However, although Wen Rensheng saw through his opponent's disguise, he did not expose the opponent immediately. He wanted to see what the opponent wanted to do and where he was from.
So he remained calm and followed the man in green robes with everyone, through the bamboo forest, through the flower field, into the valley, and finally came to a flowing water garden.
As soon as they entered, everyone heard the sound of many poems being recited in an endless stream. Looking up, they saw men in ancient costumes, all shaking their heads.
"It rains from the sky and flows from the ground. They say that spring rain is as expensive as oil. It's troublesome to farm when it rains. It's better to sell the oil in the first place."
As soon as they heard the first song clearly, they were confused by the thunder.
However, this was just the beginning, what shocked them was yet to come.
"Looking from a distance, Beishan Mountain looks dark. It looks thinner at the top and thicker at the bottom. When I look down at the lake beside the mountain, it looks thinner at the bottom and thicker at the top."
"Something was flying in the sky, and there were piles here and there. When I looked up, I couldn't see it. It turned out that there was a huge flood in the sky."
When everyone heard this, they looked at each other.
Some people couldn't help but whisper, "At this level, I can hold back a few songs."
"Yeah, even though I just passed the Chinese language test in the college entrance examination, I can still write three or four songs if you give me a day."
"It seems that this is not difficult."
The panda on the side turned to look at Li Yuanfeng and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"
Before Li Yuanfeng could answer, the man in green robe looked intoxicated and nodded repeatedly at those who wrote limericks, "Yes, yes, it's really down-to-earth. It's much better than those fancy, painless poems."
Custom is power. The more people you like, the stronger your vitality is."
Hearing this, other people's eyes lit up.
"It turns out that Master Qingzhu likes this kind of taste."
"That's right. I've heard those poems about spring and autumn too much, and I'm tired of them. They moan about nothing, and are of no use to national affairs. It's not as good as these doggerel poems, which can penetrate into the hearts of the people and develop their wisdom." Someone explained forcefully.
Even Li Yuanfeng and Wang Yanhu nodded their heads, not realizing anything was wrong with it.
Isn't that right? Of those guys who can write poetry, there are only a few who can do popular things. Of course, it's not absolute. There are still people who can be both civil and military, but the chance is too small.
Only when Wen Rensheng heard this, he realized that this man in green robes really had evil intentions. He was pulling others to commit suicide.
Once these people write these unflattering limericks, they will no longer be able to catch the eye of the real "Green Bamboo" and will automatically be eliminated.
And he didn't do anything bad from the beginning to the end. It was all caused by these people's cleverness and misunderstanding, so it wouldn't cause any bad consequences.
Since Wen Rensheng understands this, of course he cannot follow the other party's wishes.
Of course, he can't expose the other party, because he has no evidence. The only evidence he can never tell, as long as he tells it, it will be an act of seeking death.
So when others began to write limericks, he searched his brains and found one of the most famous poems about bamboo.
It just so happens that there is no Manchu Qing Dynasty in this world, and that great poet and painter does not exist either.
This is the poem "Bamboo and Stone" by Zheng Banqiao.
The whole poem is as follows
"Stand firmly on the green mountains and never let go; the roots are still in the broken rocks; they are still strong despite being struck by countless blows, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south!"
Wen Rensheng did not simply recite it, but used his mysterious painting skills to make a "Bamboo and Stone" painting at the same time and wrote this poem on it.
In his opinion, this poem could not be better used to describe the two generations of Dongzhou.
No matter how many hardships we have suffered, we always sprout new shoots again because we have the strongest foundation, lush and green, connected together, and proud of others.
When he put down the last stroke, the valley suddenly became silent.
Everyone found that they could not speak at all. It seemed that the whole world was worried that these noises would affect such an artistic conception.
Of course, the so-called "here and there" must be Mr. Qingzhu.
When the man in green robe saw this, he immediately looked panicked.
He naturally knew that he was a discarded person, just used to get rid of other outstanding talents. In fact, the effect was good, and he did deceive many people who didn't know what they were doing.
