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Chapter 152 Please Be More Serious

The front courtyard of Wenchang Academy and the courtyard of Wenchang Corridor.

The literary meeting officially started at Xu Shi (from 7 to 9 p.m.).

Basically, everyone has a futon and a small table, with wine, meat and spiritual fruits placed on the small table.

Many martial arts cultivators had already put the tables together and started eating and drinking lively.

Naturally, it was Mr. Cen and Mr. Danqiu who presided over the cultural meeting.

"The content of the cultural meeting is still the same as before. The first session is about poetry, the second session is about aphorisms, and the third session is about free expression."

"Because something happened in Wenchang Mansion this time, more than a hundred Fellow Daoists were killed, so the poem title of the first scene of this literary meeting is to commemorate them."

"Everyone can write poems freely. If you don't have pen, ink, paper and inkstone, you can go to the corridor and use the ones we prepared."

Chen Feng's side also has several small tables put together, and their table has the richest items.

Because Chen Feng exchanged a bunch of food from the system mall, the martial arts cultivators at the tables next door were all greedy.

Naturally, Wang Hao and Bai Huiniang didn't know how to write poems, and the second prince had never written a poem about this theme, so they all looked at Chen Feng.

But Chen Feng was gnawing on a pork elbow with spicy sauce. After gnawing, he put it aside, picked up the crayfish and started eating it again, and then filled it with half a bottle of ice-cold Coke.

"Phew! My heart feels cold, my heart is soaring, it's so exciting!!"

"You guys should try it too. Eat the spicy one first to build up your energy, and then take a sip of ice-cold carbonic acid. The taste is amazing~"

"..."

Everyone was speechless.

For your style, the martial arts cultivator next door looks pretty formal.

Zhou Zewen coughed in confusion, "Tian Xing, let's write poems first, everyone is waiting..."

"Oh, let me wipe my mouth first."

Chen Feng took off his disposable gloves, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

Because the table in front of him was already full of food, he took out a small portable table and put it aside. Then he laid it on spiritual paper and took out a large peach blossom and turned it into a spiritual pen.

He pondered for a long time and was about to start writing when he turned to look at Zhou Zewen.

"By the way, what are you writing about?"

Snapped! ! !

The people sitting around on futons and stretching their necks to wait for him to write fell down in a circle.

Wang Hao raises his hand to his forehead every day.

[I can only say that I am truly worthy of you. ]

[This idiot made me spray my girlfriend in the face again. ]

[You'd better spray with your mouth upstairs. ]

[Damn it, I choked on my nose with rice. It feels so uncomfortable. ]

[The characteristic of this live broadcast room is that the barrage is also very exciting, hahahaha. ]

Mr. Cen was also speechless. Why did he suddenly not want to erect this statue?

Mr. Danqiu was already laughing loudly, "Tian Xing is indeed a wonderful man, but this time the title is about memorial, so please be more serious."

"..."

Everyone looked at Mr. Danqiu who couldn't stop laughing, and wanted to say that you are the least qualified to make others serious.

Chen Feng also felt a little unfair. How could I not be serious?

I obviously asked so seriously.

However, the theme of memorial is not easy to handle. After all, most of this theme is in memory of deceased wives, close friends and parents.

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows at the live broadcast room, and the old fans immediately understood.

The format of the barrage instantly changed into poems floating by that fit the theme.

Chen Feng chose the most popular and suitable song and wrote it down.

"Where will the boundless rain go? Look around and see the dancing mountain flowers.

The solitary tomb is already covered with green grass, filled with cigarette smoke, and half an acre of river of tears.

How to explain the pain of sorrow and ask if you are lonely under the spring?

There may be a light breeze to play with chess records, and there may be a cup of red clay to cook with wine.

A stack of dark paper, a handful of new soil, now I express my heartfelt feelings. "

As he was writing, Zhou Zewen next to him began to read.

The others immediately fell silent and listened carefully.

The literary cultivators savored it carefully. Most of the martial arts and sword cultivators here are also educated, so they understand it.

Because it was a memorial poem, no one applauded it because everything was left unspoken.

Soon Literary Aura fell three feet from the sky, which already proved the excellence of this poem.

They might have been shocked and exclaimed before, but now they can only talk about small scenes.

Master Cen stroked his beard and nodded, saying, "As expected of Tianxing, he performs so steadily no matter what the subject matter is."

"Yeah, it's not a problem for him at all."

Mr. Danqiu also nodded.

But at this moment, Scholar Zhao from Wanjuan Academy in the corner suddenly spoke loudly: "Didn't this Chen Feng Fellow Daoist say that he is ten times more talented? Why don't you write two more songs today to open our eyes?"

Master Liu was a little helpless. In fact, he no longer wanted to provoke Chen Feng.

After all, his performance was getting more and more terrifying. One of the Analects of Confucius caused a divergence in literary circles, and the name of a minor literary sage began to spread among literary cultivators.

However, Academician Zhao was still dissatisfied with Chen Feng. In addition, as soon as his students came out of Wenchang Mansion, they said that they were bullied miserably by Chen Feng inside, causing them to perform abnormally and gain nothing, which made him even more unhappy. Extremely angry.

So he had been holding back his resentment since before the banquet started, determined to embarrass Chen Feng once.

Chen Feng turned to look at Scholar Zhao and chuckled: "Why, I'm only ten Dou high. That's outdated. I'm only one Hundred and Eight Thousand Dou high now. If you don't accept it, go to Wen Dao and cry."

"Pfft!"

Mr. Danqiu, who had a relatively low point of laughter, laughed again.

Others around him couldn't help but laugh too.

Someone even joked: "Hahaha, I admit that he has a hundred and eighty thousand fights."

"I admit it too, hahaha."

[It has to be me, Brother Feng, who can criticize people in both civil and military terms. ]

[If you are not convinced, go to Wen Dao and cry. For a literary cultivator, it is really heartbreaking. ]

[Hahaha, because Wen Dao doesn’t care about him at all. ]

[Simple oral pleasure will certainly bring people the ultimate enjoyment, but ridicule that touches people's hearts may not fail to make people feel happy. ]

[Want to take the postgraduate entrance examination upstairs? ]

Although Master Cen also smiled, he looked at Scholar Zhao coldly.

"..."

Scholar Zhao's face was extremely embarrassed at this time.

He wanted to say something more, but Master Liu stopped him.

Because Master Cen had already given him a warning through a secret message. If he caused trouble again, they would not be able to leave Bailuzhou.

One after another, some people wrote some poems, but basically they didn't get much Literary Aura.

The most powerful among them is the middle-aged man who leads the Literary Sacred Land team. He wrote a mourning poem and won one foot of Literary Aura.

It made many people exclaim.

Chen Feng was a little puzzled. He was three feet tall but no one exclaimed. Are these people using cold violence against him?

The first scene ended soon because the subject of memorial service was really too difficult.

"Then we enter the second session. Each person writes a proverb, which can be related to reading, study or cultivation."

This time many people started writing. After all, even martial arts practitioners will gain some insights from studying and practicing.

It’s just a sentence. If you can get Literary Aura by writing it down, it will be enough to go out and brag about it.

Chen Feng suddenly thought of something, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and wrote ten words.