"Yeah, I don't believe that he can write such top-notch poetry. He must have plagiarized other people's work."
"Even though he is the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, does he understand emotions? Does he know love? In my opinion, he doesn't understand anything, so why should he write such top-notch poetry?"
"Brother in front of you, what you said makes sense. No one dares to question his talent in cultivation. After all, this is the basic condition for him to become the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace. But if you say that he still has this kind of literary talent, I am
The first one didn’t believe it.”
"Well said, both civil and military? How could such a peerless genius appear so easily? Even if you kill me, I will never believe that Wuhun Palace has such a genius."
"It's not that we have to question the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace. The main reason is that he is too young. He is only a teenager. How can he really understand feelings!"
.....
Since there are opponents, there are naturally supporters.
"In my opinion, you simply don't like others and are envious and jealous, so you tried every means to slander His Highness the Holy Son."
"It makes sense, it makes sense, they are just jealous."
"Is there anything to do with age when writing poetry? If you say so, wouldn't all the men over eighty years old be great talents?"
"People are different, and the huge gap in talent can sometimes make you feel desperate. At this time, we don't need to be jealous, just watch him fill the cup silently."
"Is it weird to be both civil and military? Because you have never seen it, you have to deny the existence of such a genius?"
"It's normal. Because they can't do it themselves, they naturally try their best to slander those who can."
....
The quarrel between supporters and opponents made the three women beside them feel very annoyed. Just when Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan were preparing to leave with Ning Rongrong.
Before leaving, Ning Rongrong looked at the two parties who were arguing, and seemed to have remembered something.
She took out a calligraphy treasure from the ring-type space soul guide she wore on her finger, and manipulated her soul power to hang it directly above the pavilion.
"You all should stop arguing. Take a look at this calligraphy treasure. It is an improvised poem written by Dong Qing, the Saint of Wuhun Palace. I, Ning Rongrong, the direct descendant of Qibao Glazed Sect, and the boss of Yuxuan Pavilion in Tiandou City have witnessed it with my own eyes.
witness."
"Look at this poem, and think about it for yourselves, whether Dong Qing, the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, has the ability to write [Seeing and Not Seeing]. At least I have never doubted him."
Ning Rongrong spoke with high spirits, and it was obvious that despite her arrogance, she had inadvertently become one of Dong Qing's little crushes.
"Okay! Rongrong, you are hiding something like this behind my back." Ye Lingling looked at her with a look of resentment.
In response to this, Ning Rongrong could only look into the distance with erratic eyes, pretending that she did not hear these words and did not see Ye Lingling's resentful eyes.
Ning Rongrong is serious about pretending to be an ostrich.
[Pretending to be an ostrich is a psychology of escaping reality. When an ostrich encounters danger, it will bury its head, thinking that it means it is safe if its eyes are invisible. People call this mentality the "ostrich mentality."]
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the other side.
Ning Rongrong's status is extremely noble, and she is a direct descendant of the Qibao Glazed Sect. She spoke for Dong Qing at this time, which naturally attracted the attention of both parties in the debate.
Driven by curiosity, both parties in the argument looked at the calligraphy treasure just above the pavilion that had just been hung up by Ning Rongrong.
[Dancing in pairs]
[If you don’t dance lightly in your life, you will be miserable if you dance]
[Dancing for you in this life, I will dance hard all my life]
Qingwuqingqing is the four words Dongqing and Ning Rongrong bet on, and now it naturally becomes the name of this poem.
After watching "Dancing in Pairs".
Gu Wei
For a moment, both sides of the argument were speechless and in shock.
Time flies, half a month later.
With the platform of Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, and the appearance of this poem, basically all the doubters in the continent disappeared.
But this also led to a new problem. Someone discovered that this poem only had the first half, and strongly requested Dongqing to complete the second half, so as to completely prove his talent.
As soon as these words came out, reminder letters were like snowflakes, sent to Wuhun City by millions of fans, and once they were completely filled with Dongqing's small courtyard, Tenglong Pavilion.
Wuhun City, Pope's Palace, Back Hall, Tenglong Pavilion.
"Junior brother, have you figured out the second half of the poem?" This is Hu Liena.
"Your Highness the Holy Son, just write it down! People want to read it too." This was Xiao Wu.
"Xiaoqing, sister is also looking forward to you writing the second half of the poem." This is the Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin.
After exhausting all his efforts to send the three of them away, a big boss who Dongqing couldn't send away arrived.
"teacher?"
Seeing the graceful figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, Dong Qing exclaimed and wanted to run away.
"Xiaoqing, just finish it if you can. Those fanatical fans of yours send letters every day, which makes the various martial arts branches on the mainland very troublesome, and it's not easy for teachers!"
Bibi Dong grabbed Dong Qing, who was about to slip away, and looked at him with a hint of expectation, because in essence, she likes educated people the most.
At the same time, this was also an important reason why she fell in love with Yu Xiaogang in the first place. As for the top ten theories of soul masters, they were just theories and were not helpful at all in picking up girls.
Yu Xiaogang simply delved into these literatures and studied the essence of martial arts out of desperation because his martial soul was not good enough and he could not break through the thirty-level soul power.
....
Seeing that he couldn't run away, Dong Qing could only nod helplessly and said, "Okay! I'll listen to you, teacher."
It's not that he doesn't want to write it, it's that he can't remember the original text of the poem clearly. After all, he remembered this poem from reading a novel in his previous life.
And read novels.
Anyone who has read it must understand that even if it is a famous novel, it is not difficult to remember the plot, but who would go out of their way to remember the text of a certain chapter or paragraph?
【Biyaxuan】
Located slightly to the north in the middle of the apse of the Papal Palace, is a unique small courtyard covering an area of about one acre. In the courtyard stands a two-story building with upturned eaves peeking out from among the spruce branches. It is quite mysterious.
The feeling of where you are.
Dong Qing followed Bibi Dong. He raised his head and looked at the small building. There were exquisite window decorations on the left and right, with overlapping eaves and roof ridges, making it look luxurious and elegant.
Looking to the left, there is a semicircular green pool with a water surface of more than twenty feet wide. Surrounding the pool is a large plum forest with crimson flowers in full bloom. There is a faint fragrance of flowers and green grass around it.
Yin, no withering seen.
This is Bibi Dong's residence. The place is not big, but it is very exquisite.
Although Dong Qing has been here many times and is very familiar with the environment here, this time, he was forced to come here by her, and he was not in a good mood.
Not long after, Bibi Dong forced Dong Qing into his room, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that he had prepared, and prepared for him to complete the subsequent poem "Dancing in Pairs" in front of her.
Dong Qing looked at Bibi Dong, who was staring at him silently, and said with an extremely helpless expression: "Teacher, aren't you busy now? Have you finished handling the political affairs of Wuhun Palace? Don't keep looking at me like that!"
Although Bibi Dong's eyes were gentle, the feeling of being watched still made Dong Qing feel very strange.
This strange feeling is as if I have fallen into the spider web she weaved and may be eaten by the big spider in front of me in the next moment.
The scariest thing is that there are still two spider kings. Can you withstand it?