1721. "Shocked" four seats

But Dong Luo had already made up his mind, so Mu Qingxue naturally couldn't stop him.

At this time, the entire restaurant was filled with applause and cheering, and the scene was particularly strong, as if the king of heaven was singing on stage and singing.

Chu Yun, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly became interested. He thought to himself that this winter fell, could he be a poet?

Although the fairy world emphasizes immortals and slim down to literature, where there are words, there are naturally things like poetry, calligraphy and painting, which are nothing more than the difference between good and bad.

Moreover, there are tens of millions of ways to cultivate immortality. If you practice in any field to the extreme, you can become an immortal or a saint.

Chu Yun had seen a man who became an immortal through literature in his previous life.

Such people have all their talents. Poetry can kill enemies, lyrics can destroy armies, and articles can also bring peace to the world.

You can become a sword by exhaling, and you can attract thunder by opening your mouth. Every word and sentence is a killing skill.

Chu Yun met one person back then, and he didn't say anything more than a few words. He started to curse the man after chatting for a few words. Finally, Chu Yun scolded him with a classic swearing article on the earth, which made him speechless and lost all his face. Finally, he became angry and fought with Chu Yun.

This kind of Wenxian has a very strange cultivation and can kill people in every sentence. In the end, Chu Yun used the Thunder Spirit Jade to attract thunder and then killed him.

But after killing him, Chu Yun regretted it. Such a genius should not be killed, but should be kept. If he could learn how to kill the enemy with articles and poems from him, Chu Yun felt that he should be invincible in the world.

Paralysis, I have 300 Tang poems and 300 Song poems, and 5,000 years of civilization in China. The cultural heritage is as surging as rivers, lakes and seas. Who can compete with me?

However, Chu Yun had a fantasy of this idea himself. After all, the journey of seeking immortals and asking for Taoism is very difficult, so how can there be a shortcut? I guess this lineage of Wenxian will only be more difficult than their Yuanli practice?

At this time, Dong Luo had already started to recite poems.

Chu Yun drank a cup of tea, listened quietly, and prepared to take down the amazing talent of this wealthy young master.

Everyone around him admired him so much, Chu Yun estimated that Dong Luo should be a poet.

At this time, the first sentence had already sounded.

"Ah~ Qingxue"

With just a few words, the domineering spirit was revealed, and the whole audience became solemn and Mu Qingxue's delicate body also trembled slightly.

Probably, it was shocking.

Dong Luo held the folding fan in his hand, held his hands behind him, strolled around the restaurant, and continued to write poems.

"You are the bird in the sky, fly~"

"You are the moon in the sea, floating~"

"You are the willow on the river bank, floating~"

Three consecutive parallels continued to fall, like a huge rock like a sea, and the magnificent momentum came one after another.

Then, another word "ah", which made the whole house tremble.

"Ah, Qingxue, you are so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful..."

"Beautiful as stone in a pit, indestructible~"

"Ah, Qingxue, you are really beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful~"

It's like a song falling down. Although the song ends, the afterglow remains, which makes people feel meaningful.

In the huge restaurant, only the sound of Shi Luo's like a stubborn stone was left, echoing between the world for a long time.

“This ~”

“This ~~”

The restaurant was quiet for a moment, and the people all over the building were twitching.

Chu Yun was also stunned, and he didn't swallow the tea in his mouth for a long time.

"Ba!Ba!"

"What a poem, what a poem!"

"Applause, everyone applauds."

"Young Master Shi Luo is indeed both talented and beautiful, both talented and beautiful!"

After a moment of silence, the group of dog legs had already applauded and praised Shi Luo in various ways.

The fat boss even asked someone to copy it on paper: "What a poem, Master Shi, I bought this poem in the restaurant, and I will hang it in front of the door for the world to admire it."

The audience was in full swing, and many people applauded and praised it.

Seeing this scene, some people in the crowd were still confused. Especially a few women, their eyes twitched and asked their companions beside them: "Is it...I don't understand poetry? Why can't I hear what's going on? It feels like a barking dog."

"Shh!"

"Sister, be careful, you want to die. That's the young master of the Dong family!" The woman's brother quickly covered her sister's mouth.

On the second floor, winter's face was also gloomy and sunny. She looked at the saint Gu Yao with some uncertainty: "Yaoer, is my brother's poem really... really good?"

Gu Yao also smiled bitterly: "It should be."

Downstairs, feeling the complimentary words of everyone and respectful eyes, Dong Luo was filled with satisfaction and satisfaction. Then he returned to his seat and asked Mu Qingxue with a smile: "Qingxue, are you satisfied with this poem I gave you?"

"Me~" Even Mu Qingxue's mouth was a little dry at this time, and the smile that was barely revealed was full of bitterness. She had to nod and say, satisfied.

At this time, Shi Luo noticed the pretty boy beside Mu Qingxue again, and asked lonely again: "What about you, little guy? Look at you like this, you seem to have been conquered by my poems?"

Puff ~

As soon as Shi Luo said this, Chu Yun could no longer hold it in. The mouthful of tea in his mouth squirted out, spraying Shi Luo's face.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it."

“Haha~”

Chu Yun was almost laughing.
Chapter completed!