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

Chapter 308 Poetry Immortal!

This sentence caused everyone to burst into laughter. They felt that Qian Yu was just talking nonsense.

Qian Yu narrowed his eyes, stared at Ma Sicheng and said, "Since it was a dream, there are naturally many more!"

"Really, Mr. Gu might as well tell you about it. If there is only one song, I really suspect that you plagiarized others. If you can name many songs, and if you can't find the source, then I will believe you!" The corner of Ma Sicheng's mouth A sneer appeared.

He felt that it was impossible for Qian Yu to say anything, so he deliberately made things difficult for Qian Yu, waiting to see Qian Yu's jokes.

"Oh?" Qian Yu sneered, and then said: "If that's the case, then I'll convince you to lose!"

After all, he stood up from the table.

Qian Yu paced back and forth in front of everyone, and immediately began to chant poems.

Qian Yu was familiar with the three hundred Tang poems by heart, so he began to say: "Then, listen to me."

At this time, Qian Yu took a sip of fine wine and immediately began to read.

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning.

Don't you see Gaotangmingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like a blue silk and snow is at dusk.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I am born to be useful, and come back when my wealth is gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is fun, and you will have to drink three hundred cups.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will be drinking, not stop drinking.

A song with Junge, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk.

In ancient times, the saints and sages were lonely, and only the drinkers kept their names.

In the old days, Wang Chen feasted and fought for peace and joy.

What is the master's word for less money, you have to sell to the king.

Five-flowered horses, Qianjin Qiu, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you. "

Qian Yu read it sentence by sentence, and saw that all the guests there showed shocked expressions, and even dull expressions.

They seemed to be deeply attracted by Qian Yu, and the whole hall was silent.

Even that Tang Yuehua looked at Qianyu in a dumbfounded manner.

At this moment, he felt that Qian Yu seemed to have transformed into a great poet.

The realm of this poem is beyond his comprehension.He knew that even those famous writers might not be able to write such a masterpiece.

Qian Yu looked at Ma Sicheng and said with a sneer, "Is that enough? Not enough!"

As he spoke, Qian Yu continued to chant poems: "The sun shines on the censer to produce purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river in the distance. The flying stream goes down three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way falls nine days."

At this moment, those people who had ridiculed Qian Yu before all closed their mouths, their faces full of shock.

Even Tang Yuehua, at this moment, was actually somewhat obsessed. This poem is simply perfect, and it is grander than any of their poems in Douluo Continent! !

Qian Yu didn't stop yet, and continued to read: "Not enough!"

"Among the colorful clouds of Chaoci Baidi, thousands of miles of rivers and tombs return in one day. The sound of apes on both sides of the bank can't stop, and the light boat has passed ten thousand mountains."

"Baiyujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor.

Immortals caress my top and endure longevity.

Mistakenly chasing worldly joy, quite poor reasoning and chaos.

96 The holy king, the floating clouds hang empty names."

Before Qian Yu stopped, he began to read one poem after another.

"On the Phoenix Terrace, the Phoenix swims, and the Phoenix goes to the Terrace to empty the river and flow by itself.

Wu Gong flowers and grass buried in the path, Jin Dynasty clothing crown into an ancient hill.

Three mountains and half outside the blue sky, the second water divides Bailuzhou.

It is always because the floating clouds can cover the sun, and the absence of Chang'an makes people worry. "

Qian Yu chanted one after another, and those people had already fallen into a state of obsession.

Although these people are all elites in the literary world, they have never met a master of poetry like Qian Yu.

They feel as if they are in a picture scroll, and those picture scrolls are all important events related to the common people in the world.

They can't wait to rush up and ask whether these major events are true.

Every word and every line of Qian Yu's poem seemed to be full of wisdom, which touched them deeply, and they wished they could fall to the ground and worship.

When he read the last sentence, Qian Yu suddenly raised his head, his eyes burst into light, and the surrounding air froze instantly.

Finally, a poem is over.

At this time, the entire hall became deathly silent again.

Everyone in the entire hall was stunned when they heard these words.

They just felt as if they were struck by thunder, and they didn't recover for a long time.

"All of this is too illusory, am I dreaming?" Tang Yuehua murmured, her tone full of disbelief.

You know, Tang Yuehua is familiar with poetry and books, and has read all kinds of excellent works.

He has read a lot of books, but he has never heard of such excellent poems.

Even the poems of the famous masters in their schools are nothing compared to Qian Yu's.

However, he never thought that someone could write Qian Yu's poem to such an extreme.

Each of these poems is so shocking.

And Ma Sicheng was even more stunned, he didn't expect that Qian Yu would have such accomplishments.

Not only him, even Xue Qinghe and Tang Yuehua who were sitting next to him were shocked from ear to ear.

Because these poems are really too perfect!

"How is this possible! This kid actually wrote poems to such an extent!"

At this moment, Qian Renxue's expression changed violently, and the shock in her heart was simply indescribable.

She originally thought that her younger brother was just powerful, but now, Qian Yu's performance will definitely refresh his understanding of Qian Yu.

Now it seems that she still doesn't know her brother very well.

Tang Yuehua couldn't help swallowing and spitting, her eyes widened, and she stared at Qianyu without blinking. She felt that Qianyu's whole body seemed to be covered with a mysterious veil.

At this time, Qian Yu got up slowly and walked to Ma Sicheng's side. His eyes were sharp and seductive: "Ma Sicheng, how about my poem? Are you satisfied?"

Ma Sicheng's face froze suddenly, and his whole face was extremely ugly. If a poem is copied, but there are so many poems, and they are all quatrains, how to copy?
Besides, he had never heard of the poems Qian Yu said just now.

In the poems and books of Douluo Continent, there is no record at all, so where can he copy it from?
Thinking of this, Ma Sicheng suddenly felt ashamed.

The whole person's face was livid, and he couldn't say a word.

And the others looked at Qian Yu in horror.

It is not an exaggeration to say that someone like Qian Yu is a poet of the entire continent, who can refute it?
Ma Sicheng gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.

Qian Yu is so talented, just relying on the poems he sang just now is enough to win the respect of everyone.

(End of this chapter)