What's Lin Ke's problem?
It is a great civilization from the previous life!
Where does his arrogance come from?
Endless sages are standing behind you!
Lin Ke had reason to believe that the sages of the previous life would not lose to the people of this world.
Not to mention a second-rate guy like Qi Ye.
Therefore, he seemed very relaxed and carefree.
Shopkeeper Tong spread a piece of plain yellow paper on the pig-killing and meat-selling table in front of Lin Ke: "Lin Ke, even if this paper is sponsored by our restaurant, you must win!"
sponsor?
Lin Ke was helpless.
That piece of paper looked like it was torn from a blank page of a ledger, and the tear was the same as when Bai Zhantang used to use the toilet.
However, it’s okay.
To be honest, it was precisely because Zhang Tufu and the others trusted his poetic talent that they did this casually.
"Lin Ke, shopkeeper Tong and I beat you to win, you must not lose!" Bai Zhan Tang whispered in Lin Ke's ear: "That's all my wealth... If I win, I'll treat you to a drink!"
Damn it!
Forget about this!
If I had known, he would have gone to suppress it!
Forget it, it won't have much impact.
Just as he was thinking about it, Qi Ye had already started writing the first line of poetry.
As soon as he finished writing the first line of the poem, lines of literary energy appeared out of thin air and converged on the fonts and paper he wrote.
At the same time, with the blessing of a large number of his items, the literary spirit has almost doubled.
A huge amount of literary spirit!
"The first line of the poem is as literary as a hundred miles of sound!"
"Yes! So much literary talent!"
"After the whole poem is written, it will be recited at least ten thousand miles away!"
"It's so scary! There have been no good poems for so many years. Do good poems keep appearing as soon as they appear?"
Seeing Qi Ye on the screen with an indifferent expression and slowly writing his own poems, he gained a lot of fans for a while.
By the time Lin Ke was ready to write, Qi Ye had already changed.
Qi Ye wrote a sentence, thought about a sentence, and then completed his poem.
"Wow!!!"
Within thousands of miles, the culture fluctuates.
A large amount of literary energy gathered and poured onto the paper in front of Qi Ye.
The poem is completed and recited thousands of miles away!
"Huhu——"
The buzz is booming and the literary spirit is becoming popular!
"It is indeed Wanli Yin!"
"As expected of Qi Ye."
"If it weren't for Lin Ke, maybe Qi Ye would have become the most proud rising star of Confucian poetry in the past century, right?"
Many people were surprised.
However, this feeling of surprise has its limits.
after all……
Lin Ke has shocked everyone enough in the past few months.
"Brother Lin, don't be afraid! Just don't scare him to death!"
"Yes, Lin Ke, just give yourself a 10/20 chance!"
"Remember that the bonus must be paid to the restaurant as a commission!"
Everyone was talking to Lin Ke, and their tone revealed their trust in Lin Ke.
Trust that wins!
Lin Ke felt helpless when he saw this, but he still picked up the pen that had been wetted by shopkeeper Tong's saliva countless times and dipped it in ink.
Ambition, what is ambition?
Ambition, intention, ambition, determination, etc. are what the heart wants!
What is his ambition in this life?
This may be too ambitious.
Four sentences about Hengqu?
It’s out of place, and it’s not poetry.
All he wants is to climb the peak.
Endlessly, tirelessly, desperately, strenuously, firmly... upward!
Lin Ke picked up the pen and wrote a poem on the paper:
"How is Mr. Dai Zong? Qi Lu is still young."
boom! ! !
In an instant, a mighty literary spirit burst out.
Boundless literary energy falls from the sky and pours into Lin Ke's paper.
The wind was strong and the sky was filled with black clouds.
"Huhuhu——"
The invisible wind of literature, with Lin Ke as the center, blew within thousands of miles.
Infinite literary spirit pours into the paper he writes.
The wind blew sand and rocks around, but Lin Ke and the paper in front of him remained motionless.
"Click."
In just an instant, the ordinary paper he wrote on became heavier than ten thousand liang, and the table was pressed so hard that it made a cracking sound.
A word worth a thousand dollars!
One line of poetry actually shows the worth of one word!
No one can see what poem Lin Ke wrote, but they can feel the surge of literary spirit.
Without any hesitation, Lin Ke wrote the poem quickly and in just a few breaths.
In an instant, a bigger vision than Qi Ye's side appeared.
Just now there was a surge of literary energy within Ten Thousand Miles.
But now, under the surge of literary energy, there are waves of roaring sounds.
The poem is completed and the storm is moving!
Saints appear, hundreds of families sing, heaven and earth are shocked, spread all over the world, wind and clouds stir, ghosts and gods cry, thousands of miles of singing, hundreds of miles of sound.
The phenomenon of Fengyundong level was obviously higher than Wanliyin level by an unknown amount.
The outcome is decided!
"Oh my god! It seems that writing poetry is really, really easy for Mr. Lin Ke!"
"I don't know what he went through in those years. I think of the "Preface to the Education Department of the Ministry of Gifts" written by him."
"But this experience has also been used as soil for growth."
"Yes! Should I say it or not, Mr. Lin Ke is really strong."
"You can still grow in that kind of environment. If you were an ordinary person, you would have been dead long ago."
Various people discussed there and expressed their opinions.
At this moment, the eunuch also hooked his hand: "You two gentlemen have completed the poem, let us recite it."
As the eunuch hooked his fingers, two air currents were generated, trying to roll up the poems written by the two of them.
However, Lin Ke's poem is too heavy!
The air flow rolled over, but Lin Ke's paper didn't move at all.
too heavy!
The influx of endless literary energy made this ordinary yellow paper very heavy.
Normally, Butcher Zhang could withstand chopping meat, but now he felt like it was exploding under Lin Ke's poem.
It’s enough to show how heavy this piece of paper and this poem is.
On the other side, Qi Ye suddenly frowned when he saw his poem being rolled up.
"No need to read it." Qi Ye snorted coldly, and the rice paper in front of him exploded and turned into confetti falling down.
"He wins this round."
Although unwilling, Qi Ye had already recognized Lin Ke at this time.
At first, he didn't think he would lose to Lin Ke at all.
Not to mention losing as a whole, even losing one round or half a point is impossible.
However, now, he was reduced to hoping to win two out of three games to defeat Lin Ke.
In terms of poetic talent, he is completely inferior to Lin Ke!
"Oh?" Seeing Qi Ye tearing up his poem, the eunuch's expression remained unchanged and he just nodded slightly: "Then let's read the poem first, and then declare Master Lin Ke's victory after reading the poem."
After all, the topic this time is ambition.
Although this topic was decided by Lin Ke, if Lin Ke did not write it by Zhi, then it cannot be said that Qi Ye lost.
The eunuch took a few strides to Lin Ke's side, and then looked at the table.
First I scanned the whole poem, and the next moment my eyes widened involuntarily.
Then, he read out this poem:
"How is Mr. Dai Zong? Qilu is still young. The clock of fortune is beautiful, and the yin and yang are separated by the dusk."
"There are clouds growing in my chest, and birds returning from my canthus. When I reach the top of the mountain, I can see all the mountains at a glance."
Can I, who has been typing like crazy since I got up, have some cute, beautiful, and precious monthly tickets?
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