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Chapter 110 Chrysanthemum Spectrum

As a last resort, Xu Duan had no choice but to think about how to promote the two books, but he dare not say that the two books were written by himself. fast?

Xu Duan's hair was almost graying, and just as he was doing the same thing, he found out that he had been hacked again, because the five-star software had become popular again.

This time, the one who hacked him was also a martial arts writer named Xiao Jie, a martial arts writer who has just risen up in the past two years. He is very popular and has an arrogant temper. He never takes people seriously. Of course, an arrogant person has the capital of pride. In the past two years, he has brought down three famous martial arts masters. Among them, there are many famous martial arts masters who have been famous for a long time. All three books have been ranked among the top three in the martial arts world.

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The reason why Xiao Jie hacked Xu Duan was not because the Bai Group invited him to black Xu Duan, nor was it because he had a good relationship with Xiaoyao Jian and others and wanted to stand up for them, nor did he have any conflicts of interest with Xu Duan, but because—— I can't get used to it. Some time ago, the online debate between Xu Duan and Xiaoyaojian was talked about by many book lovers. Many book friends even claimed that if Xu Duan writes a book, it is likely to bring about an earth-shaking subversive reform for martial arts. Xiao Jie couldn't accept this, Xiao Jie had never received such praise, Xu Duan, an entertainment star who had never written a book, why was he so praised by book friends?Why is he?
So Xiao Jie came, and I saw him write on Weibo: "A singer and host dares to talk about martial arts, nonsense is really ridiculous, don't think you can write two sour poems to understand martial arts, you are far behind! "

Xiao Jie's tone was very aggressive, and his attitude was very arrogant. No one could stand it, let alone Xu Duan's fans who have always been fearless. How can they bear being bullied to the top?The uncle could bear it, but his uncle and grandma couldn't, and immediately retorted at Xiao Jie.

"Who are you, who are you? Running here to fart, you're crazy!"

"Brother, your IQ is not in the service area, right? You came here to play wild, and don't look at your own virtue."

"Oh, let me go, who accidentally excreted body fluids and got such a dog urine moss? Hurry up and roll as far as you can!"

"Others can still write two sour poems anyway, buddy, you should write one and have a look."

"That's right, you said that you are so arrogant that you have the guts to write a poem. What's the fuss if you can't even write a poem? Get out of here!"

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The reason why Xiao Jie is proud is mainly because he thinks he is talented, otherwise he can't be so proud, and he won't be proud of anything?Isn't that uncomfortable?

Xiao Jie just waits for someone to say that he can't write poetry, otherwise how can he show that he is different?Immediately said: "Is it difficult to write poetry? It's ridiculous, just come up with questions."

Fans of Xu Duan took a look, oh, bastard yawned—Nimma is so arrogant, and he still asks questions casually, okay, ask whatever you want, I will kill you.

"Then just write a poem about how steel eggs are made."

"Yo, it's really the toad yawning so loudly, so let's write a toad poem and have a look."

"My Ergouzi has been naughty again recently, you can use Ergouzi to write a poem to see."

"Hey, don't you want to win the Duanduan lawsuit recently? Then buddy, why don't you write a poem about how the iron mouth broke your teeth?"

"Isn't it winter? You wrote a dog fur hat because it's so warm."

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Xiao Jie almost cried when he saw Xu Duan's fans' questions, your sister, is there any question like yours?You guys are so fucking wicked, you guys, so who the hell can write poems as the subject?

There are still good people among the fans, and it helped Xiao Jie solve the problem by asking a normal question, "My family has a pot of red chrysanthemums, and I want to write a poem with red chrysanthemums. I ask that the word chrysanthemum not appear in the poem." .”

When Xiao Jie saw this reply from Xu Duan's many fans' replies, he was so excited that he almost cried. Compared with other fans, this is simply a good person!So I hurriedly wrote: "Okay, I will write a poem with the title of red chrysanthemums: not to the spring wind but to the autumn wind, the flowering period is in the middle of the Chongyang Festival, and the ground is full of blue frost.

"Tch, it's too ordinary!"

"This Nima is also called poetry?"

"It's not poetry at all!"

"What the hell is that!"

"It's really fucking not a joke!"

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After Xiao Jie had experienced Xu Duan's fan's perverted imagination, he didn't dare to ask Xu Duan's fans to write a question, so he led the disaster to Xu Duan, "You asked me to write it, and I wrote it, Xu Duan ? Does he dare to write a poem? Who can’t delineate the topic by himself? If he is capable, he will write a poem on the theme of chrysanthemums. If he can write it, I will count him as capable!"

Xu Duan was having a headache because his work hadn't been publicized. Xiao Jie delivered it to his door. He really didn't want to let go of the opportunity of publicity, so he came out right away. Nothing else, Nima Chrysanthemum Poetry, how much do you want? Bar?Dude has a dream of Red Mansions, which is known as the most wonderful book in the world, do you know?Have you heard of chrysanthemum spectrum?Buddy can't write you to death!

Because the changed world has not experienced the Qing Dynasty, so Dream of the Red Chamber, the first of the four famous novels, does not appear in this world.

I saw Xu Duan said in a shaky voice: "It's really troublesome to write one by one, so how about it, I will make a set of chrysanthemum music today, please appreciate it."

