Yan Qi raised his head: "That's natural. I am the War King of Dahua. How can I lie?"
Anjo was particularly excited: "Then we have an agreement. You can't lie. Isn't it just poetry? My attainments are quite profound."
Yan Qi was very proud: "Do you really think that my poems are just decorations? I can tell you that my poems are of a very high level and have a profound realm. I am afraid that even Ando Dabek would have trouble understanding them, let alone transcending them."
Anjo was very excited.
Angrier.
Yan Qi despised his own attainments in poetry.
There is no reason for this.
You can despise my extraordinary martial arts, but you must not despise my extraordinary literary talents.
Andiao said: "Okay, I'll accept the move. I want to see how high your literary talent is."
Yan Qi put the collection of poems on the table: "Please, Anjo Dabek, there are five poems in total. As long as you can also make five poems that match the realm and the corresponding grade, I will return the Westerners to the world." How about giving it to you?"
"Very good."
Anjo was in high spirits.
He quickly took the poem and looked at it.
However, when he saw the first song and praised it, he couldn't help but feel dizzy.
Yan Qi looked at An Jiao's surprised expression and began to recite the first poem.
"I can't describe my sadness and sorrow, so I have to hide the pain in my heart deeply."
"Although there are countless flowers blooming in the garden, I can't see the colors or smell the fragrance."
An Tiao felt dizzy for a while.
This realm is too high.
Anjo looked at the second poem.
Yan Qiyin said: "If you want to be happy, you must overcome the obstacles of sorrow, and comfort and ease must be obtained from hardships."
"But have I ever been happy? Never."
"How can it not be painful? There is sorrow flowing in the veins."
An Jiao looked excited, but his brows furrowed deeply.
Looking further down, they are all very long poems.
Moreover, the artistic conception is profound.
An Jiao looked at Yan Qi in surprise: "You, a Chinese, have such attainments in Persian poetry. How did you do it?"
Yan Qi winked: "I'm born, do you think it's irritating or not?"
Antioch was quite angry.
An Tiao and Yan Qi corresponded for more than a month.
He is quite familiar with Yan Qi's level.
He believes that although Yan Qi is of high level, he is not unattainable and is on par with him.
Therefore, Anjo believed that it would not be a problem to produce works of the same quality as Yan Qi's poems.
But I didn't expect that this boy's clumsy and exquisite poetry would be hidden in this collection of poems.
This is not good.
The realm of these poems has gone beyond Anjo's creative worries.
It's the equivalent of climbing a mountain.
The mountain is one hundred meters high, and your level can only climb to ninety-nine meters.
If it's just one meter short, you just can't climb up.
Looking at An Jiao with a sad look on his face, Yan Qi showed an infuriating smile: "Your level is very high. You must be able to write a few popular poems in minutes, right?"
Every minute?
Anjo grinned.
I'm afraid I won't be able to do it in a year, right?
Anjo had a sneer on his face.
Very difficult.
Yan Qi is more confident.
Because the poems published by Yan Qi were not composed by him at all, but were classic poems by the great Persian poet Nezami.
Yan Qi in his previous life memorized these poems and took them as his own in this life.
Nezami's level of poetry is far beyond that of ordinary people.
No matter how good Anjo is, he is just an amateur poet.
Can an amateur be as good as a professional?
impossible!
What's more, Nezami is a front-runner in the majors.
Yan Qi looked at An Tiao who looked embarrassed: "Can't you do it? Don't have confidence in yourself? Well, then, I will take back the poetry collection and take the Westerners with me. Goodbye."
"Wait a minute."
Andiao said: "Who said I can't do it? Give me three days, and I will definitely be able to write a high-end poem that is comparable to it."
Yan Qi said: "Okay, I'll give you three days."
Anjo said: "See you in three days."
Yan Qi shook his head: "That's not possible.
Anjo asked: "Why not?"
Yan Qidao: "Who knows if you will cheat? What if you find someone else to write for you?"
Anjo was anxious: "You dare to slander my character? I will never lie."
"You can do it."
Yan Qi sneered: "You never lie, this sentence itself is a lie."
"you……"
"What are you? As the most famous general in Persia, you have used deceitful tactics many times, right? And you said you would never lie? Only a fool can do it if you never lie. Are you a fool?"
"You are the fool."
An Tiao's retreat was blocked by Yan Qi.
In fact, he did plan to find someone else to ghostwrite it.
Unexpectedly, Yan Qi saw through his trick.
Anjo
Asked Yan Qi: "Then what are you going to do?"
Yan Qi pointed to the tent: "Don't you see? I set up the tent. Now you know what the tent is for, right?"
Anjo suddenly realized: "You want me to live here?"
Yan Qi nodded: "Yes, you live here, so this is not cheating. I will also live here and monitor you. Only in this way can I ensure that you will not cheat."
Anjo stood up suddenly: "If I don't do it, I will never live here."
"Then no need to talk."
Yan Qi also stood up and waved to the guards: "Remove the tent, we will fight until we return home, and immediately bring the Westerners back to Dahua."
"Wait a minute."
Anjo was anxious again.
He originally wanted to retreat and negotiate terms with Yan Qi.
But he didn't expect Yan Qi to be so confident and not give him any way out.
Yan Qi's face was full of disdain: "What do you want, Ando Daboke? I have accommodated you many times, and I don't want to drag it out like this anymore."
Anjo thought about it for a long time, but there was no good solution, so he had to compromise: "Okay, I will write poetry here."
Yan Qi snapped her fingers: "If we had done this earlier, it would have been over. Why bother trying to push back and find all kinds of reasons and excuses?"
"But don't worry, you won't be alone. There will be good wine and good food within these three days. Of course, the most important thing is that I will accompany you."
Anjo shuddered.
He had no choice but to take on this problem.
the following few days.
Anjo frowned and thought deeply, entering into the creative environment.
However, as soon as he studied in depth for a while, a sentry came over to report on his work.
Several times, he interrupted his train of thought.
After a while of thinking, the inspiration is gone, and everything is in vain.
Anjou ordered angrily: "Get out of here. No one is allowed to report anything again. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed!"
This time, Anjo was at peace.
He can really swim in the ocean of poetry.
He himself loves poetry.
Once you study it, you won't be able to extricate yourself.
However, he didn't realize that he had fallen into the trap carefully laid by Yan Qi.
He thought he was studying poetry.
But in the eyes of others, he and Yan Qi stayed together for three days.
Not just three days, but three days and three nights.
They stayed together day and night, studying poetry together.
This is simply shocking.
