Douluo: Angel Martial Soul at the beginning, was hunted down by Tang Hao

Chapter 307 Fight Poetry!

At this moment, Ma Sicheng looked at Qian Yu and said: "I didn't expect Mr. Gu to be very particular about poetry. Why don't we use Mr. Xue's zither to write poems? I don't know Mr. Gu, would you like it?"

Ma Sicheng looked at Qian Yu, Qian Yu was the King of Sky Feather, also known as the God of Death of the Empire.

How can this kind of rough man who fights and kills understand poetry and songs?

This time, he can definitely help his father and improve his face.

Qian Yu looked at Ma Sicheng calmly, nodded slightly and said, "Yes!"

Ma Sicheng immediately said: "Then I will start first!"

At this moment, I saw Ma Sicheng take a step, and immediately, he picked up the wine glass on the table, and said to the crowd: "Everyone present, I am making a fool of myself!"

"Okay! Do it!"

Everyone toasted and drank.

Immediately afterwards, Ma Sicheng continued to chant: "The white snow flutters down from the sky, and the wind rustles from the ground. Hearing the music of nature today is like listening to fairy music in a palace!"

After drinking a poem by Ma Sicheng, all the people around Ma Sicheng began to brag.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"A good sentence is like a palace listening to fairy music, a good one is like a palace listening to fairy music!"

"Brother Ma is so good at writing, we admire him! Admire him!"

"This poem is really well written, especially the last two words 'as if', which shows Ma Sicheng's extraordinary and indifferent to fame and fortune. A detached appearance, without desires and desires, makes people unable to bear A sense of admiration."

"There is also the word Baixue, who also praised Mr. Xue, not bad, Mr. Ma is a great talent!"

"The artistic conception of this poem is really wonderful! It's worthy of Mr. Ma."

"Hahaha, of course!"

"Young Master Gu, please." Ma Sicheng looked at Qian Yu proudly, his eyes filled with provocation, as if he had a chance to win.

When Qian Yu heard Ma Sicheng's poem, he couldn't help but sneer.

However, his face did not change at all, he remained calm, as if he didn't pay much attention to Ma Sicheng's poems, he got up slowly, and said, "Then I will compose a poem for everyone to appreciate."

Hearing his words, the originally noisy banquet hall became much quieter in an instant.

Everyone is looking forward to what earth-shattering masterpiece he will make.

"Okay, please start!"

With his hands behind his back, Qian Yu said loudly: "

Zither has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one column thinks about the year of China,
Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of a butterfly, and Wang Dichun cares for the cuckoo.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea, and the blue sky is warm and the jade smokes.

This feeling can be treated as a recollection, but it was lost at the time.

There was a sudden exclamation.

Everyone was stunned!

Because Qian Yu's poem is the swan song of all ages!
No one in the room thought that Qian Yu could really compose this poem!

Qian Yu's voice was flat, but it conveyed an extremely deep and sad breath.

Everyone present was shocked by this poem!

A good poem, coupled with such a profound artistic conception, makes everyone feel sad.

When everyone heard his words, they couldn't recall them for a long time.

"This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was already at a loss. My God, what kind of fairy poem is this?"

At this moment, everyone's faces were full of shock, and their eyes shone with disbelief.

"Young Master Gu is indeed full of talent and learning. This poem is simply a miracle!"

"That's right! I've lived so many years, and this is the first time I've seen such a beautiful poem!"

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Everyone was amazed.

Qian Yu's poem is simply perfect!
Qian Yu's face was still calm.

Even Xue Qinghe had a look of surprise on his face.Obviously, he did not expect that Qian Yu could write such an excellent poem.

Ma Sicheng looked at Qian Yu with fear in his eyes.Although he belittled Qianyu with his mouth, he admired her very much in his heart.

"Clap clap clap~~~"

At this time, only the sound of applause sounded.

At this moment, seeing Tang Yuehua's face, she was extremely surprised. She clapped her hands and praised: "Young Master Gu's poem is really wonderful! I admire it so much, this poem is really good!"

At this time, everyone understood that this Qian Yu was not just a warrior, but a genius with both civil and military skills, and even had unique attainments in poetry and poetry.

At this moment, Ma Sicheng's face was extremely ugly, he looked at Qianyu and snorted coldly: "Okay, Mr. Gu is really talented and beautiful, my younger brother is willing to bow down!"

"Accept!" Qian Yu cupped his hands.

Ma Sicheng immediately looked at Qian Yu and said, "But Mr. Gu, you probably didn't write this poem, right?"

When Ma Sicheng said this, his face was cold. Obviously, he thought that Qian Yu plagiarized this poem.

"Hehe!" Qian Yu chuckled, "What? Mr. Ma suspects that I plagiarized this poem?"

"Humph!"

Ma Sicheng snorted coldly, then turned his head to look at Tang Yuehua, and said respectfully: "Pavilion Master Tang, I don't think Mr. Gu's poems are plagiarized as he said, please check it!"

At this time, Qian Yu smiled and said: "Since Mr. Ma suspects me, I want to know, does Mr. Ma have any evidence?"

Ma Sicheng sneered immediately, and immediately said: "Young Master Gu is the King of Sky Feather, the Great General of the Empire, I have investigated his life experience, he comes from a remote mountain village in the Heaven Dou Empire.

In that mountain village, no one taught etiquette, let alone poetry and songs.

So, how can an uneducated person write such a poem? "

Qian Yuxue's identity was faked by Qian Renxue. Qian Renxue found someone who was similar to Qian Yu and let Qian Yu take his place. Therefore, the empire would not have any doubts about Qian Yu.

Ma Sicheng looked at Tang Yuehua and continued: "So, I think that Qian Yu plagiarized other people's poems!"

At this moment, Qian Yu's face suddenly became gloomy.

He didn't want to argue with others, but Ma Sicheng was aggressive, so no wonder he was.

After listening to Ma Sicheng's words, many people nodded.

At this time, Qian Yu shook her head and said, "I didn't write this poem!"

As soon as this remark came out, Ma Sicheng looked at Qianyu and said, "Hmph, let me just say, how could he write such a poem!"

Everyone looked at Qian Yu with disdain on their faces.

At this time, Qian Yu continued: "However, this poem was dreamed of by me!"

"Dream?"

At this moment, everyone laughed and looked at Qian Yu with disdain.

Who would believe such nonsense?

"Hahaha~~~~"

Ma Sicheng suddenly laughed wildly: "Mr. Gu, there is no need to show such a clumsy lie out of embarrassment!"

Qian Yu smiled instead of anger: "Huh, I did not write this poem, but it appeared in my dream. If you don't believe me, you can search all the poems in this world to see if there is this poem. poetry?"

At this time, Ma Sicheng looked at Qian Yu and said, "You said this poem appeared in your dream, so, are there other poems? Or, did you only dream of this one?"

(End of this chapter)