As he spoke, Xu Duan brought out all twelve chrysanthemum poems by Lao Cao.

Yiju
Looking at the west wind and thinking about it, when the red reeds are white and the heart is heartbroken, the empty fences and old gardens are gone in autumn, and the cold moon and green frost have dreams.

Niannianxin followed the wild goose far away, sat and listened to the evening anvil, who pity me for being thin, comforting Chongyang will have a period.

visit chrysanthemum
Take advantage of the frost and sunshine to try it out, don't drown the wine cup and medicine cup, who will plant it under the moon before the frost?Where is the autumn outside the fence?

The wax clogs are originally in love, and the cold chant is endless, and the yellow flowers are like sympathizing with poets, so let's hang on the head of the staff now.

Kind of chrysanthemum
I moved the autumn garden with my hoe, and planted it everywhere in front of the yard by the fence. It rained unexpectedly last night, and I still like to bloom with frost today.

Recite thousands of autumn poems coldly, drink a cup of cold fragrant wine when drunk, seal the springs with mud and protect them diligently, so as to make peace with the wells and prevent dust.

pair of chrysanthemums
Moved from the other garden to Guibi gold, one clump is light and the other clump is deep, sitting on the bank of Xiao Shuli, hugging his knees and singing in the cool fragrance.

There is no one who is proud of the world, but it seems that only my bosom friend, don't let the autumn light go by, and it is better to cherish every inch of shade.

offering chrysanthemum
Playing the piano and drinking wine is a happy couple, and a few cases of Tingting are embellished.The incense sticks are divided into three dews, and the bookman is facing a branch of autumn.

Shuangqing paper accounts come to new dreams, and the garden is cold and setting sun to recall the old travels.Because of the same smell, Ao Shi did not drown the peach and plum in the spring breeze.

Yong Ju
The rogue poetry demon faints at dawn, and surrounds the fence and stone from the sinking sound.The end of the hair is beautiful and the frost is written, and the corners of the mouth are fragrant and sing to the moon.

The paper is full of self-pity and plain grievances, who can explain Qiu Xin in a few words?After Tao Ling commented on the chapter, Qiangu Gaofeng talked about it to this day.

draw chrysanthemum
I don't know how to write poems and dramas. Is it a contest between Danqing and Fei?The gathered leaves are splashed with thousands of spots of ink, and the gathered flowers are stained with a few traces of frost.

Dan Nong Shen knows the front shadow of the wind and escapes from the fragrance of Qiusheng's wrist.Don't recognize Dongli's leisurely picking and chatting on the screen to comfort the Chongyang Festival.

ask chrysanthemum
Desiring to hear about the autumn love that no one knows, he murmured that he clasped Dongli with his hands behind his back: Who will hide when I am lonely and proud of the world?Is it too late to bloom?

How lonely is Pu Lu Ting Shuang?Is it lovesick when the geese return to the squirrel?Mo Yan has no talker in the world, so why not talk about it for a while?
Hairpin Chrysanthemum
The bottle for the fence is busy day by day, so I will not recognize the makeup in the mirror.Mr. Chang'an is a fanatic, and Mr. Peng Ze is a drunkard.

The short temples are coldly dipped with three-path dew, and Ge Jinxiang is dyed with Jiuqiu cream.The noble and immoderate people's eyes, clap your hands and laugh by the side of the road.

Chrysanthemum Shadow
The autumn light is layered on top of each other, stealthily moving in the three paths.The window is separated by sparse lights to describe the distance, and the fence is broken by the moon to lock the bell.

The cold fragrance stays in the photo, and the soul should stay there, and the frost seal conveys the dream and the dream is empty.Cherish the place where the dark fragrance is broken, who can recognize the hazy with drunk eyes.

Chrysanthemum dream
Qiu by the fence has a clear sleep, and it is not clear with the cloud and the moon.Deng Xianfei Mu Zhuang Shengdie, recalling the old and looking for Tao Lingmeng.

Go to sleep and follow the geese to break, startled back, so annoyed by the crocodile.Whom do you complain to when you wake up: Declining grass and cold smoke have infinite love!

Remnant chrysanthemum
Lu Ningshuang's weight gradually tilted, and the feast was only after the light snow.The pedicles have lingering fragrance and gold are indifferent, but the branches are not full of green leaves.

The sound of the moon falling on the half-bed is sharp, and the geese are late in the cold cloud of thousands of miles.See you again at the autumnal equinox next year, temporarily parting Mo Xiangsai!
One after another, a total of twelve!
When Xu Duan wrote the first poem "Yiju", everyone was shocked, because what he wrote was the authentic seven rhythms of the ancient style. How can ordinary people write this stuff? It is not easy to write a capital if you are a professional in ancient literature. , but it's like making dumplings, one song after another, everyone is almost scared to death!Are you playing chicken blood?Damn don't bring such a scary thing!
Nima, are you hanging up?Xiao Jie is also confused at the moment, he has seen those who wrote ancient style poems, and those who wrote Qilu, but Nima wrote like dumplings on the spot, don’t say that Nima has seen it before, even if he has heard of it, he has never heard of it. !Compared with Xu Duan's seven rhythms, his poem that could not be more white, Xiao Jie himself had the urge to commit suicide to thank the world, and he really wanted to ask Xu Duan: Are you fucking going to heaven, you?
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