Zhang Xiaojun was thinking in his mind. On the other side, Lin Feng and the others had arrived at the Star Reaching Tower.
Dare to call it the Star-Zhaing Tower, you can imagine the height, especially when standing in front of it, there is a sense of oppression coming towards the face, making people dare not breathe for fear of falling down and hitting themselves.
The Star Building is overall simple and gray in color, with an arch in front of it.
Looking up along the door, there are windows.
On both sides of the arch, a poem is written.
The first sentence says, "The dangerous building is a hundred feet high," and the second sentence, "You can pick the stars with your hands." These two sentences create a huge towering towering building that makes people feel awe.
But Lin Feng felt that something was almost wrong.
It’s not that the poem is not well written, but it lacks some indescribable artistic conception.
While Li Xiaoyun was buying tickets, he approached the old building guard beside him and asked if the poem had not been finished yet.
When the building guard heard this, his eyes lit up: "Your Majesty, you have good eyesight. This poem is indeed not finished. There are still two sentences left. I wonder if you can complete it?"
"I'm a martial artist, so let's forget it." Lin Feng shook his head and asked, "Who is the author of the first two sentences?"
"Li Bai."
"He must be a great poet." Lin Feng marveled: "Since it is a poem, why not finish it?"
"Actually, it's finished." The building guard explained: "Our city lord has said that there are only two sentences left. Whoever can answer the last two sentences will be given a warm reception."
It turned out that the lord of Binhai City was also a great poet. Lin Feng nodded and said no more.
At this time, Mo Fengchun and the other two people came over after buying the tickets and called him to go upstairs.
The building guard rolled his eyes and stopped the three of them.
"Don't be impatient, you might as well start with the poem."
"Do I look like a poet?" Lin Feng patted his clothes and asked Mo Fengchun, "Have you ever been to school?"
Mo Fengchun shook his head: "I don't know how to read, but I haven't been to school."
Lin Feng asked Li Xiaoyun again: "What about you?"
Li Xiaoyun raised her chin: "After many years, someone finally asked me this question. To be honest, I once studied at Midas Academy and studied under Mr. Zhang He."
The guard's hand trembled: "Is it the Midas Academy in Qingshui City?!"
"Exactly."
"You're a man of culture!" The building guard looked happy: "In this case, you have to write a pair of poems."
"Uh..." Li Xiaoyun tilted her head: "What pair of poems?"
"Follow me, you three." The building guard led Lin Feng and the others to the door, pointed to the poems on both sides and said, "These are the first two sentences. Please match the next two sentences."
Li Xiaoyun looked at it for a while and muttered: "It turns out this is not a couplet..."
"You are too humble. How could you, a student of Mr. Zhang He, not see that this is a poem?" The building guard took out a pen and paper: "Please go first."
Li Xiaoyun took the pen and paper, looking embarrassed.
Lin Feng and Mo Fengchun were cheering her on, and suddenly three tables appeared out of thin air around them. Lin Feng was stunned and saw that the guard's hand had just left the storage bag on his waist.
Good guy, it turns out he is a monk!
There is no trace of spiritual energy fluctuation at all, so he is probably very powerful.
Lin Feng and Mo Fengchun looked at each other. At this time, the building guard took out three more stools and said with a smile: "It will be easier for the three of us to write poems together to inspire inspiration."
Mo Fengchun was in a dilemma: "Old sir, I don't know a few Chinese characters, so why don't you use it?"
"Yes, why don't you use it? Sit down quickly."
Lin Feng acted arrogantly: "I can't read, so you want me to write poetry, no way!" As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body was out of control, and he was forced to the chair.
The building guard smiled and said, "You three, please come quickly."
"What do you want from me?" Lin Feng didn't understand: "I don't understand this stuff. What good will it do to you to write two sentences in plain language?"
"Alas." The building guard said melancholy, "If you want to blame, blame the city lord."
Mo Fengchun frowned: "What does it have to do with the city lord?"
"He told me to find at least a hundred people every day. If I can't do it, my salary will be deducted." The building guard paused and then said, "Write a poem without losing any money. Please help me."
"..."
Lin Feng picked up the pen: "I definitely didn't agree to write poetry because I couldn't beat you. It was mainly because I couldn't bear it because you still work out at your age."
Mo Fengchun also picked up the pen: "Last night I dreamed of reciting poems, and today I actually wrote them down, evil..."
Li Xiaoyun also sat down with pen and paper, frowning in thought.
The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands.
How to write the last two sentences.
Suddenly she had a flash of inspiration and started writing. After she finished writing, her lips were filled with a smile: "Wonderful! Mr. Zhang He will definitely jump out of his chair when he sees this poem of mine."
Mo Fengchun bit the penholder, his face full of sorrow, and finally left a few sentences.
She read it to herself and suddenly blushed.
He immediately folded the paper and put it on the table so that no one would see it.
At this time, Lin Feng poked her with the pen.
She turned around: "What?"
"Lend me to copy."
"......no."
"Hurry up, it's just a poem. I'll learn from it and return it to you right away."
"No, just write it yourself."
"Don't be stingy."
"Open up, open up."
"..."
Lin Feng's face was dark, and he felt helpless, so he started writing on the paper casually.
The building guard did not affect their creation. He went to stand next to it, and then walked up to Li Xiaoyun: "You have finished writing. Let's take a look at yours first."
He took away Li Xiaoyun's paper and when he saw the poem, his face turned completely dark.
"Are you Zhang He's student?"
"Um."
"That Zhang He from Qingshui City Midas Academy?"
"yes."
"You..." The building guard was silent for a moment, and his voice trembled: "Mr. Zhang He has been in the academic world for more than eighty years. Is this how you teach you to write poetry?"
"What, what, let me take a look." Lin Feng leaned over, took a look, and was stunned: "This... the donkey's lips are not the horse's mouth."
Mo Fengchun also came over and read softly: "I draw the sword to kill the injustice, and my heroic appearance is not inferior to others. Is that okay?"
Lin Feng pointed to the poem on the door: "Read it together."
"The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, but you can hold it in your hand..." Mo Fengchun read it again and nodded to himself: "I understand, this is called culture, but not much."
Li Xiaoyun snatched her poem away, her cheeks slightly red: "Tell me what I'm going to do, look at yours."
The building guard hadn't recovered yet: "Girl, are you really Zhang He's student?"
"...Actually, Mr. Zhang He has always opposed me engaging in literary and artistic work." Afraid of embarrassment, Li Xiaoyun hurriedly changed the subject: "Look at them, I don't believe it would be better for me."
Lin Feng nodded. It was indeed not as good as hers. It was not even as good as a donkey's lips and a horse's mouth.
The building guard walked to Mo Fengchun's desk, picked up the poem, and immediately smiled.
Mo Fengchun blushed and immediately wanted to grab the poem, but Lin Feng beat him to it.
"Let me see what's going on." He grabbed the poem and read it out loud: "The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands, one after another. The stars are really heavy... Good, good poem!"
