The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 179 Whirlpool Secret Realm? (2)

Jiang Lang is exhausted?

Song Lanyi didn't get angry, and followed their example, and replied with a smile, "Everyone's talent is exhausted. It's just..."

Those laughing people raised their brows, thinking that Song Lanyi was defeated, "Just what?"

Song Lanyi smiled slightly, "It's just that I believe that even if one day the talents of the world are exhausted, with your achievements and talents... I'm afraid it will have already been turned into loess."

Those people stared, wanting to say something, but facing Song Lanyi's short stature at the moment, if he said something unpleasant, it would be a loss of family demeanor.

In the end, they just snorted coldly, stood on the bow of the boat with their sleeves thrown, and watched Song Lanyi make poems.

Under the eyes of the children of this family and even the people on both sides of the strait, Song Lanyi looked calm and composed.

She nodded, and a big golden book appeared in her hand.

Song Lanyi pondered for a while, then opened his mouth and was about to sing.

Just when she was about to read this poem, the big bronzing book suddenly rattled, and the page was turned to a page, revealing a resolute yet elegant man in official robes with a firm expression.

He looked into Song Lanyi's eyes, as if he wanted to see the world outside the pages of the book.

Song Lanyi secretly apologized.

Now that there is not enough talent, and she needs to calculate carefully, she can only use her semi-summoning method.

Fan Zhongyan was not angry, he even comforted Song Lanyi a few words, and then poked his head over the pages of the book, looking at this extremely new world to him.

So I listened to Song Lanyi slowly reciting:
"People come and go on the river, but love the beauty of bass."

the other side.

When those people heard the poem written by Song Lanyi, they asked suspiciously, "This poem sounds ordinary, doesn't it?"

It's just that the children of the aristocratic family, regardless of personality, are always superior in basic cultural aesthetics.

After hearing what the previous person said, Wang Peizhi suddenly frowned and retorted.

"That's not the case. The quality of poetry and prose should not be judged by whether it is beautiful or not."

"The words in this poem are refined and there are no traces of ax or chiseling. This poem is not finished yet, let's listen to the following."

Just as he was talking, Song Lanyi continued to speak slowly under the watchful eyes of everyone, "Look at the boat, which is haunting the storm."

There are people on the river, but they love the beauty of perch.

Jun sees a boat that haunts the storm.

When Song Lanyi finished reciting the main poem, Wang Peizhi suddenly applauded loudly.

"This poem uses a contrasting technique. There is a sharp contrast between the people on the river and the fishermen on a small boat in the middle of the river. It also reflects the hard work and danger of the fishermen."

"It's just..." He looked at Song Lanyi, faintly, with an ambiguous taste, "The language of this poem is back to the basics, the language is pure and natural, and the emotion is full of benevolence and righteousness that cares about the country and the people. You can write at your age..."

In fact, what Wang Peizhi said was right, it wasn't overly targeted.

No matter how talented a person is, there is one thing that talent cannot make up for.

That is - experience.

Wang Peizhi really didn't believe that at Song Lanyi's real age, he could write such poems?

He expected Song Lanyi's countless refutations in his mind, but he just didn't think of Song Lanyi's real answer.

She replied directly, "I didn't write it in the first place."

She straightened the book, revealing Fan Zhongyan's figure on it, and said with a smile, "Mr. Fan wrote it."

Wang Peizhi was stunned for a moment.

He even had the feeling that he had accumulated energy for a long time, but he punched the cotton with a punch.

He was stunned for a moment, and asked subconsciously, "Mr. Fan...who is it?"

Song Lanyi didn't answer him.

But even without Wang Peizhi's comments, it is clear at a glance whether the poem is good or bad.

With Song Lanyi as the center, talent gradually condensed into a vortex, and a small boat gushed out of the vortex, and then floated to the surface of the water.

The moment the boat appeared, those silver arowanas jumped like crazy, trying to jump onto the boat.

Not long after, the small boat was full of tall silver dragon fish.

Compared with Xu Ling's net bag before, it is only a lot more.

Seeing this scene, Xu Ling's smile collapsed.

He felt his face hurt a little.

Song Lanyi caught a few silver arowanas, and while others were not paying attention, quietly stuffed the silver arowanas into the bronzing book.

If she remembers correctly, Fan Zhongyan in history was self-restraining and living a frugal life.

Thinking of this, Song Lanyi couldn't help feeling a little distressed. He grabbed a few more silver dragon fish and stuffed them into the bronzing book.

And Fan Zhongyan, who was sitting in the pages of the book, looked at the silver arowana jumping around alive and well on the ground with a dazed expression.

What is this stuff?
At this moment, a faint voice sounded beside her, "I've known her for so long, and I haven't seen her bring me anything..."

These words... are so sour!
Fan Zhongyan looked at the person who came, and asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

Li Bai's eyes widened, and he also looked surprised, "You don't know me, I'm Li Bai!"

Fan Zhongyan: "?"

Did he hear it right?
He subconsciously asked, "Aren't you dead?"

Li Bai: "?"

He was anxious, "Didn't you also die, and you came here?"

"Yes." Fan Zhongyan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, and asked, "Grilled fish?"

Song Lanyi didn't know for the time being, but Li Bai and the others had already started grilling the fish feast in the bronzing book.

She looked at the group of unconvinced families in front of her with a smile on her face.

Then someone said, "Song Lanyi, borrowing other people's poems is simply cheating!"

Song Lanyi smiled, "That's my way, if you have the ability, you can follow the same way as me, I see who 'borrows' more poems!"

Hearing this, everyone was embarrassed.

They only relied on Song Lanyi not to get angry to say such things.

Otherwise, according to what they said, how many weird roads are there in the great work?

Take Pu Song as an example, he is also summoning the book spirit, and the book spirit belongs to external force, but because of the help of external force, does it mean that Pu Song is not a saint?

Obviously that doesn't make sense.

Some people rolled their eyes, seeing that they couldn't get any benefit from Song Lanyi, so they turned to look at Wang Peizhi and the others.

"Pei Zhi, you are also a child of an aristocratic family, are you willing to be compared by others like this?"

Wang Peizhi glanced at the man indifferently, his expression was calm and calm, as if he had his own hills and valleys in his chest.

After a while, he said unhurriedly, "What is the meaning of winning or losing this so-called competition? What is the benefit of winning? Even if there is, do I like it?"

This indiscriminate blow made everyone else dumbfounded for a moment.

It's as if you wanted to gear up and fight your opponent.

But in the end, the opponent tells you that we are not at the same latitude at all.

After finishing speaking, Wang Peizhi laughed lightly, and suddenly a huge vortex appeared in the center of the river.

The vortex is deep and far-reaching, as if leading to another world.

Wang Peizhi pulled Wang Huaizhou, jumped off the boat, and plunged into the vortex.

In the end, he turned his head and glanced at Song Lanyi.

In his eyes, there was a fighting spirit.

(End of this chapter)