Invincible lottery system

Chapter 75
"Shut up for me!"

Everyone was taken aback, and looked at the guest seat.

Zhu Zhidi's face was full of black air, and his obese body was even more overwhelmed, as if he was under tremendous pressure.

"Don't be fooled by Zheng Fei, the magic capital, he is not from Yangzhou at all!" Seeing that the colorful clouds were getting less and less, Zhu Zhidi was so angry that he said, "Those people are not qualified to enter the venue at all. I happened to meet a few people on that staircase before, they are not from our Yangzhou at all! Even if the poems come out of Lingxiao, they are not qualified to get those colorful talents at all!"

Speaking of this, Tang Bolong just stood up and chimed in: "Brother Zhu is reckless, but he is right after all. After all, this poetry meeting is the poetry meeting of our Yangzhou people, not the poetry meeting in Shanghai, Huai'an, or the colorful clouds in Yangzhou." Of course it is from Yangzhou, speaking of which, Brother Zheng was brought in by me, I hope Brother Zheng will restrain himself a bit."

"Brother Tang's praise!" Wen Zheng, one of the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River, stood up secretly, "What's the use of poetry out of Lingyun, or poetry out of Lingxiao? Brother Zheng has already violated the rules! After all, it's hard to have no rules Into a circle."

"Brother Wen is right. In fact, I still agree with Brother Zheng's poems. Ling Xiao's poems are comparable to Li Bai, but...Brother Zheng wrote three poems in a row, which has already violated the rules of the Poetry Association!" Xu Xu Zhenzhong added.

"I suggest that the poetry meeting stop here." Tang Bolong said: "After all, this colorful cloud is rare to come across in a thousand years, and it must leave a trace for us other literati in Yangzhou."

"Brother Tang is right." Zhu Zhidi quickly answered, "After all, this colorful cloud belongs to the world, and one cannot swallow it alone."

People around also began to nod their heads.

"Yes, yes! The Four Great Talents in the South of the Yangtze River are indeed geniuses. Their words are well-founded, and they also thought of everyone present."

"I think what they said is indeed reasonable. Zheng Fei, the devil's capital, has gone too far."

The few people who were still amazed by Ling Xiaoshi turned around and pointed their swords at Zheng Fei.

After all, every point absorbed by these seven-color clouds will lose one point. The two Lingyun poems have already absorbed more than half of the colorful clouds.
That colorful cloud belongs to Yangzhou people, not Zheng Fei, the capital city!
"Immoral!"

"Yeah, breaking the rules like this is not what a gentleman would do at all!"

"I just thought about it carefully. The song "Deng Xiaoxiang Pavilion" has a feeling of sensationalism. After all, this Xiaoxiang Pavilion is a brothel. How can I use the word "Deng" to describe it?

"When you say that, I think of the second poem just now. It doesn't fit the scene at all. The Yinyue Lake is 30 miles outside Yangzhou City. It can't be seen from here. It can be seen that Zheng Fei didn't use his brain at all. !"

"It's a pity, it's a pity that such a work can reach the capital of Lingyun. I should have shown my work at that time for everyone to see. Maybe my poems can also reach Lingyun."

If you say a word to me, everyone makes money.

But when all the words are put together, there is only one sentence.

This colorful cloud belongs to Yangzhou literati, you, Zheng Fei, swallow it all by yourself, it is inhuman and unrighteous!

Zheng Fei didn't expect this literati to beat around the bush so much.

In fact, he didn't do it for the colorful clouds at the time, but just copied a few poems on the blank paper on a whim. Who knew that this would attract the talents of this world into his body.

Naturally, there are many benefits of having talent in the body. Not only does the body become stronger, but the mind also becomes more agile. What's more, there seems to be something more in the body, but it cannot be described.

Although Zheng Fei didn't do it on purpose, but seeing so many people talking about him together, his complexion gradually turned cold.

"Brother Zheng." Wen Ji held hands.

"It's okay, there's no rush." ​​Zheng Fei said.

Everyone glared at Zheng Fei one after another, especially when they saw the alien follower beside Zheng Fei, a few of them became jealous.

"You still have the bastards with you, get out!"

"Get out, get out of the Yangzhou Poetry Association, you are not needed here at all!"

"I don't want to see you anymore, get out, get out!"

