Chapter 552 Three Hundred Tang Poems
"Haha, you're here."
It was also when Xia Fukun was about to walk in front of the old man, the pen in the old man's hand paused slightly, and a faint voice came out from his mouth.
"Forehead……"
Xia Fukun was stunned by these sudden words. After hesitating, he waved to the old man:
"Hello, senior!"
Old man: "..."
He originally thought that Xia Fukun would ask him who he was, but he didn't expect that Xia Fukun suddenly said such a sentence to him. For a moment, he couldn't answer the question!
Ignoring Xia Fukun, he continued to create.
In his eyes, this young man just wants to be beaten. He was going to hang out with Xia Fukun for a while. Demoralize the opponent.
Xia Fukun was a little curious when he saw the old man ignoring him, so he came to the long table created by the old man.
It was also at this time that he discovered.
On this long table, there is a roll of rice paper. And on the rice paper were the old man's vigorous and powerful handwriting.
"The wind is rustling and the water is cold!"
When he saw these words, Xia Fukun was stunned for a moment.
He watched the old man stop writing for a long time, as if he was still thinking about what he should add next.
Xia Fukun smiled, isn't this all common sense? He has learned it a long time ago, okay? Almost as soon as he saw this sentence, the next sentence jumped out of his mind.
"Old man, it's so simple, don't you know how to do it?"
"Simple?"
The old man glanced at Xia Fukun with a sneer.
"Do you know how long it took me to create such a poem? You actually told me it's simple!?"
Hearing the old man's words, Xia Fukun felt contempt in his heart.
Isn’t this Jing Ke’s song? When did it become your original work?
Plagiarism is not very good, right?
Of course, Xia Fukun didn't expose it either. He smiled.
"Old man, if I guess correctly, you should also be a senior Mingzun from the underworld tens of thousands of years ago, right?"
"Um?"
The old man glanced at Xia Fukun.
"Then what did Old Man Huo tell you?"
"hehe."
Xia Fukun smiled and did not answer.
"Haha, don't be too proud. That old man Huo gave you the inheritance because he can't exist for long, but we are different. If you want to be so easy, you can put me in this stone tablet It would be too naive to take away the inheritance!"
After hearing the old man's words, Xia Fukun smiled again.
"Then what if I get your ancient poem right?"
"Come on?"
The old man was stunned.
"Impossible! I am the Poet of the Underworld. How can you read the poems I write casually? You should leave quickly! I don't want to communicate with you too much today. If you don't leave, I will I’m going to be angry!”
After hearing what the old man said, Xia Fukun couldn't bear it anymore.
"Haha, old man, I think you are scared, right?"
"If you weren't scared, why didn't you dare to let me try?"
"If I didn't have two brushes, how could I get into this world of stone monuments?"
When Xia Fukun said this, his face was not red and his heart was not beating.
Climbing the Stork Tower is already showing off, will it still be difficult for Jing Ke to sing?
"Okay, okay!"
The old man was obviously irritated by Xia Fukun.
"I will give you a chance! If you can write the next line of this poem that I have spent decades writing, I will give you all the inheritance in my stone tablet!"
After hearing what the old man said, Xia Fukun sneered.
"That's what you said!"
"certainly!"
The old man narrowed his eyes and refused to give in at all.
"Then I'll write it!"
Xia Fukun pushed the old man and snatched his brush from the old man's hand.
The old man looked at Xia Fukun holding the pen and sneered in his heart.
In his opinion, this Xia Fukun was probably a boaster.
Otherwise, why can't you even hold a brush?
Don’t you know the correct posture and posture? !
And when the old man was sneering, Xia Fukun was also sneering.
Why should he know how to use a brush?
Anyway, as long as you write it down, no matter what method you use?
Looking at this sentence in front of me——
"The wind is rustling and the water is cold."
Xia Fukun hesitated for a moment and pretended to think about it. Then, write at the bottom——
"A strong man will never return once he is gone!"
When Xia Fukun wrote these seven words, the old man was dumbfounded.
Inside his mouth, he was still muttering:
"The wind is rustling and the water is cold... A strong man will never return once he is gone... What a poem, what a poem!"
The underworld advocates martial ethics, so it doesn't pay much attention to writing.
However, only this old man knows that writing at its best can also possess terrifying power.
"How's it going, old man, are you convinced?"
Xia Fukun looked at the old man in front of him with a look of embarrassment and asked with a smile.
"this……"
The old man hesitated for a moment, and then his expression changed.
With a slight cough, he said to Xia Fukun:
"Maybe this is your luck? I have written a lot of poems during the tens of thousands of years I have been in this world of stone tablets. If you can match it, I will obey you!"
Xia Fukun: "..."
He stared hard at the old man.
"You're such a bad old man, you don't keep your word, you're so bad!"
"Haha, so what? Just tell me whether you want this inheritance or not!"
The old man smiled wretchedly and looked at Xia Fukun, as if he had already decided on Xia Fukun.
"bring it on!"
Xia Fukun was too lazy to compete with the old man.
Xia Fukun had good grades in primary school and had already memorized 300 Tang poems.
Is he still afraid of this old man?
The old man looked at Xia Fukun.
He took a deep breath and then said:
"Today will never happen again!"
Xia Fukun sneered: "Let's share the candlelight!"
His face changed slightly, and the old man continued:
"It's noon on the day of hoeing!"
Xia Fukun sneered: "The drops of sweat will go to the soil!"
The old man's expression changed again, and he gritted his teeth:
"There are three thousand beauties in the harem!"
Xia Fukun said calmly: "Three thousand people love me!"
"..."
The two of them talked about each other for more than an hour.
The old man's expression completely changed...