The strongest Luo Chengzhi swept the world

Chapter 92
Yao Ping's domineering words shocked everyone, what kind of contempt it was.Listening to others' ears is like Luo Cheng's order.

Yao Ping's momentum was vigorous, and Wu Yu and the three couldn't help but change their expressions slightly, feeling the great pressure.

Seeing Yao Ping's appearance, everyone knows that the son Yao Ping just mentioned must be Luo Cheng.All eyes were focused on where Yao Fangcai was, on Luo Cheng.

A series of sharp eyes swept over, but Luo Cheng was unmoved, he was calm and calm, as if he didn't notice it.Such an aura wants to suppress him?I really underestimated him.

One must know that he is not only good at writing poems and lyrics, but also a martial artist.In the barracks, the monstrous power displayed by the Xiaolong army was enough to crush all the scholars present.

Wu Yu showed surprise on his face, his expression changed slightly, he managed to maintain a smile, and said: "Mr. Luo is really extraordinary, he is so domineering when he comes out."

Hearing this, Luo Cheng couldn't help laughing. He got up and walked to Yao Ping's side, raised his eyes slightly, and said indifferently: "If you want to challenge, then come up with a question!"

Wu Yu was annoyed. With Luo Cheng's appearance, he really didn't take them seriously.Compared with Luo Cheng's appearance, they were a little bit annoyed.

Wu Yu sneered, and said in a cold tone, "Young master Luo is so confident. Since that's the case, I'm going to ask Mr. Luo for advice today."

Luo Cheng glanced slightly, and returned to the original position with Yao Ping directly, without the slightest urgency, as if he didn't pay attention to Wu Yu and the others at all.With such an appearance, even the people present couldn't help but change their expressions. This Luo Cheng is really too arrogant.

Wu Yu took a deep breath, and just now he slowly returned to normal. His eyes were cold, and he said: "Everyone should know that Mr. Luo has already agreed, and we are not lying!"

Everyone also looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering where Luo Cheng was so confident.It's fine if he wins, but if he loses, he will become the laughing stock of the world if he is so defiant.

"For the first question, let's write a poem on... pity for farmers." Wu Yu looked at Luo Cheng coldly, with provocation and playfulness in his eyes.

Yes, this is the topic Wu Yu and the others prepared.In this regard, they have made complete preparations in advance.From their point of view, how could Luo Cheng, as the son of the royal family, understand these things?
If you haven't even experienced these things, how can you write realistic poems?This question, if nothing else, is aimed at Luo Cheng.

Wu Yu smiled, and said: "If you are interested, you can also write poems, and we will judge together later and make a conclusion."

Everyone was speechless, who could come into Fu Restaurant, who was from an ordinary person?They have never even done rough work, so how could they write poems that sympathize with the peasants? If they bite the bullet and force it, the writing will be unsatisfactory, and it will only increase the laughing stock.

But what Wu Yu didn't see was that when Luo Cheng heard the word "Min Nong", he almost spit out a mouthful of water, what does it mean?Do you want to be an actor?I don't pay for it.

Yao Ping, who was beside him, saw that Luo Cheng was strange, and couldn't help feeling a little worried, and said in a low voice, "My lord, do you want to be subordinate..."

Luo Cheng waved his hand and said, "Don't, they're trying to trick me! They think I don't know anything about farming, so I can't write sympathy for farmers, but they don't know...hehe."

Luo Cheng sneered twice, this is your own death, you can't blame me.In Beiping, although Wang Jie and others were also doing paintings, he had never seen someone with such a unique style of painting death.

Even if there is no system bonus for this song, Luo Cheng can easily think of it.This poem is catchy, simple and easy to recite, but meaningful.Although it is only a few words, it has already explained the hardships of farming.

With the answer in mind, Luo Cheng smiled calmly. Originally, Yao Ping was still worried, but seeing Luo Cheng so calm now, he also relaxed.Luo Cheng never targets indiscriminately, and Luo Cheng's self-confidence gave him confidence.

"Heh, have you given up already?" Wu Yu sneered, and spread out his pen and ink in front of him, writing vigorously.He thought, why do you come from a noble family and enjoy so many privileges.Today, you, Luo Cheng, are a stepping stone for my Wu Yu.

Zhang Hui and Deng Liang also started to write, but Deng Liang glanced sideways at Luo Cheng, feeling worried in his heart.He didn't know where this feeling came from, but he didn't dare to take it lightly.

This question was written by Wu Yu. It can be said that before today, the three of them had made a lot of preparations for it.It is also among many attempts that I have chosen the most satisfying one.

At this moment, they are just copying it on paper, and it doesn't take much time at all.

Therefore, in just a moment, the three of them have become poems.

Wu Yu straightened his body, looked at Luo Cheng and said, "The three of us have finished writing. I don't know when Mr. Luo wants to start, or where to start?"

Luo Cheng raised his eyelids, nodded indifferently, and said softly, "Bring the pen and ink."

Yao Ping shouted loudly: "Bring the pen and ink!"

Well, Yao Ping has become a megaphone.But I have to say that Luo Cheng's performance was extremely compelling. Everyone present looked at Luo Cheng in amazement, and thought to themselves, could it be that Luo Cheng really has a plan in mind?

Wu Yu gritted his teeth secretly, feeling resentful in his heart. In his opinion, Luo Cheng was just bluffing, and he would expose Luo Cheng's true colors later on.

Soon someone brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to Luo Cheng's desk. Luo Cheng slowly picked up the pen, but when the tip of the pen touched the paper.The pen in Luo Cheng's hand swayed like a swimming dragon.

That's why, dancing like a frightened bird!

Wu Yu was startled, horrified in his heart, he naturally believed in himself, but if Luo Cheng really wrote a poem of pity for farmers, even better than them, what should he do?
But at this moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wu Yu didn't dare to move lightly. He looked at Luo Cheng with a cold look in his eyes.

Luo Cheng only took a short time to write, and then stopped, and his speed was much faster than Wu Yu and the others.

Luo Cheng sat with the same expression as before, unmoved.He said flatly: "The poem has been written, we can start."

It has to be said that Luo Cheng's hanging posture made Wu Yu very unhappy, but Wu Yu was that Luo Cheng had no choice but to grit his teeth secretly in his heart.

"Okay, since Mr. Luo has already written a poem, everyone will review it together, let's judge who is better!" Wu Yu suppressed his anger and said to everyone.

Someone soon fetched Luo Cheng's poems, and hung them together with the poems of the three of them at a height where everyone can see them, for everyone to appreciate.

Originally, Wu Yu was still smiling, but when the time passed, Wu Yu's expression changed slightly. He found that everyone was looking at one place, and there was Luo Cheng's "Compassion for Farmers".

"How could it be?" Wu Yu didn't want to believe it, but also looked at Luo Cheng's "Pity for Farmers".

"At noon on the day of hoeing,

Sweat drips down the soil.

Who knows the plate of Chinese food,
Every particle is hard work. "

The whole poem is only [-] words, but it tells the hardships of farming, and it also serves as a warning to the world. The charm in it is far beyond the comparison of the three poems.

At this moment, the ups and downs stand out!
　Thanks to the book friends for "precipitation" for the reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)