"What's so good about Ling Xiaoshi, it's just mediocre!"

Zheng Fei's complexion was getting worse and worse, and he was faintly on the verge of an explosion. If Wen Ji hadn't been pulling him, his fist would have smashed the face of the person opposite him.

"Brother Zheng, please, don't do anything, I still want to read that poem by Ling Xiao."

Zheng Fei was silent.

"Hahahaha!" A chuckle came from Zheng Fei's side, that was Qin Guan, who sneered at the crowd and said, "What a Yangzhou Poetry Club, it's just a few short-sighted guys working behind closed doors, the Yangzhou Poetry Club, but you you!"

"Brother Qin is right. What I saw was just a group of people praising each other. How could Brother Zheng be as frank!"

Qin Guan and Liu An at the same table helped Zheng Fei speak one after another. Zheng Fei was really grateful, so he cupped his fists and said, "Thank you both."

Qin Guan laughed: "Mr. Zheng, I am very curious about your Ling Xiao poems. I wonder if Mr. Zheng can give you a calligraphy later."

Zheng Fei was stunned. Who was Qin Guan? Such a famous poet actually asked modern people for calligraphy. This is an extremely honorable thing, and of course he must agree.

Seeing Zheng Fei nodding his head, Qin Guan smiled slightly, "Thank you, Brother Zheng."

"Presumptuous!" Zhu Zhidi was furious to the extreme, "Little Huangmao, do you still have our Master Zhang and our Yangzhou City in your eyes!"

Zhu Zhidi's fire quickly spread to Zhang Hongwei, and Zhang Hongwei had to stand up.

"Poems from Ling Xiao are indeed good poems, but Mr. Zheng may not be a good man."

Hearing what Zhang Hongwei said, the rest of the people became restless.

"Master Zhang, please end the poetry meeting!"

"Master Zhang, please lock up Qicai Caiyun!"

"Master Zhang, the auspicious clouds of our Yangzhou city must not tolerate being defiled by outsiders!"

After everyone said this, the four great talents teamed up again, "Please help me, my lord!"

Zhang Hongwei's face turned cold, and he grabbed the official seal, "Magic City Zheng Fei, you are unkind first, don't blame us for being unrighteous!"

"Listen to my orders, suppress that paper talent!"

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Hongwei's talent entered the official seal, and the official seal flew into the air, intercepting the piece of poetry paper halfway, and then pressed it heavily.

That official seal is the chosen son of the Great Zhou Kingdom——the seal bestowed by Emperor Wu himself. It weighs a thousand catties and can crush everything!
The official seal was pressed down, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, and the paper slowly fell down.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.As long as this colorful talent cloud is still there, the literati present will have ways to absorb it. If writing poems is not enough, then write lyrics, and if writing lyrics is not good, then it is right.

As long as this colorful cloud is not swallowed by others, they will always have that chance.

hum~~~
Zhang Hongwei's face was terrified, his official seal was shaking, it seemed that he couldn't hold back the power of the poem paper.

This official seal was granted by Emperor Wu himself, which is equivalent to the power of a country... Could it be that there are not only three poems on the paper, but... more Ling Xiao poems?
Zhang Hongwei couldn't believe it, and was terrified at the same time. If he hadn't been prepared, no one would have been able to make so many Ling Xiao poems within a stick of incense!

"Magic City Zheng Fei, what have you done!"

He yelled loudly, and the whole hall recalled the buzzing sound.

Zheng Fei stood proudly, with a natural expression, "I didn't do anything, I just wrote ten poems on it!"

In an instant, the golden light flourished.

The light overflowed from the intersection of the official seal and the poetry paper.

Click, click!
The official seal could no longer hold down the poem paper, and it actually shattered.

At the same time, the colorful clouds in the entire sky seemed to be attracted by this piece of poetry paper, and they all fell towards the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

The sky suddenly darkened, and a bright moon slowly rose, and the poem paper rose slowly among the colorful clouds, and flew into the starry sky in a blink of an eye.

The stars are shining, the moon is shining!

"The stars Gongyue is actually one level higher than Ling Xiao, what is written on it!"

"It's rare to see in ten thousand years, a piece of poetry can actually change the sky, I... I... Wow! I'm so shocked that I vomit blood!"

(End of this chapter)