However, they were deceived only because they were too greedy and only wanted to curry favor with the big boss, but forgot to carefully screen them.
People are like this. Even those who are superior will make many ridiculous mistakes once they fall into greed.
And when others laugh at these people, think carefully, why wouldn't you make the same mistake because of a little greed?
However, he never expected that among this new group of people, there would be someone who could really impress the big boss.
You must know that this group of people also tried their best to attract the attention of the other party, and for this reason, they did not hesitate to use self-destruction to reduce their competitors.
Li Yuanfeng and Wang Yanhu looked at each other, with joy in their eyes.
Of course they can feel what this atmosphere means. The information clearly states that when the "Green Bamboo" appears, it will have such an effect.
Because the other party doesn't like noisy, which is similar to the habit of bamboo, which always has a "quiet" meaning.
After a while, everyone saw Ren Sheng's figure disappearing from the valley.
Also disappearing at the same time were his paintings and poems.
Some people saw the paintings and poems and recited them immediately.
"Still strong despite being struck by countless blows, no matter how wind blows from east to west, north or south, what a poem, what a poem," someone recited while shaking his head.
"The painting is better. I happen to still have some memory, so I quickly copied it."
Everyone was talking among themselves, and the quality of the poems could be easily heard by those with a very high level of proficiency.
This is especially true after the comparison with the previous soy sauce poems.
Which ones can be passed down to future generations, even more so.
There was a poet in history, Song Zhiwen, who heard his nephew Liu Xiyi make the statement "flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year". He knew that it would be passed down to future generations, so he wanted to take it as his own. The nephew first agreed, but later regretted it.
If he didn't give it, he would kill his nephew.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Of course, his appreciation level is indeed very high, and this poem has indeed been passed down to later generations.
After Li Yuanfeng heard this poem, he fell into deep thought.
Wang Yanhu saw his senior brother's expression and patted the other man's leg with his bear paw. With the panda's current height, it could only go so far.
"Brother, what are you thinking about? Is there something wrong with this poem?" he asked worriedly.
"No, the poem is very good, and it has a profound meaning. It reminds me of many people. God will help those who help themselves. You took the trouble to find that Liao Aoquan, but now it seems that you are not as good as Wen Rensheng's poem." Li Yuanfeng sighed.
"Poetry is a stepping stone. If you want to maintain a long-term relationship, you have to look at the daily details." Wang Yanhu doesn't think this is redundant.
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At the same time, Wen Rensheng appeared in a bamboo house.
There was no one in the room, except for many pictures and poems hanging on the walls, including the painting "Bamboo and Stone" he had just painted.
A voice sounded.
"I already understand what you want. You can take anything you want from here." The voice could not distinguish between male and female, it was like the sound of wind or waves.
Wen Rensheng looked around carefully and confirmed again that no one was there.
It seems that Ahandeb is right. This guy's depression may not be cured yet, and he doesn't want to see anyone yet.
now it's right.
He no longer thought about contacting the green bamboo, but carefully searched the things in this room.
For others, it may be difficult to find the most valuable thing.
But for him, it was just a matter of getting his hands dirty.
So he rubbed them one by one.
Not even the wood for the table's feet was spared...
In the end, he really caught it. The most valuable thing in this house, which most people would find difficult and difficult to think of - is its door.
If you are a guest at your door and the host says he wants to give you a gift, who would think of taking away the door of the host's house?
So they will subconsciously exclude this option, and then focus on those calligraphy, paintings, and poems, because those things seem to be the most worthy of collection.
In fact, this is also the case. In the analysis of mysterious seeds, those poems and paintings all have different magical functions.
However, everything is inferior to those two bamboo doors.
"The Gate of Nothingness can appear behind another door at will after entering one door."
"Mystery 9999."
"Mysterious composition of any door, virtualization technique, absolute defense."
This was the first time Wen Rensheng had seen an item with a degree of mystery of 9999.
This shows how good the things from the boss's house are. This is like playing games in the previous life. Any piece of equipment on the Krypton Gold Boss's account is beyond the reach of ordinary players.
