Douluo: Why do you need to fight one-on-one when you can fight in groups?

Chapter 156 Yongzhu, Yongzhu, the one who is still fucking Yongzhu.

At the end of the song, the mediocre man stood up and bowed, and the eyes of the woman holding the piano were also full of brilliance, but it soon dimmed, and she was a little disappointed.

"Qiu Shui, how do you feel about this son?" The old mother asked with a smile, but her eyes were cold.

The woman holding the piano trembled, lowered her head, seemed to be shy, and said in a very light and trembling voice: "My family, my family likes it very much. Wish, wish to spend a good night with this young master."

The young master next to the mediocre man from before smiled triumphantly, stood up, and walked down the path to the second floor.

And the mediocre man and the woman holding the piano also walked up to the second floor, under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Next, each woman came forward.Every talent is on display.

Until the last one, the girl with empty hands and a flat face, the most beautiful girl among all the girls stepped forward.

The atmosphere at the scene became warmer again.

This is the number one card of Qinglian Tower, and has been famous for a long time.

The old mother said: "I believe that everyone here is already familiar with our Qinglian, and the old rules will continue. Crack!"

The old mother clapped her hands.

The servants and maidservants brought nine tables, and on each table were a pair of snow-white scrolls of extraordinary texture and the Four Treasures of the Study.

Then the servants withdrew.

The old mother continued: "Young masters, the test of everyone Qinglian is poetry. Next, we Qinglian masters from Qinglian Tower will come up with a question. If anyone can make a poem, please come forward and write it in this scroll." Above, there are only nine places in total, you young masters must work hard."

Then he looked at Qinglian: "Everyone, Qinglian, let's write a question."

"Okay." Everyone in Qinglian nodded lightly, parted their red lips lightly, and said a few words casually: "Just Yongzhu."

"The problem has been solved, it's bamboo. Then it's up to you young masters." The old mother smiled.

Bamboo!

Mu Zige's smile was a bit weird, but this question came up frequently.

While everyone was thinking hard about how to write poems that won the hearts of beauties, Mu Zige was leisurely and content, drinking some wine and eating small dishes, as if he didn't care at all.

Afterwards, a man rushed onto the stage and wrote his own poem on the scroll, but it was just a doggerel, the kind that urchins on the road can write.

Unsurprisingly, he failed.

But this man didn't care, he just came to occupy a spot.

Because he really doesn't have confidence in his own talent, if he compares his strength, he might show off his skills.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the quotas decreased one by one, and the sweat on everyone's foreheads became more and more impatient.

But the more irritable he is, the less thoughts he has in his head, and his thoughts are messed up.

"I come."

A handsome young man wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled, stood up from his seat, and walked forward.

The old mother laughed and said, "Then Mr. Zhao will write the eighth poem."

Mr. Zhao bowed and bowed, picked up a pen to write poems, read a word for every word inscribed, and finished reading when the poem was finished.

The presence recalled the warm atmosphere.

"This poem is very good. It is much better than the previous ones. It describes the characteristics of bamboo very well. It is worthy of being the little poem king of Tiandou." This is a bit learned.

"This poem is good, it's really good, it's really good." This is uneducated.

"Young Master is amazing, Young Master is super powerful, super super powerful." This is flattery.

But Mu Zige also applauded. This poem... the most brilliant thing is the gorgeous rhetoric.

He can't do it, and he won't.

However, due to the reverence of soul masters on the mainland, poetry cannot develop at all, and it is not as good as the ancient dynasties in the previous life.

Muzige can also stand on the shoulders of giants and be cool for a while.

Hearing the praise in his ears, Mr. Zhao looked complacent, and looked at the woman, but he didn't see anything in her eyes, and his face was still expressionless.

Suddenly, my heart sank and I knew that I had no hope.

Sure enough, the woman said softly: "Compared with the previous ones, this poem is good, but it is not a good poem. Sorry."

The meaning is obvious.

The old mother smiled without any surprise, and politely stretched out her hand: "My lord, please."

Mr. Zhao's face was livid, he looked at the woman, and immediately took the case, the spirits were released, and the three spirit rings were still quite conspicuous: "You know shitty poems, why don't such majestic poems catch your eye, is it just for fame."

