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

Inside the Wangjiang Tower.

It is indeed very luxurious.

Carved dragons and painted phoenixes, pavilions and pavilions, and blue tiles and eaves. Each corner is lit with a fine sandalwood to refresh the mind.

The Wangjiang Tower has five floors.

On the fifth floor, the elegant rooms of Qianqiye are not connected to each other, so as to avoid any accidents and maintain absolute sound insulation.

Qian Qiye was right. The maids of Wangjiang Tower, all beautiful people, came to the fifth floor. Eight stunning women stood at the door with a smile on their faces, only after they saw Lu Changsheng.

Lost in an instant!

After recovering from the gods, one by one eagerly landed Changsheng and walked into the Accord.

Let the dry side of the night be a little dazed.

"It's good to get used to it, but as long as it's a woman and sees my brother, none of them is unmoved, but you are very strange, don't you care about your brother?"

Liu Qingfeng has long been accustomed to it.

"roll!"

Qian Qiye returned a word, and then walked to the Accord.

In the Accord, some Lingguo wine has already been placed.

Qianqiye sat naturally by the window, and then poured wine for Lu Changsheng.

"Master, I heard you are a human race literary sage. Do you want to participate in this poetry meeting?"

Asked Qianqiye.

"Who is my brother, how can I participate in this kind of competition with a group of ordinary people?"

Liu Qingfeng finished the beep for Lu Changsheng.

Lu Changsheng took a sip of wine and did not answer.

"That's right, although if you can win the first place, there is a reward of 100,000 pounds of spirit stones, but this kind of thing, I want to come to Master and look down."

Qian Qiye nodded and said very seriously.

How many?

One hundred thousand catties?

Lu Changsheng also knew something like Lingshi.

It is equivalent to the hard currency of Xianxia World, but although the spirit stone is calculated in terms of pounds, but the density is very high, so a pound of spirit stone is actually just the size of the nail cover.

But in the world of Xianxia, ​​there is a spirit stone that can travel thousands of miles without a spirit stone.

Lu Changsheng wanted the spirit stone to be very simple. He sold the goods or asked someone to get it directly, for example, dry for seven nights.

But this kind of thing can't be done by Lu Changsheng, it's just a joke on weekdays, if you really need something, don't go to other people when you go to Daluo Holy Land.

The lack of favor is small, and it is only trouble to owe cause and effect.

So when hearing 100,000 pounds of spirit stone, Lu Changsheng took another drink and looked at Liu Qingfeng.

"Sister Sidi's words are bad, the readers are not distinguished between good and bad, and there is a famous saying in the brother's hometown, do you know what it is?"

Lu Changsheng said calmly.

"what?"

Qianqiye and Liu Qingfeng both showed curiosity.

"Come all here!"

Lu Changsheng replied seriously.

Liu Qingfeng:???.

Seven nights:???.

They don't understand what this means, but it sounds reasonable.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

Suddenly, as the bell rang, the Fu poetry conference officially began.

In the center of the square, an old man holding a volume of jade books with a smile on his face said, "This Lantern Festival Poetry Conference is co-sponsored by Daqian Dynasty, Wanbaoxing, Jifubao Business and Qige Business. Chao Taishi drafted one hour before!"

"Please listen to the good questions."

"Take grass, drizzle, spring, imperial capital as the theme, make a seven-word poem, a limited period of incense, just write the poem and put it in the cabinet, cross-checked by the director of the Han Academy, and finally within an hour, before the decision is made Three poems."

The old man's voice was very loud, he was a monk, and at this moment everyone began to think about it.

grass!

drizzle!

spring!

Royal capital!

Lu Changsheng thought carefully,

"I thought of it." Liu Qingfeng slapped his thigh.

"What did you think of?"

There is some curiosity in Qianqiye.

"Poems."

Liu Qingfeng said this.

"Just you can write poetry?"

Seven nights full of curiosity.

"Why not? With my brother, Pig can write poetry."

Liu Qingfeng said dissatisfiedly, but after he finished, he realized that this sentence seemed to scold himself.

Now Liu Qingfeng waved his hand and said: "You listen to me first!"

"You read it."

Qianqiye nodded.

"Cough!" Liu Qingfeng also coughed deliberately, then stood up and slowly spoke.

"The grass is green in a hurry, the rain is rolling, the spring is coming early, the celebration is in the imperial capital!"

"How? Okay?"

Liu Qingfeng asked very excitedly.

"puff!"

Lu Changsheng spit out tea directly.

This is also called poetry?

That's it?

You tease me?

Isn't this just an additional idiom?

However, it is shocking.

The seven nights of the poisonous tongue have actually nodded, thoughtfully: "Your poem is not bad, but people say seven-word poems, you are five-word poems, no way."

Qianqiye said this.

Lu Changsheng sprayed again. He looked at Qianqiye and couldn't help but ask, "Are you serious?"

"What's serious?"

Qianqiye looked at the question mark.

"Do you think this poem is good?"

Lu Changsheng asked.

"Although I don't think this kid is very pleased, this poem is indeed okay."

Qian Qiye nodded seriously.

Liu Qingfeng was a little bit upset when he heard the first half of the sentence, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he had no temper. After all, this was the first person who praised himself for writing a good poem and he suffocated it.

"Ah......."

Lu Changsheng has nothing to say.

Everything in this world is good, but the liberal arts are too crotch.

Is this also called poetry?

not bad?

Ha ha.

"Do you think you want to add something?"

Liu Qingfeng asked about the seven nights.

"Add something? I think about it."

Seven nights to think carefully.

Lu Changsheng was too lazy to bother them.

Start thinking about your poems.

After a while, Lu Changsheng thought.

"Writing with pen and ink."

Lu Changsheng spoke.

The woman at the door immediately delivered pen and ink.

Lu Changsheng raised the pen and then slowly dropped it.

"Tianjie Xiaoyu is as crisp as a crisp."

"The grass looks close but nothing."

"Most is the benefit of the spring of the year."

"Awesome Yanyan Manhuang Capital."

Lu Changsheng was at one go.

This poem is well-known and very in line with today's topic.

Grass, drizzle, spring, imperial capital.

Very good, very good.

It is both a scene and a good poem.

Liu Qingfeng and Qian Qiye were both watching the probe.

"Good poems, good poems, it's not a trivial act for the master to shoot, alas, in contrast, my poems may be only one-tenth of the brother, the gap is still too big."

Liu Qingfeng patted a horse fart.

"Poems are pretty good, but I can't read them, it's a bit complicated, not as simple as the one you wrote."

Gan Qiye answered very honestly.

"Send the poem."

Lu Changsheng left the payment, and then let the people in Wangjiang Tower send it over.

That's it, the time of Yi Hongxiang passed quickly.

Immediately afterwards there was a cabaret show in the center of the square.

The finale will be announced after an hour.

Soon, an hour passed by in a hurry.

The cabaret show is over.

The old man came to power again and smiled with a few poems in his hand: "Okay, thank you for your enthusiasm for participating. With fierce competition, the first three tops of the Fu Poetry Conference have been set. The old top three will be read by everyone. "

The voice sounded, and the geniuses applauded in a lively manner.

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Tomorrow is the Chinese New Year.

Can we break the reward list by 500 people before the New Year!

There are still thirty people left!

Guiqiu!!!Crying Haw!In the new year, the author promises to complete the following three things.

First: never keep chapter!

Second: By no means short!

Third: Never delay writing!

thank you all!