Plagiarist Superstar in Another World

Zhu San groaned in dismay and unbelievable eyes.

Autumn forest and smoke

Crying by the river.

Until today, next year,

The return of the king in full bloom.

“Second,” someone upstairs said after Zhu San chanted the verse, and after a slight groan, he subconsciously opened his mouth, suddenly he didn’t feel right, and quickly closed his mouth.

Some people looked at someone who had just praised a Demon Race, and “cut”, but when they looked towards the pig demon, they still felt a little unbelievable.

This low-level Demon Race is estimated to be inconspicuous over the demon domain, and besides being able to say the words of their Human Race, he can really write poetry.

It was not possible to carry it on the back. This is the note and title that Mr. Zhu Wen personally grasped. Others may cheat, but Mr. Wen, who is the Grandmaster level in the literary world, will not.

At this moment they really had the idea that they were not as good as a pig.

It’s interesting, it’s really interesting. It seems that the Bo Moss at the Molou House has been well prepared this time.

I want this pig demon, go back and make good adjustments, and everyone will get together in the future. It is really a good entertainment.

For a moment, the entire Domo Tower was quiet and abnormal. Some thoughtful people looked again towards Zhu San, full of excitement.

Song Ren upstairs is also secretly nodded. He knows the situation of Zhu San. In addition to writing poems, he has learned a lot about Human Race through some books.

The real profound family even shocked him.

These are trivial to him.

Fatty Ke and Xia Zhilan, originally did not matter, but the poems made by this pig are really good.

It’s incredible.

After a short immersion, everyone understands that the point of Molou is true.

Zhu Wen sighed, watching everyone’s reaction and Zhu San’s performance.

Such a good mind, reborn into the Human Race, he can even be accepted as a student, and he will have to do something in the future.

It seems that as a Demon Race, I also like my Human Race, but it ’s a pity …

“Well, that’s it, our literary society officially started. The poems in” Confucianism and Taoism “, to be honest, the old man was really admired. I met and talked with the author last time. , It’s a little bit lucky. “Zhu Wen said with a smile.

Then he went deep into the box, picked a topic again, and showed it to everyone.

“Wine”, haha, such a topic must be difficult for everyone, after all, many of you still have wine in your hands, who comes first? Zhu Wen laughed heartily, how many people’s verses are made because of the use of wine from.

Sure enough, many people immediately discovered the problem when they saw it.

“I’m here first, I’m here first!” An upstairs man in red-clothed took the lead in speaking. Zhu Wen was nodded. In the eyes of everyone looking forward to it, he only spoke after thinking for a few seconds.

It’s hard to stay in the blue light,

The turbid wine does not relieve sorrow.

When the wind is gone,

It is difficult for you to stay.

With the completion of the man’s four sentences, everyone was suddenly nodded. After all, this was a temporary intention, and it was not carefully crafted.

What is spelled out today is a kind of speed and verse.

The Zhu Wen below is also nodded, but it has some meaning.

The next person joked: “Okay, then I will take over with the help of Brother Li’s poems. Don’t make jokes.

It ’s hard to stay

The cows get up in the wind.

2 pounds of beef,

Another pot of wine.

With the end of this nonsense poem, everyone has had a big laughter, Zhu Wen shook his head with a bitter smile, but it also made the atmosphere in the whole scene a lot more active, no longer restricted, everyone wrote.

The following Zhu Wen is nodded from time to time, occasionally on demand.

Seeing the end of the title on “Wine”, Song Ren came over and whispered into Fatty Ke’s ear.

“Let me?” Fatty Ke pointed at himself, and then waved again and again: “Bigbro Song, you come, I can’t, many people here know me, what they look like is better than anyone, what you just said A few poems are a bit long, and I can’t remember them, it’s plain ugly. “

Song Ren looked at Fatty Ke who couldn’t push him in front of him for a while.

I’m here to give you a chance to perform, you this, this …

Deserved to be single.

Xia Zhilan on the side was eyes shined. When I heard Song Ren, I thought about the poems and saw Fatty Ke timid’s appearance. I went straight forward: “Bigbro Song, I’ll be in my early days.”

Seeing Xia Zhilan’s self-assertion, Song Ren gave Fatty Ke a wink, and gave up the product completely.

Then he whispered in Xia Zhilan’s ear.

Xia Zhilan’s cheeks turned red immediately after the hot air in her ears, but she was surprised when she heard Song Ren’s poems.

Gao Cai, didn’t expect Bigbro Song to be so proficient in poetry that she couldn’t help hearing her praise.

Originally thinking, Bigbro Song’s appreciation of poems in the plum book room of 9 King City was purely fun, didn’t expect is really in stock.

Xia Zhilan directly said: “Bigbro Song, you write Novel, there must be a lot of work, I let Zhuang Ji Uncle teach you.”

Zhuang Ji is the author of Sage’s Composition.

Song Ren quickly waved his hand: “No, I only like music, everything else is boring. They are all nonsense.”

Xia Zhilan saw Song Ren waving his hand quickly, but he made up his mind to make sure that Imperial Father agreed to Bigbro Song to learn to be Novel.

In this way, he can learn the rhythm knowledge with him for a long time, and that many amazing musical instruments can be touched.

Zhu Wen below was already sitting behind a desk full of various fruits, some of which were good poems. He took notes and graded them later.

Seeing that everyone was quieting down, it seemed that no other poems were made, and he touched his beard and said, “Okay, I have 4 verses here you did good. I will give a score first, and if everyone has no opinions, I will announce … “

“Wait–” a voice of a little partial woman sounded, Zhu Wen looked up towards the speaker.

Who is Zhu Wen? I saw this Her Highness the Princess last time in Imperial Palace and Holy City. Although she is dressed up now, as an Epoch writer, I can recognize it at a glance.

Little Princess is here too, isn’t she did good in music, when did you learn to make poetry?

As an old fogey, he did n’t reveal Princess ’s identity, but said, “This son, there may be new verses, let ’s say it together.”

Xia Zhilan was also a little excited to see many people coming over.

“Okay, listen well. This is what the Young Master just felt.” Xia Zhilan pretended to look, and some people frowned at her. Why are they so familiar?

“There are 1000 cups of wine per confidant, when words get sour, adding words is useless.

Knowing a bottle of wine on the lake, I can remember ten thousand li people. “

The words fell, and the scene was quiet again for a moment.

What a moody poem.

It ’s wonderful, really.

Zhu Wen wrote the poem on the paper quickly, then his eyes glowed, tsk tsk was amazed.