For his own poem, Mr. Zhao is very confident. Even he, who is known as the king of little poems, has only one or two poems of the same level as this one.

After this "Ode to Bamboo", maybe it will become one of his famous works.

In the end, he was not caught in the eye, how could Mr. Zhao not be angry, especially the beautiful woman in front of him, although she claimed to be very good at poetry, but no poetry has ever been circulated.

The woman was not humble and said nothing, just said: "Please!"

Mr. Zhao's expression changed, and finally he thought of the background of Qinglian Tower, and turned around reluctantly, only to see an ordinary-looking young man with simple clothes coming up.

It was Mu Zige.

Mu Zige said: "I'm going to Zhangshan, and I'm going to show my ugliness in the ninth poem."

The old mother smiled: "Please, son."

But Mr. Zhao, who had just been angered, saw Mu Zige and sized him up carefully, but he said abusive words: "Guys from over there, hurry down. Even my majestic little Poetry King of Tiandou failed to enter Miss Qinglian." In my eyes, how can you compare to me."

Mu Zige smiled, ignored Mr. Zhao, and wrote a poem on the last scroll.

When Muzige finished writing, the woman looked at it, her face was shocked, her eyes sparkled, and she looked at the poem on the scroll without blinking.

"Stay firm on the green hills and not let go, the roots are originally in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, let the east, west, north, south wind wind."

It is the poem "Bamboo and Stone" written by Zheng Xie, a poet of the Qing Dynasty.

Mr. Zhao just took a look, then his face turned livid, he was silent and didn't say a word, he turned around and left.

But Mu Zige walked up to the scroll he wrote, Mr. Zhao couldn't help but stop, and the woman Qinglian also looked back at "Bamboo Stone" and looked at Mu Zige, the splendor in her eyes was visible.

Mu Zige took up the pen again.

Mr. Zhao's poem occupies more than half of the center of the scroll on the eighth table, while Mu Zige occupies a smaller position on the side. Another poem is mentioned, which is still Chanting Bamboo, which is written by Su Shi.

"It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo. Without meat, people are thin, and without bamboo, they are vulgar. A thin person can be fat, but a scholar cannot be cured. Others laugh at this remark, and it seems tall and stupid. If you still think about it Chewing, there are Yangzhou cranes in the world."

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there are so many poems by Mr. Zhao Qiang in this poem, just like the gap between a titled Douluo in the realm of a soul master and a soul master.

Ming Zhang Shan, but actually Su Shi's poems are naturally the "Title Douluo", and Zhao Gongzi's poems are the "soul warriors".

But this Zhang Shan's poem only occupies a relatively small part of the volume, while Mr. Zhao's big poem about bamboo occupies the majority, which can be described as a slap in the face.

The most important thing is that the meaning of this poem is irony. It is ironic that there are people present, but it is Zhao Gongzi who hurts the most in the face.

Everyone looked at it, and sure enough, they saw Mr. Zhao's face was even more ugly.

Mu Zige smiled, looking at the scrolls on the other tables, he still felt a little regretful.

After so many years, even though he himself liked bamboo poems very much in his previous life, there are very few poems about bamboo that he can remember, otherwise he would have to write one in every scroll.

The woman's expression finally stopped being indifferent, and she looked at Mu Zige excitedly: "My lord, can you give me these two calligraphy treasures as a gift?"

The old mother's expression changed.

This woman is not an ordinary courtesan, if she really wants to bring Mu Zige into the room, I'm afraid she will be angry.

"Yes. It's just two poems." Mu Zige smiled and nodded.

The woman nodded excitedly, and carefully put away the two sets of scrolls, but when she put away the second scroll, looking at the poem written by Mr. Zhao, she just thought it was a pile of dog shit in the pile of flowers, which was very disgusting.

I decided in my heart, and then cut out the part of this poem.

Afterwards, under the astonished gaze of the old mother, the woman invited Mu Zige to the private room on the third floor, free of charge, and said that it would be a gift in return for the two calligraphy treasures.

The old mother watched helplessly as Mu Zige followed the girl upstairs, feeling very flustered, but she couldn't refute it, so she could only act in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)