I’m the MC, Why Do I Suck at Cultivation

Wang Fugui has a wealthy family, but he likes to be a vassal and elegant, especially likes to make friends, and also makes some poems, so he often likes to hold a few general poems to display, and occasionally can make a few good poems.

Now that I know that Lu Changsheng also loves poetry, he naturally cannot help taking the initiative and wants to show it.

"Brother Wang's proposal is very good!"

"Yes, yes, this proposal is good."

The crowd nodded one after another.

And Lu Changsheng just glanced at Liu Qingfeng.

Actually, Lu Changsheng didn't hate such things as poetry and music, just worrying about what would happen if he sang a poem by himself.

Fortunately, there is a heaven and earth Xuanhuang Tower, as long as it is not an excessive vision, it can still suppress some.

"In this way, it's a temporary rush, a bit of a rush. Let's listen to Brother Wang's poems first, and then listen to Brother Lu's masterpiece,"

Zhou Haijie opened his mouth and thought it was a little difficult to let Lu Changsheng write poetry temporarily.

Lu Changsheng nodded.

Wang Fugui immediately coughed immediately, and then said.

"Since that's the case, then I will ugly.

After saying this, Wang Fugui got up and slowly spoke.

"Hongzhou Jinling Tour!"

"Ship with fish!"

"Like you, me and him!"

"Meeting is fate!"

Wang Fugui read it very affectionately.

Especially the last sentence is full of emotions.

"it is good!"

"Good! Good! Good! This poem is so good!"

"Brother Wang is really good at fighting, so good!"

Everyone suddenly showed the color of admiration.

And Lu Changsheng was ignorant.

This thing is also called poetry?

Can this also be blown?

He doesn't know if the group is looking at the silver copy, or if the level is really low.

This kind of saliva poetry needs rhyme without rhyme, and words without words.

He looked at Liu Qingfeng, who nodded involuntarily. Although he didn't say anything, he seemed to think that his expression was pretty good.

At this moment, Lu Changsheng is desperate for this world.

All are illiterate.

"Brother Wang's poems, with words and emotions, the first sentence, the red boat and Jinling tour, the boat and the fish should be foreshadowing. The following two sentences are like you and me, the meeting is fate, and the essence is written."

Zhou Haijie is simply a super licking dog.

Zhang Peng also nodded and said, "The finishing touch is in the last sentence. The meeting is fate, yeah, when I get together, it is indeed a fate."

He said this, and everyone nodded.

"Brother Lu, have you thought about it?"

At this time, Zhou Haijie asked Lu Changsheng with curiosity in his eyes.

And Lu Changsheng got up slowly, originally planned to think about a better poem, now it seems, hehe!

"The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountain."

"Bai Yu jumped into the boat chaotically."

"The wind blew away suddenly."

"Looking up at the lake, the sky is like water."

Lu Changsheng slowly drink poetry.

He was very calm. This poem was written by the great writer Su Shi and it was more than enough to deal with these people.

However, the poems were finished.

Everyone frowned slightly, and Zhou Haijie said even more.

"Brother Lu's poem is indeed good. It describes the black clouds like the overturned ink, which has not covered the mountains. The raindrops fell on the lake and splashed countless water splashes. They jumped into the cabin in chaos, and then the strong wind swept the lake and the clouds scattered. In the last sentence, when the rain is over and the weather is calm, the boat is ascending the building, looking over the fence, and seeing the lake and the sky reflecting the sky, the color is blue, clear and beautiful."

"But... this poem doesn't fit well."

Zhou Haijie really has some culture, and immediately understood the meaning of Lu Changsheng's poem.

I just think that Lu Changsheng's poems are not appropriate.

Everyone nodded.

Although the poems are beautiful and the words used are excellent, the problem is that the poems that are not suitable for the scene always seem to be missing something.

"Shouldn't it be there?"

Lu Changsheng smiled, suddenly everyone's heart was rippling.

But soon, Zhou Haijie recovered and replied: "This is clear, where is the dark cloud, and where is the rain?"

Zhou Haijie is so curious.

At the moment, Lu Changsheng smiled gently.

He walked slowly to the bow.

Then he reached out and said slowly.

"Rain, isn't this coming?"

The sound rang.

In an instant.

Tick!Tick!Tick!Tick!

Tick!Tick!Tick!Tick!

Ripples suddenly appeared on the calm lake.

The heavy rain fell and the water droplets jumped across the river.

Between the mountains and rivers, the mist filled.

The black clouds are like ink, but they have not covered the mountains.

Among the red ships.

Everyone looked at all this with amazement.

This... this... this is too extraordinary.

Zhou Haijie was stunned, Wang Fugui was stunned, Zhang Peng was stunned, and everyone on the ship was stunned.

From a distance.

On the bow.

Lu Changsheng struck in white, like a fairy, standing on the bow of his ship, facing away from the crowd. At this time, heavy rain was pouring, misty mountains and rivers, and the sound of rain fell in his ears, and Jingmei was also beautiful.

"How can there be such a handsome person in this world."

A woman spoke slowly, her eyes blurred, and a heart of love had already fallen on Lu Changsheng.

Even a man can't help feeling, and inexplicable inferiority.

Looking at the heavy rain, Lu Changsheng also had some sense of touch.

Standing at the bridgehead, some people were throwing umbrellas, and the gust of wind blew, making the clothing corner hunting.

Standing on the negative hand, Lu Changsheng couldn't help saying.

"A flat boat in the waves, sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the river. When I came to sleep, my eyes were full of green mountains, and I was going back."

"Chun Yu didn't cross the bridge, the boat stretched out Liuyin."

"Chun Shui Bi Yu Tian, ​​the painting boat listens to Yu Mian."

"Red rain drops on the flowers, green smoke willow drops."

A sentence of poetry was spoken by Lu Changsheng.

In an instant, a mirage appeared in the mist.

Ships appeared, and silhouettes appeared.

Someone fell asleep in a flat boat among the waves. When he woke up, the green hills were dyed with twilight, and he was shaking away with the green clothes to leave.

In spring, the river is clear and turquoise, and the sky is blue, lying on the boat, listening to the sound of rain, what a beautiful sentence.

On the Jinling River, there are many ships coming and going, and they marvel at the mirage in the mist.

Lu Changsheng chuckled.

This beauty is intoxicating, as if all struggles and right and wrong are all gone.

The people in the red boat got up one after another, walked to the bow of the boat, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery together with Lu Changsheng.

"Spring water is green in the sky, the painting boat listens to Yumian, it's so beautiful, this sentence is so beautiful! Brother Lu is talented!"

"The red raindrops are dripping, and the green smoke and willow are drooping. Although there are no willow trees, but the beauty is in my heart, Lu Xiongdacai."

Everyone was immersed in the beautiful words of beauty, unable to extricate themselves.

And that's it.

The sky suddenly cleared.

The lake is clear and the sky is blue.

The rain is in a hurry, so is the hurry.

Left a beautiful view of the world to the people on board.

Looking at the beautiful scenery, Lu Changsheng couldn't help feeling emotion.

"Eternal life, why are you so handsome."

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Dizzy after a long sleep, woke up and found six o'clock, hurry up and code first.

When I first woke up, I might be a little lonely, with emotions, and inexplicably, I would like to thank every reader for your support.

Thank you all!