Chapter 840 Traveling to the world of cultivating immortals to be a copywriter
"What, Brother Lu, if you can't write it, you don't have to hold on, just admit it." Seeing the Immortal Fairy stunned, Yang Changbin sneered and concluded that Lu Yang couldn't write poetry.
Meng Jingzhou is determined to write poetry, but the problem is that he really can’t write poetry, and the level of his writing is only that of limericks.
Meng Jingyu looked at the Immortal Fairy longingly and pulled her sleeves, feeling very worried. She could also see that Zhong Yi and Yang Changbin were deliberately targeting brother Lu Yang.
Luo Wushuang frowned, feeling that Yang Changbin had gone too far.
“Just write,” the Immortal Fairy said. He took out the Four Treasures of the Study from his identity jade tablet, polished it, and quickly wrote a poem.
"Writing so fast?" Yang Changbin frowned. It was as if he had already thought about it and started writing without any hesitation.
I had a bad feeling for no reason. Maybe Lu Yang was really proficient in Confucianism and Taoism.
The maid took the poem and handed it to Ye Mengyin behind Qingsha.
Ye Mengyin noticed the movement in front of Qingsha and heard Yang Changbin asking Lu Yang to compose a poem. She originally wanted to help Lu Yang out, but she didn't expect that Lu Yang could actually compose lyrics on the spot.
She glanced at these few lines and showed an expression of surprise, and her hands could not stop shaking with excitement. Is this really what Taoist fellow Taoist Lu Yang said on the spot?
She was ready to write and recite the lyrics for Lu Yang when he was not good at poetry.
I never expected that fellow Taoist Lu Yang was so talented.
“Miss?” The maid noticed that Ye Mengyin was acting strangely and reminded her in a low voice.
Ye Mengyin felt like waking up from a dream, regained consciousness, calmed her mind, and prepared to recite poems.
“Why don’t fellow Daoist Ye read poems yet?” Zhong Yi raised his eyebrows. This was something that had never happened before, and everyone was surprised.
At this moment, Ye Mengyin's clear voice came from behind the green veil: ""The Green Jade Case: Yuan Xi"..."
Everyone became quiet and wanted to hear what Lu Yang wrote, whether it was a limerick or a good work.
“The east wind blows thousands of trees and flowers into bloom at night. It also blows down stars like rain. BMWs and carved carriages fill the road with fragrance. The sound of phoenix and flute moves, the light of jade pots spins, and fish and dragons dance all night long.”
There was dead silence.
Everyone here is immersed in the scenery described in this poem and cannot extricate themselves: "The fish and dragon danced all night...Shangque described the scene of the Shangyuan Festival so vividly in just a few sentences."
There are many poems describing the scenery of the Lantern Festival, but it has never happened in hundreds of years to immerse oneself in fantasy with just a few sentences.
Some people secretly glanced at Yang Changbin. No matter how the lower part of the poem was written, just talking about the exquisite description of the upper part would make Yang Changbin's overly gorgeous poem a few blocks away.
Yang Changbin's face was ashen. He did not expect that the poems he had carefully prepared could not compare to what Lu Yang wrote on the spot.
He snorted coldly, it doesn't matter if the upper part is good, but if the lower part is mediocre, it will ruin the poem.
Meng Jingzhou is not too surprised. After all, he is an omnipotent ancient immortal. It is not a problem to write a few good poems and lyrics.
Meng Jingyu looked at the Immortal Fairy with admiration. The more she looked at him, the more handsome she felt.
Brother Lu Yang is not only talented in cultivation and fighting, but he is also so good at poetry and writing?
After the green yarn, Ye Mengyin read out the lower line softly.
“The moth is like a golden wisp of snow and willow. His laughter is filled with dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person is... in a dimly lit place."
Reading to the end, Ye Mengyin looked at the last sentence in a daze. She just glanced at it briefly and couldn't understand the meaning of the words. But as she read it in front of everyone, she gradually figured out what Lu Yang meant.
“The man is in the dim light. Is this sentence written for myself...”
After listening to the question, someone was preparing to drink tea. His arms were frozen in the air, holding the tea cup, but it was delayed to reach his mouth.
More people turned their heads to look at the Immortal Fairy in shock, with disbelief on their faces.
If the beautiful scenery described in the upper column is a rare good word, then the description of the lower column pushes this poem to a higher level.
Eternal noun!
As soon as this word came out, it was praised throughout the ages. Any words describing the Shangyuan Festival fell into the inferior category, and there was no possibility of comparison!
Yang Changbin originally thought that even if the letter was written well, he would still find faults to make Lu Yang lose face. But when Ye Mengyin read the letter, he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything, so he had to close his mouth in frustration.
He is not even qualified to comment on this poem.
“What are you looking at me for?”
The Immortal Fairy turned to look at Meng Jingyu next to her, and met Meng Jingyu's eyes. She didn't quite understand why everyone had such a big reaction, it was a bit baffling.
Meng Jingyu was immersed in the description of "people searched for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, and there was that person, in the dimly lit place". She looked into the eyes of the immortal fairy, and her heart beat uncontrollably.
This is borrowing poetry to express love. Could it be that what brother Lu Yang has been looking for is himself?
"Okay, okay, I didn't expect that Brother Lu would actually get the true biography of Taoist Wuyu and be able to write a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation!" Zhong Yi originally wanted to use this opportunity to make Lu Yang embarrassed, but he didn't expect that Lu Yang kept it secret. He had always been practicing in the past. He showed his identity as a genius, but never revealed his identity as a Confucian cultivator.
Zhong Yi asked himself that he was a very scheming person, but if he had such a talent, he would definitely not be able to hide it. He had already become famous all over the world with this talent, so how could he wait until today.
Moreover, Lu Yang had no intention of being fooled by his repeated provocations just now.
Zhong Yi looked at Lu Yang with a faint look of fear. Against such a person with such a heavy heart, he would definitely be the unlucky one!
"Is this called not proficient in poetry?" Luo Wushuang thought of what Lu Yang had just said and looked at him dumbfounded. If this was not considered proficient in poetry, no one would dare to call himself a poet or poet.
“I just learned it.” The Immortal Fairy rubbed the back of his head and said with a smile.
She has seen everyone's expressions before, when she took Xiao Ling and Lianyi to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers.
I didn’t expect that the lyrics written by the second master for her could have such an effect.
“Xiao Yangzi, you are so awesome!” In the spiritual space, the Immortal Fairy looked at Lu Yang excitedly. She had not felt this way for a long time.
“Well, Xiaoyangzi, what’s your expression?”
Lu Yang had a strange look on his face, and he had already anticipated everyone's reaction.
He sighed: "It's nothing, I just didn't expect that my identity can still be used like this."
Lu Yang really didn't expect that one day he would be able to show off as Wen Chao Gong, even though it was the Immortal Fairy who used his own identity to show off.
The Immortal Fairy didn't quite understand what Lu Yang meant.
“What is your identity?”
She remembered that Lu Yang often said that she should be the golden finger, the portable grandpa and the portable grandma.
She asked Lu Yang what it meant, and Lu Yang said it meant living in a spiritual space and being able to use knowledge to help the owner of the body show off.
Thinking of this, the immortal fairy suddenly realized: "Oh, I understand, according to the analogy of Xiao Yangzi's name, your current identity is called the portable old boy!"
Lu Yang: “…”
I helped the fairy and you pretended to be cool, and this is how you repay me?
Second update at eleven o’clock
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