Everyone was shocked.
Wang An was already one step ahead. He took out the rice paper that had been prepared long ago from his arms, pushed the food on the table to the ground, knelt down and polished ink for Brother Gu, while keeping a vigilant eye on everyone around him.
He is so smart!
None of the poems written by Brother Gu are worthless, and we can’t let others take them away this time!
Dongfang Gui stood out among a group of students like a chicken, lowered his head and said: "Zhou Dagu, I know your talent, but you are just a scholar. I have already completed my poems. I am only three inches away from being talented enough to achieve national poetry!"
"I advise you to take back your big words and don't take risks!"
"Don't harm your literary name!"
"This is because I feel pity for you that it is not easy for you to get your literary name. You can take care of yourself!"
Zhou Dagu shook his head and sat down.
'Zhou Youran' put her little hand on his back and used the Lotus Sect's unique technique to transmit the sound. The sound was transmitted from body to body and could not be heard by outsiders.
"You don't have to do this for me, they are all looking at you! If you can't write it, your literary name will become his stepping stone. Zhou Dagu, why don't you know how to cherish the literary name that you finally took advantage of? , can you understand something!"
Zhou Dagu responded: "You are more important than the title of the article!"
"What about your life? I know a little bit about what happened between the Left Prime Minister and you. He has temporarily forgotten your existence because of the incident with the Siren in the East, but there is no way to resolve your hatred. If you show up now With his peerless talent and his character, he will definitely not let you go! If he really attacks you, it won’t be like this and you won’t be able to escape! You have to look after yourself!”
Zhou Dagu lowered his head and responded: "You are more important!"
These words are few, but the words are not light. No woman can bear such words.
Bai Huahong lowered her head, she wanted to cry.
God had bullied her for eighteen years. If she died today, she would no longer resent God.
I just hope that God can take good care of Zhou Dagu and give him peace for the rest of his life!
Guo Fujun hesitated: "Zhou Dagu, are you sure you want to write poetry? You don't have to do this. We Xiangzhou can afford to lose!"
Zhou Dagu raised his head and looked at the confused looks of the students from Xiangzhou around him.
Suddenly, laughing.
"Thank you so much, Brother Zhu!"
"He told me that Confucian scholars should not be afraid!"
"I, Zhou Dagu, just want to feel clear of guilt! Since I feel clear of guilt, there is nothing to be afraid of!"
"What's more, I never write poetry for you, only for the people in my heart!"
He picked up the pen!
The little hands behind him held on tighter.
Dong Daru was puzzled by this boy's attitude and couldn't help but ask: "Zhou Xiaolangjun, what poem do you want to write?"
Zhou Dagu didn't speak.
Put pen to paper!
"Give me love"!
The crowd was noisy, and a woman hid behind him, finally shedding tears.
When the whole world wanted to kill her, the witch of the Lotus Cult, Zhou Dagu stood in front of the whole world.
Students are noisy.
"Giving me love? Love poems?"
"Is he crazy? Today he is writing a poem about the boat. He wants to write a love poem?"
"I'm afraid I'll be driven crazy by the momentum of my Yanbeizhou students!"
"You Yanbei dogs don't know how to bark, so just shut up!" After all, the Xiangzhou Confucian scholar couldn't pretend anymore! They lifted themselves up to rest and revealed their true form as warriors.
"Shut up!" Dongfang Gui shouted softly, and he actually saw a trend in Zhou Dagu.
This kind of momentum formed, even before he started writing, he felt that Zhou Dagu was a better poet than him!
"Zhou Dagu, what poem do you want to write?"
Xiangzhou students exclaimed: "Look, he has started writing!"
On the high platform, Mr. Guo Fu stood up and couldn't help but focus his eyes with talent, looking at the arrogant Zhou Mingzhou.
"Bang!" On the white rice paper in front of Zhou Dagu, the talent surged and a strong wind blew out.
In an instant, the talent reached one and a half feet.
"Is this Dafu? It's indeed Zhou Mingzhou! It's also a Dafu poem, and it's also so short!"
"That's awesome. Look at the poems he wrote. Judging from the meaning, he has already written half of them, but his talent is only a foot and a half."
There was a Xiangzhou Juzi with a troubled expression on his face: "His talent has stagnated, and Zhou Dagu also stopped writing. It seems that he regrets it!"
"I think Mingzhou is the most talented poet. He is indeed better than us, but it's really a bit of a stretch to say he can win the first place!"
"Don't blame him, it's because Yan Beizhou Juzi is too strong. If he settles down for a while, I'm afraid he won't be weaker than Dongfang Gui!"
