Eldest Senior Brother is Ordinary

"Why are these two guys here?"

Lu Changsheng was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, the feast of bliss in the state of Jin actually attracted these two guys.

Under the Wen Tower, Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng walked together, but they were not wearing the robes of the elders of Daluo, but brocade clothes.

Liu Qingfeng is a little better and looks very delicate, while Wang Fugui is fat and fat, and he boasted that he was good at writing poetry?

"In the past few years, they have joined in all the fun, saying that they are learning from their senior brothers, and they also want to transform into ordinary people."

Junior Sister Yunrou chuckled lightly.

Lu Changsheng couldn't help but be silent.

This is called Huafan? Taking a glance, Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng, dressed in brocade clothes, looked like they were rich in wealth. There were four or five attendants beside them, each carrying a lot of things. Is this also called Huafan?

Are you sure this isn't a mundane enjoyment?

well!

With a sigh, Lu Changsheng knew that, in a place like this, if you meet these two guys, there will be nothing good.

"Senior Brother Qingfeng, I'm not blowing it. Except for the Holy Master Daluo, no one in the world can compare to me in terms of poetry writing."

Wang Fugui said firmly.

This made Liu Qingfeng even more surprised.

"Fugui Junior Brother, are you sure?"

Liu Qingfeng was very surprised.

"I'm sure, if you don't believe it, I'll wait for the Venta to open later. What do I call the summit?"

Wang Fugui is very serious.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, in an instant, the entire Venta burst into bright light, and the sound of saints rang out.

"Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is self-improvement!"

"Thousands of gold scattered and come back."

"Plum blossom from the bitter cold."

The voice of the sage sounded, all of which were said by Lu Changsheng, the Wen Tower roared, and then the eight doors opened on their own, inviting people from the world to come in and write poetry.

For a time, I don't know how many talented and beautiful women walked in, and many monks also entered.

The pagoda is a Taoist device. It doesn't look very big from the outside, but after walking in, it is very empty.

It can accommodate 100,000 people.

"Senior brother, shall we go in?"

Junior Sister Yunrou asked like this.

Lu Changsheng nodded, and it was okay to go in and have a look, just to see if Wang Fugui had improved over the years.

soon.

Lu Changsheng and Qian Yunrou walked into the Wenta.

On the walls of the pagoda, there are sheets of white paper on which are written topics, and poems are written on them.

"Junior Brother Fugui, hurry up and write a poem. This question is quite good. It uses heavy snow as the word."

On the side, Liu Qingfeng took Wang Fugui to write a poem.

"Brother Qingfeng, wait a moment, let me think about it."

Wang Fugui wiped the grease from his mouth, but frowned and looked at the question.

After a while, he spoke slowly.

"The snow is white, the grass and trees are frozen, the poor are rolled up in bed, and the rich and noble enjoy the snow scenery."

When Wang Fugui said this, he sighed even more, with a feeling of sharing the worries of the people.

Liu Qingfeng on the side fell into silence.

Not only did he fall into silence, but the talents around him were also stunned.

Only a few entourages heard cheers.

"A good poem, a good poem, the first two lines of this poem, my son, are described simply, and the last two lines go down to the poverty of the people all over the world. It's a good quilt, both vivid and reasonable. I admire it, I really admire it. ."

"Yes, yes, poor people, when the snow is heavy, can only shiver under the bed, while the rich enjoy the snow scene, this poem, satirizing the gap between the rich and the poor, is really a great scholar also."

"It's hard to imagine that Wang Gongzi is not only handsome, but also so good at writing poetry. He is only eight buckets tall, and really is only eight buckets tall."

A few followers bravely praised that it is really not easy to blow a soy sauce poem into this.

"Brother Qingfeng, how is this poem?"

Wang Fugui blushed and asked Liu Qingfeng.

And Liu Qingfeng thought about it, and to be honest, he really didn't have much research on poetry.

Although I think Wang Fugui's poem is not very good, the problem is that these followers said it well.

After thinking for a while, Liu Qingfeng gave him a positive look and said, "It's pretty good, with the demeanor of Senior Brother Changsheng."

He said so.

This made Lu Changsheng beside him fall into silence again.

Sure enough, Wang Fugui's ability to write poetry is still so touching.

Sighed.

Lu Changsheng really didn't know what to say.

However, as the talents continued to write poems, the stairs still did not appear, which meant that Wenta did not recognize their poems.

Just like that, time passed little by little.

A full hour passed.

Hundreds of thousands of talented people gathered, but no one went to the second floor.

Outside of the Wenta, all the people or monks in the entire country turned their attention to the Wenta.

After an hour, no one was able to reach the second floor.

This is very rare. Usually, someone may go upstairs in a quarter of an hour.

It's been an hour, and no one has been able to successfully pass the level.

Very puzzling.

Just like that, after another half an hour, it was already late at night. In theory, someone should have climbed the tower.

Climbing to the top may be a bit exaggerated, but at least there are 30 or 40 floors, right?

But there are hundreds of thousands of talented people, and there is no shortage of people with real literary talent, but they still can't get to the second floor, which is really confusing.

However, at this moment, a voice sounded slowly.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of people disappear, and a lonely boat is a dwarf, fishing for snow in the cold river alone."

The voice sounded, calm and beautiful.

Twenty words describe the lonely snow scene.

At this moment, all the literati were silent.

This poem is too beautiful.

In the Venta, the color of the snow scene appeared.

On the river with heavy snowfall, a small boat, an old fisherman, was fishing alone in the middle of the cold river.

There is not a single bird in the thousands of mountains and rivers. Between heaven and earth, it is pure and silent, spotless and silent.

The geniuses were shocked.

However, at this moment, Liu Qingfeng and Wang Fugui were also shocked.

The two of them turned around and looked at Lu Changsheng with incredible eyes.

Although they couldn't identify Lu Changsheng's appearance, they could distinguish his voice.

Just, at this moment.

The ancient Venta shook.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

The entire pagoda erupted with boundless rays of light, and the terrifying talent turned into a beam of divine light that penetrated into the sky.

In the Venta, the pictures of saints hanging on the walls also shine brightly.

Lu Changsheng was surrounded by extremely extraordinary talents.

A phantom of the Wen Palace appeared behind Lu Changsheng, and a sage manifested, making it extraordinary.

At this moment, the entire Jin Kingdom was shocked.

Outside the Venta, there are four mirrors that allow people outside the Venta to see the scene inside.

The wooden mask on Lu Changsheng's face also disintegrated at this moment.