Chapter 534: Come on a poem

"Pretty!"
"Exciting! Exciting!"
"Qin Yang actually got up!"
The audience was in an uproar, and someone couldn't help but thumbs up.
Some people who were waiting to see the joke were dumbfounded, but Emperor Tiangang narrowed his eyes. He actually underestimated Qin Yang again! This is really a good opponent!
At the same time, Emperor Tiangang made up his mind, if there is really a thousand-volume Lingbao book in this secret realm, it must not be let Qin Yang get it!
Because Qin Yang has talent and ability! This thousand-volume Lingbao book, in the entire sky world, I am afraid that only Qin Yang can exert its maximum effect!
It is even possible to comprehend the world rules of the old man outside the territory, and by then, Qin Yang will be more difficult to deal with.
The old man from outside the territory was also stunned. He never expected that Qin Yang would actually come up right. Thinking of everything before, Qin Yang was indifferent, and such a proud man of heaven could cultivate to this point. Good stubble?
How could it be possible to make impulsive actions "on top" for a while?
The cultivator who originally gave himself "assist" now seems to be asked by Qin Yang?
In this scene, the "support" also opened his mouth, and he was actually used by Qin Yang without knowing it!
Since Qin Yang had a good answer, his goal was obvious, that is, to completely defeat the old man outside the territory and kill him!
The cultivators who thought of this were all excited and looking forward to it. Can Qin Yang really win the final victory in this form of battle?
"It seems that your luck is as good as ever, so listen to my next question..." The heart of the old man from outside the field is not calm.
Qin Yang waved his hand and interrupted: "No, it's time for me to ask the question."
The old man outside the territory was taken aback for a moment, but his heart became more confused, "Okay, you have to ask the question."
Everyone stared closely at the figure on the scroll of the heavenly calligraphy. The previous cultivator who was turned into ink would not ask questions, and everyone could not ask questions by himself. Will Qin Yang ask questions?
"It's always right, it's always a little monotonous, how about we dealing with poetry?" Qin Yang looked at the old man outside the territory.
"To poetry?" The old man outside the territory trembled. Does this guy even know poetry?
The old man from outside the territory didn't believe it, and immediately said: "Okay, but I have to declare in advance that if your poem doesn't make sense, it is not a problem, and you will be judged as a failure."
Qin Yang nodded and said, "Of course."
"So... I asked the question?" Qin Yang asked.
"What about the rules?" The outsider frowned.
Qin Yang shook his head, and said, "You are so talented as you. When I read a poem, you know it naturally."
"Oh?" The old man outside the territory was afraid that Qin Yang would have some conspiracy, still said: "It's better to say it."
Qin Yang shrugged and said, "Well, let's take spring, summer, autumn and winter as the topic. I write spring, you write summer, I write autumn, and you write winter, how about?"
The old man outside the territory nodded and said: "Okay."
I had already figured it out in my heart, knowing thousands of poems and verses, and chanting poems is not a problem for nature.
"Listen well." Qin Yang slowly said, "Ying Ciao An Liu Nong is in love in spring, and Liu Nong is in love in spring and Ye Yueming.
Mingyue night love spring willow willow, love spring willow bank crying warbler. "
After Qin Yang finished speaking, he looked at the old man calmly.
Even if the old man met a "summer", there was a "winter" waiting for him. This is equivalent to Qin Yang directly asking two questions.
The old man from outside the territory opened his mouth to compose a poem, but he got stuck when he spoke. He recalled Qin Yang's poem just now, and he was shocked to the heavens and trembled all over.
"This..." The old man from outside the territory swallowed and spit, feeling a little frightened.
The bystanders were unclear. Therefore, someone repeated Qin Yang's poems and suddenly discovered the mystery.
It turned out that one of the sentences turned into another sentence after being overwhelmed. Not only was it catchy, but it also had the right meaning.
Such a wonderful poem is simply shocking.
Everyone looked at Qin Yang, with a... weird, yes, weird!
Qin Yang could actually write such a poem!
But Qin Yang himself, waiting for the old man's text, kept muttering in his heart. After making sure that he had remembered it correctly, he found that the atmosphere was a little weird.
"Have you not written it down yet?" Qin Yang looked at the old man outside the territory playfully, and said, "Should I remind you?"
The old man from outside the territory flushed with suffocation, and wanted to remind but couldn't hold his face down.
Qin Yang shrugged, if this is not right, even if he reminds him, this guy is afraid it will not.
Immediately, Qin Yang opened his mouth and said: "This poem has seven words in one word, Ying Ciao An Liu Nong Chun Qing Ye Yue Ming."
After a pause, Qin Yang reminded: "What you want to write is Xia."
"Impossible, it is impossible to come out right!" the old man outside the territory said.
Qin Yang shook his head, and said, "If only the talent is to study hard. It is useless to read hard books. I think that Lingbao Thousand Books is not only a treasure, but a great disaster."
The old man from outside the territory suddenly became excited, and said furiously: "Bold, how dare you insult my treasure!"
Qin Yang spread out his hands and said, "I want to refute, take out your poem!"
"Impossible, you can't be right at all, at least not in a short time!"
The old man outside the territory said.
Qin Yang curled his lips, what if I could come out right?
The eyes of the old man from outside the territory flashed, saying: "If you can come out right in spring, summer, autumn and winter, then I will lose. If you can't, you will lose!"
Everyone looked at Qin Yang and how Qin Yang should decide.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the best choice for Qin Yang is to stick to the previous rules. Anyway, this old man from outside the field is not right.
But for Qin Yang, he has read these four poems silently several times, so naturally it is the old man that makes the best deal.
Both can win in one fell swoop, and can completely blow the old man.
Qin Yang gave a light cough and said, "Then you are fine, I am going to write'Xia' now."
"Fragrant lotus and clear water move the wind and cool, and the water moves and the wind is cool and the summer is long. Long days, the summer is cool and the wind moves the water, and the cool breeze moves the water and the green lotus fragrance."
The old man from outside the field kept repeating silent chanting, and after finishing chanting, he spouted a mouthful of blood and his face became pale.
"My goodness, it turned out to be..."
"This one has seven characters long in the summer when the fragrant lotus clear water is moving and the wind is cool. It is the same as the first spring!"
Someone pondered over it carefully and found that just these seven words are a poem! As long as you remember these seven words, you only need to change the order and it becomes a poem!
"There are still autumn and winter, you haven't won yet!" The old man outside the territorial breath became confused, but he still didn't believe that Qin Yang could continue to do it.
Qin Yang snorted and said, "Then you have to listen carefully. The next step is Autumn."
"Autumn River Chu yan sleeps on the sandbank, Yansu sandbank is a shallow water current. The flowing shallow sands sleeps the geese, and the zhou sand sleeps the Yan Chujiang in autumn."
Qin Yang opened his mouth and said, "This autumn is the shallow current of the Qiujiang Chuyansu sandbar."
The old man's face was like tin foil, bleak and bleak, and he spewed blood again, his breath became weak, and he couldn't stand still.
His eyes were lost, his pupils were dilated, and he had obviously suffered some huge damage.
Qin Yang stared at the old man outside the territory, and said: "In fact, it's not just spring, summer, autumn and winter, but I have set the theme of spring, summer, autumn and winter. There are so many such poems."
"No, I don't believe it!" The old man from outside the field roared loudly, having lost his previous calmness.
"Don't believe me? Then I will come two casually?" Qin Yang laughed.
What Qin Yang said was not just one song, but two random ones?
Everyone felt astonished. The old man outside the territory stared at Qin Yang, as if he was hanging his last breath.