Chapter 353: End of the World

"It's almost a hundred breaths, so let's hurry up."
Xia Zimo shouted proudly. When Xu Yi looked at him, his eyes turned white, and he hated and stared. Only then, she was really scared, not because she was worried about paying 200,000 gold, but because her hero dreams were broken. .
"At present, such a super good poem, Lee has nothing but hands, please.
Li Xiuluo in white lightly, rushing to Jiang Nanyu, Liu Jiu changed his arms.
Jiang Nanzhang and Liu Jiubian are not stupid. At present, Honghua does not have the ability to surpass. She barely writes it with one hand.
The second son of Zhu Er, Xiao Fushen looked at each other again, all seeing the shock in the other's eyes, and even heard the 10,000 mysterious four-hoofed animals in the heart of the other, stepping over.
It was still Grandpa Zhu yelled out loudly, and the second son of Zhu Er returned to the gods, clenched his teeth, and said the second question: "End of the World!"
Without waiting for the three to move, Xu Yi waved with his left palm and made a brief pass. The second son Zhu Er sat on the ground with a rump. Jiang Nanxi was also shocked to the extreme. Xia Zimo's cheering voice was about to break through the clouds. The dance was full of people, and there was a poem at the end of the first poem. In fact, everyone's expectations of Xu Yi have reached a very high level.
The wolf was settled on the white paper, Xia Zimo was about to speak out, and the duck Shaoguang had rushed out, chanting, "Don't think about it, and let this master's mouth produce an amazing article, quack ..." Fei In the middle of the sky, blocking Xia Zimo's sight, quacked, "The old vine with vines faints, the small bridge runs through the water, the old west wind and thin horse, the setting sun is down, the intestines are in the horizon, ah ah ah ... I have a grass, here As soon as the first remarks came out, there are still revelations in the world. Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ... genius, the real genius, the genius who is even more genius than this master is finally born, Gaga ... "
The ducks fluttered in the sky, hissing and howling, but the scene was extremely silent.
Although the duck is annoying, there is a sentence that says that everyone's heart is gone, that is, "This poem is in one place, is there a poem in the world?" If the previous poem is very meteorological, rhythmic, literary, incompetent Whereas, this song combines rhythm, literary style and artistic conception to the extreme.
Where is writing poetry? It is clearly drawing. With the most refined and simple text, it outlines a distant artistic landscape of ink and wash. The thick horizons fall into the hearts of everyone at the same time.
After the pass, Xiao Fushen also fell. The expected victory and the cruel reality formed a strong contrast, which shocked his brain.
"God's pen, Your God's Talent, admired by Lee."
Li Shuluo fisted.
Jiang Nanzhang and Liu Jiuhuan changed their faces somber that they were about to drip water.
Both of them asked for this poetry meeting. Liu Jiubian was eager to expand his reputation at this high-level poetry meeting and add weight to the upcoming scientific examination.
Jiang Nanxun was not in the scientific examination, but he was extremely renamed, especially paying attention to the name of the text. The eight family members gave birth to four grandsons. On the way to martial arts, Jiang Nanxun thought he would not lose. Of the four boys, they came out on top.
Unexpectedly, the stage was set up, and both of them became decorations and backgrounds, all of which set off the Xuanyi kid.
"Xu Mou was lucky enough to win two games, and the third game was nothing. I don't know what Zhu Ergong thought it was!"
Xu Yi looked at Zhu Ergong, a mournful tester, and said with a smile.
"No, absolutely not. After saying three games, why should we only play two games, and then we should listen to good poems."
Teasing ducks fluttered with short wings and flew to Xu Yi, hissing and howling.
Everyone in the room was awake like a dream, and they all spoke. As the ducks said, they had to finish three games.
Good poetry is hard to find. There are many poets in the field. Whoever thinks that there is too much good poetry meets the shocking talents.
Zhu Ergong was helpless and had to open the third note, feeling weak and weak, "Ask for love."
Xia Zimo's mouth widened in shock, she never thought that the third note was the subject she wrote.
Xu Yi pondered for a moment, and suddenly turned to look at Xia Zimo, but saw that Xia Zimo was obsessed with himself, touched his heart, and wrote with Qi Yubi, "In the world, what is love and teaches life and death? Tianshangdibei Shuangfeike, the old wings several times of cold and summer. Happy fun, parting hard, there are even more foolish children. Jun Yingyu, small clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight, to whom only go? Hengfen Road, lonely year Drums and wild smoke are still plain. What is the spirit of the soul, the mountains and ghosts are crying in the wind and rain. The sky is also jealous, unbelieving, and the Yinger swallows are all loess. . "
As soon as the poem appeared, the field was frozen and everyone stared at Xu Yi, as if staring at a demon.
I don't know how many people want to look away from his head and see what's in it. Such wealth of thought is that when the poetry of the world was Xie Ruoyan, the poetic heart was Gu Yunzhen, and he had no choice but to retreat and bow down.
"In the world, what is love, Zhizhi teaches life and death."
Xia Zimo silently read this sentence, and her heart was full of tenderness. Suddenly, she was thinking about the difference, seeing no time, sadness came from it, and tears flowed.
"Monster, monster, you must be a monster ... terrible, terrible, terrible, scared to death less, how could someone be smarter than Ben, how could it be, how could it be ..."
The duck glared at Xu Yi, fluttering gorgeous wings in front of his eyes, and kept making noises, but Xu Yi grabbed it in his hands, "Less noise, or stew you."
"Let Shaoguang down! This is Lao Tzu's thing!"
Xiao Fushen jumped forward.
"Who is the thing, who is the thing, Wang Ba with the last name Xiao, go to your uncle."
The ducks squirted wildly.
Xiao Fu held out the ring and was about to strike, but was grabbed by Xu Yi. "Bullying animals, what a hell!"
The duck was furious. "Who is a beast and wears black clothes and was thought to have written a few crooked poems by your Yaya, I would not dare ..."
At this point, Xu Yi pinched his neck, and the whole world suddenly became clear.
"His name, what the do you mean! Dare to do it here!"
Xiao Fu was furious and stared at Li Shuluo. "Brother Xiuluo, this person is so insulting to me, haven't you seen it?"
Xia Zimo finally jumped on the field. "Last name Xiao, don't change the subject, and Zhu Er, don't shrink back. The previous bet, you two will not forget it. Hurry to bring 200,000 gold. You heroes are all witnesses, and as your two, do n’t let your fates go.

Xiao Fushen, Zhu Ergong's son was hit and nearly collapsed, Xia Zimo made up for this heavy blow again, they both had the heart to die.
Two hundred thousand gold, astronomical figures, these two are completely supported by the family, except for the cost of practice, each year but thousands of gold pockets, bearing the title of the grandfather Hou Ye, the son of the grandfather, although bright, but empty inside.
Two hundred thousand gold, even if it is fatal, can not be taken out.
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