At the Beginning, I Scolded the Fairy Gate, I Really Want to Die

Chapter 25 : The paper weighs a thousand catties, and the word becomes a town!

“Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking very sad in spring, and the sky grows sadly.”

Cai Xianggao watched and read unconsciously.

The moment he was reading, he saw the orange talent, and suddenly jumped on the paper, erupting up.

The talent is gushing, and the atmosphere is faintly formed.

“This is……”

Cai Xianggao’s pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle, and he let out an incredibly sharp cry.

“One sentence reaches the house!”

One sentence!

With just one sentence, it turned out to be “Dafu”.

In other words, his sentence surpasses half of the poem written by Cai Xianggao just now.

But strictly speaking, lyricism is not counted like this.

Regardless of poems or words, they all pay attention to one feeling.

Some words make the beginnings ordinary, but they are carefully prepared, and the last sentence is the finishing touch, which directly turns the decay into a miracle.

There are also poems that go high and low, and the front is full of energy, and the back is disappointing, turning into a mediocre work.

But Ye Ning is different.

His start is simply Wang Bang!

Just write a sentence, and you will reach the house.

Can such a poem fail?

Will it fail?

If this word can be written completely, what level will it reach in the end?

Cai Xianggao has forgotten that he is competing with Ye Ning.

His instinct as a scholar was awakened.

I just want to see the emergence of a great work at this moment.

Everyone held their breath and waited quietly for Ye Ning to write down.

Like Cai Xianggao, they have a feeling that they are about to witness history.

I saw Ye Ning holding the pen and gently writing the next sentence.

“In the afterglow of the grassy smoky light, who is speechless will rely on it.”

As soon as he finished writing, his anger reappeared again.

Every written text exudes brilliant golden light.

The majestic literary qi in Ye Ning’s body then spewed, stimulating the fragrance of pen and ink, as it was hundreds of times before.

Even the people outside the Chunfeng Tower could smell this ink scent.

“The wonderful pen gives birth to flowers, and the fragrance of ink spreads for ten miles…”

The old scholastic beard was trembling, and his eye sockets were moist.

What kind of word is this?

It turned out to be a vision.

At the moment when the vision appeared, his anger was gushing twice, and everyone was in a trance, and suddenly there was a sense of depression and loneliness.

The emotions conveyed in this poem directly infected them.

“Mingzhou, this poem written by Master Ye has reached the level of Mingzhou!”

Someone is crying.

He burst into tears with excitement, what kind of person he is, Sansheng is fortunate to be able to see this great scene happen!

This gave him a feeling that even if he died at this moment, his life would be worthwhile.

“Don’t make a noise!”

Liu Sanyuan gave a low voice, and then said with a trembling.

“Brother Ye, please continue.”

He was afraid that outsiders would disturb Ye Ning.

Ye Ning was not affected in any way, and he continued to write.

“I plan to drunk madness and sing to wine, but strong music is still tasteless.”

When this sentence fell, the scholars were stunned, still savoring the taste.

But in the Chunfeng Tower, there was already a low sob.

But it was the eight great oirans who couldn’t help crying.

This song “Butterfly Lianhua” was written by Liu Yong, and Liu Yong was the poet who knew women’s emotions best in that era.

His poetry has touched countless Fengyue women.

Therefore, you can stay drunk in the brothel without giving money.

It can be said that his poems are at the level of nuclear weapons.

Especially the women in the brothel, who think of own Life, seem to be smiling every day, but how sincere are they?

Shouldn’t the phrase “strong music is still tasteless”?

The talent gushes three times, and the orange light gathers in the sky and turns into a rainbow.

The meaning of the word conveys a touch of sorrow, which is magnified in the hearts of everyone.

The woman had tears in her eyes.

And those men with stories felt the same way and sighed.

Only the last sentence is left.

The readers who barely kept sober, pressed the sorrow of their hearts, and waited for the last sentence.

This sentence is the most critical sentence.

If you can finish without losing the standard, you may become a “Zhen Guo” work!

Under the eyes of everyone, Ye Ning slowly finished writing.

Liu Sanyuan on the side stared roundly, and started to read unconsciously.

“The belts are getting wider and I finally don’t regret it, and it makes people haggard for Iraq…”

One sentence fell.

In the entire Chunfeng Tower, there was no sound of tears.

This sentence is almost all the sadness of the woman in the brothel.

They look beautiful and are sought after by men.

But no matter how popular it is, isn’t it still a plaything?

Indulging in sensuality every day, seemingly happy, but at night, it is endless suffering.

Men have fun and often make promises.

If you believe it, most of what you get is sadness.

But if you don’t believe it, people must have hope, right?

Who doesn’t hope that one day, there will be a confidant man who can give her a future, but what will she get in the end?

It can only be “to make people haggard for Iraq”.

The meaning of a word must be tasted separately.

Everyone has different perspectives, and their tastes are also different.

But for these brothel women, the favor of Ye Ning is as fast as a rocket Ascension.

“Master Ye…No, Ye Lang is the man who knows our women best in this world!”

Whether it’s the Eight Great Oiran, or the other girls in the Chunfeng Building, those big eyes that became watery because of the emotions of the scene locked on Ye Ning.

Among them are thousands of emotions and ten thousand tenderness.

If Ye Ning is willing, they are willing to nominate themselves.

After the readers were moved for a short time, their attention was attracted by the spurt of talent.

That rainbow of talents has become a golden rainbow.

Suddenly it flew out of the Chunfeng Tower, just above the capital, and turned into a thousand colors.

The piece of paper on which Ye Ning’s words were written suddenly burst into bright golden light.

Liu Sanyuan stretched out his hand for it, only thinking that this piece of paper weighed more than a thousand catties!

“Paper weighs a lot… This is, the word becomes a town!”

The whole hall was in an uproar.

Ye Ning actually wrote the town’s poems!

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Sincerely ask, is there anyone reading a book? If you have, can you just say something in the book review area? No one has spoken for a long time, so panicked. .

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