The Strongest Big Brother

Hearing the second poem that Shen Ao then recited, Shi Feixuan immediately looked at Shen Ao as if she was looking at a strange person.It would be fine if it was just one poem, but Shi Feixuan couldn't help feeling admiration and admiration for writing two such incisive poems in such a short period of time.

"The second song..."

"Yun wants to look like clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to reveal Hualong. If it hadn't been seen on the top of Qunyu Mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon..."

"Last year and today in this door, the peach blossoms on the face of the human face complement each other. I don't know where the human face is, but the peach blossom is still smiling at the spring breeze..."

"Yangliuqing and Qingjiang River are level, and I can hear the sound of singing on the Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, and the road is sunny and sunny..."

"Last night, the stars and the wind last night, the west bank of the painting building and the east of the gui hall. The body has no colorful phoenix and two wings, but the heart has a clear understanding..."

Seeing Shen Ao reciting one poem after another, Shi Feixuan finally realized what is meant by the most endowed talent in history.If one or two lines of the poems recited by Shen Ao at this moment are familiar to Shi Feixuan, then Shi Feixuan can still suspect whether the other party has borrowed or copied other people's poems.

However, Shen Ao wrote eighty-nine poems in a row, without exception, with Shi Feixuan's knowledge and experience, she has never heard of them.What is even more unbelievable is that there are many masterpieces, boutiques, and masterpieces among these eighty-nine poems, and even each capital is the kind of classic poem that can be sung for hundreds or thousands of years.

When Shen Ao finished reciting the eighty-ninth poem, Shi Feixuan no longer doubted whether Shen Ao could make up one hundred poems.She just hoped that even if she saw that one of Shen Ao's poems was substandard.

At least in this way, it can give her a little bit of comfort in her heart, so that she won't be too shocked.Although the blow she has suffered now is already quite large.

"Brother Shen, this is the eighty-ninth poem." Shi Feixuan watched Shen Ao finish reciting a poem with complicated eyes, and wrote it down on the paper.

Looking at the pile of papers piled up on the table, Shi Feixuan even had the illusion that she was dreaming.

Can a person's knowledge and talent really be so profound?

Shen Ao stood not far in front of Shi Feixuan, and the sun was shining at the moment.The two of them have not stepped out of the houseboat for half a day.

Before Shi Feixuan calmed down the shock in her heart, Shen Ao recited a poem again: "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eighty, ninety pieces, thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces..."

Listening to the first three sentences recited by Shen Ao, Shi Feixuan's expression changed slightly.With her appreciation ability, she can naturally hear that this is a doggerel.It's just that she was very strange, Shen Ao had composed so many quatrains through the ages before, why did he come up with such poems now instead?Could it be that his inspiration has been exhausted so far?

After thinking about it, Shi Feixuan felt it was funny again.After writing eighty-nine excellent lines and excellent poems in a row, even if the inspiration is exhausted, it can still be regarded as the number one gifted scholar in the world.It should be me who should be melancholy now.

Could it be that she really wants to introduce her 'sister' to him in the future?

At this moment, Shen Ao uttered the last line of the ninetieth poem: "Flying into the plum blossom will never disappear."

With the embellishment of the last line of the poem, the artistic conception of the whole poem suddenly changed.

This poem "Swimming in the Snow" by Zheng Banqiao is almost all piled up with numbers, from one to ten to thousands to thousands to countless, but there is no suspicion of cumbersomeness at all. Reading it makes people feel like they are in the vast world and heavy snow. , But seeing a plum blossom standing proudly in the snow, fighting the cold and blowing out its beauty, the snowflakes merged into the plum blossoms, and people also merged into the snowflakes and plum blossoms.

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eighty, ninety pieces, thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into plum blossoms and never disappearing..." Shi Feixuan recited the whole poem to herself, her face It is full of sincere and sincere colors.At the same time, there is more of a sense of frustration.

Fairy Shi, who used to be able to keep her state of mind calm, could no longer calm down at this moment.

