, your song has really reached the level of purity. I admire you. Any praise is an insult to Brother Liu!"

Everyone was stunned. What was so good about this song?

Zhu Yu also sneered, "Ma Kongqun, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by others for spouting such nonsense? Such a simple and easy to understand poem, what's so great about it? "

"You even know how to understand simple things!" The admiration on Ma Kongqun's face instantly turned into a sneer. "It's because it's simple and easy to understand that it's difficult."

He became more and more excited as he spoke. "This poem only has four lines and twenty words, but it's written with many twists and turns. The language is simple and easy to understand, and it's natural. There's no trace of artificial carving at all. It's like the sound of nature. Reading it is like drinking wine, and you won't feel intoxicated. "

"Let's not talk about that. Is your poem as catchy as Brother Liu's? I can almost remember it after hearing it once!"

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but be shocked. They felt that it was true.

Zhu Yu naturally felt it too. "Ma Kongqun, no matter how good your words are, the Book of Songs and the Book of Ci will naturally judge whether a poem is good or bad. If I can make the Book of Songs appear, can a lowly commoner do it?"

Buzz buzz buzz!

With a light sound, an ancient book appeared behind Zhu Yu. As it flipped, many poems were revealed.

"How is it? Ma Kongqun, what else do you have to say?"

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