Voices of distrust spread among the crowd.
They saw the poems written by Zhou Dagu and instantly lost confidence in Zhou Dagu.
Mingzhou's poetry is great, but if it cannot win the first place, then it is still a stepping stone for others.
Only Bai Huahong looked at the poem on rice paper and felt sad silently: "The west wind blows the waves in the old Dongting, and Mr. Xiang's hair turned white overnight."
The poem talks about the ancients, but it also talks about today’s people!
"After all, it's impossible for you and me!"
Zhou Dagu responded in a voice that only two people could hear: "Try it!"
“It’s unwise to do something you know you can’t do!”
"Girl Bonus, after seeing you, I don't want to be a smart person!"
She was stunned!
There are 80,000 words in the world!
Only the word love is the most intoxicating!
There has never been a weak woman in the Lotus Sect.
Bai Huahong took back her hand, leaving only the last words: "Zhou Dagu, if I don't die, I will be your woman from now on! Even if I die, I will be your soul!"
She swore an oath to the Blood Hall of the Lotus Cult in her heart. This oath was borne by the gods believed by the Lotus Cultists. Once you make this oath, you cannot regret it!
If the Saint of the Lotus Sect dies in Qingxue Mansion today, then Zhou Mingzhou will have a guardian spirit named Bai Huahong around him.
Zhou Dagu laughed!
In the eyes of everyone.
He is crazy!
Guo Fujun was nervous: "Da Gu, forget it if you can't write it! Don't be embarrassed, it's just the first place, I don't want it in Xiangzhou!"
Zhu Jinwen advised: "Brother Da Gu, if you have a poem, you can give up!"
The students from Yanbei couldn't bear to drive the little poet saint from Xiangzhou crazy.
"It's really not necessary!"
"You Xiangzhou people can afford to lose!"
"Zhou Dagu, I am the best in poetry and prose in Yanbei. Dongfang Gui, don't be embarrassed if you lose to me!" Dongfang Gui sighed: "I am the only Dongfang in the entire Yanbei Prefecture, and you are the only Zhou Dagu in the entire Xiangzhou. You are not ashamed..."
"No!" Zhou Dagu stood up and took the wine bottle from Niu Ruxian's hand.
He drank it all in one gulp!
He came to the middle of the lobby with everyone's attention.
He looked around and finally landed on the girl.
The wine left his mouth, and no one could tell whether it was wine or something that fell on his face!
"Bang!" Zhou Dagu threw the bottle away.
He looked at the sky: "There is only one you and only one me in this world!"
Dongfang Gui lowered his head: "I didn't expect that I could give you such a big blow!"
Bai Huahong raised her head and looked at her man.
Niu Ruxian slapped himself in the face: "Huh? Lao Zhu, am I drunk?"
"Are you talking nonsense? You didn't drink, how did you get drunk!"
"Then why did I see Zhou Dagu go to heaven?"
Guo Fujun stood up with a sound, and the table in front of him was pushed away.
Dong Daru's hands trembled and he pointed at Zhou Dagu!
There are stars shining in the sky. The stars are so bright that it is difficult to distinguish between water and sky.
Zhou Dagu took one step in the air, slowly walked up to the sky, and walked past the Longting Tower.
The class full of students came out of the door and looked at the arrogant drunk scholar lying in the sky.
"This trend?" Lu Tongpian's eyes flickered, he couldn't believe it.
"This? We are going to conquer the country!" Dong Daru swallowed his throat and couldn't help but sigh: "I never thought that I would be able to see a real poem to conquer the country in my lifetime!"
Guo Fujun put his hand into his pants and pinched his thigh: "I'm not dreaming? I'm not drunk!"
"Can someone under my command write a poem to support the country? I'm going to publish it!"
Zhou Dagu looked at the starry sky, and with a casual movement, the brush lying on the table was pulled up to the sky by his momentum.
The ordinary writing brush reached mid-air, and suddenly there was a roar of a tiger.
The brush is broken!
Lu Tongpan looked at the barbarian-killing pen next to him in surprise. Inside, the saber-toothed tiger demon king was excited.
Zhou Dagu waves again!
The hall is full, the brushes stand up!
Zhou Dagu was drunk. He stretched out his hand and asked the sky: "Come! Do you dare to give me a pen?"
That night!
Qingxue Mansion!
Text pulse!
Xiangzhou County!
Wanbili!
Zhou Dagu reached out and grabbed the bachelor's barbarian-killing pen that rushed forward.
He pointed to the sky.
Write!
This poem is not for the common people!
Just for girls, white flowers and red flowers!