"Brother Shen, there are still the last ten poems left, why don't you just say them together."

"Does it count as the doggerel just now?" Shen Ao didn't notice Shi Feixuan's appearance of being greatly shocked, and asked with a smile instead.

Concubine Shixuan took a deep breath, and said in a calm tone as much as possible, "If brother Shen's poem just now is just a doggerel, then I am afraid that there will be no similar doggerel in the world."

"Who said that? I have another one right now."

Chapter 1353 If It Was You, If It Was Me

As soon as Shen Ao said these words, Concubine Shi immediately swallowed the words that came to her mouth.

Shi Feixuan didn't feel that what Shen Ao said at the moment was teasing herself.Mr. Shen and Mr. Shen have repeatedly broken their common sense and exceeded their imagination.Then even if he shocked the world again, Shi Feixuan would only take it for granted.

After a pause, Concubine Shixuan said, "That's it, Brother Shen, let's say the poems. From Qin Chuan's point of view, Brother Shen wrote hundreds of poems on the Yangtze River today, and they will be famous in the world in the future. After the title of Sword Immortal, it would be a good talk to have an additional title of Poet Immortal."

"Don't, don't, brother Qin, don't spread these poems."

"Oh? Why is that?" Shi Feixuan looked at Shen Ao in confusion.

Shen Ao shrugged his shoulders and said, "Didn't I say that? Poems and songs are supposed to cultivate one's sentiments and entertain one's self. The next hundred poems are all for giving to brother Qin and sister-in-law, isn't it? Brother Qin didn't realize that most of my hundred poems are love poems? As for the false name of Poetry Immortal, what's the use of it?"

It is a strategic need to falsely use ancient poems to pick up girls.But if someone else's poems are used to gain a false name, it is not what Shen Ao wants.

On the other hand, Shi Feixuan, upon hearing Shen Ao's words, she was overwhelmed by Shen Ao's indifferent sentiment.The second is to explain to Shen Ao that most of the poems are love poems, which made her feel very upset.

Although Brother Shen said that the hundred poems were written for his younger sister, isn't the younger sister exactly him?

From now on, should I keep these poems or not?

Concubine Shixuan was caught in a deep conflict, and her heart was beating uncontrollably.

Confused, she had to change the subject hastily, and said to Shen Ao, "Brother Shen just said, you also thought of a similar doggerel, why don't you tell Qin Chuan now?"

Shen Ao knew that Concubine Shixuan was upset, and this was exactly what he wanted to see.

The fairy of Cihang Jingzhai, if she doesn't fall into the mortal world once and leave a deep impression on her, she will gradually forget this throbbing heart if she doesn't keep it in the future.

In the original book, isn't Xu Ziling missing the beauty in his arms because of the way he and Shi Feixuan interacted like water?

With a three-pointed smile, Shen Ao said slowly, "One, two, three bamboo poles, four, five, or six bamboo leaves, naturally light and sparse, why bother to overlap."

"Sure enough, brother Shen didn't lie to me, so you really..." Shi Feixuan looked at Shen Ao with complicated eyes and a very emotional expression.

The reason why a fairy is a fairy lies in her noble status and her beautiful appearance, but when a fairy faces an outstanding man, she will also be unavoidably moved.

Coincidentally, what Shen Ao is showing in front of Shi Feixuan now is a kind of extreme talent. (Familiar with three hundred Tang poems, you don’t have to worry about picking up girls in ancient times)

Under the complicated and inexplicable intertwining of Shi Feixuan's emotions, Shen Ao continued to recite the remaining nine poems one by one.

"Bodhi doesn't have a tree, and a bright mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where is the dust?" After finishing the ninety-nine verses, Shen Ao turned his head to look back at Shi Feixuan with a bit of gentleness in his eyes.

Shi Feixuan's eyes dodged a little, because Shen Ao's gaze made her subconsciously feel scared.It was like the little white rabbit being targeted by the big bad wolf.