My Master Knows Just a Bit About Everything

Junior brother Feng, I think what you said is wrong. Chao Zizai said angrily, Poems and poems are all of the same line of literature and art. It's not smart to force them to separate! It's like a weakling in the swordsmanship who will discuss how to practice. Swordsmanship is still the same as practicing Qi. A truly strong person should look at the whole body, and poetry, lyrics, and songs are all one body.

After Feng Lianxin taught Chao Zizi a lesson, he looked proud, but he didn't expect that someone from Qixing Peak would teach him a lesson in return, and his words were somewhat irrefutable.

How does this work? Feng Lianxin knew that he couldn't lose face with He Xiaofu, and at the same time he couldn't let Qixing Peak get a quota, so he simply sneered: Junior brother Chao, what you said is right. But before a person can leave, you want to It is absolutely impossible to run and fly. Only fools would do this. Poems, words, songs and poems are one, but if you don’t understand the poem clearly, you want to chase the words? Chasing the poems?

Having said this, Feng Lianxin regained his confidence again, and said with a slight wave of the folding fan in his hand: Junior Brother Chao, your idea is good, but you don't understand literature at all, and what you just said is just a castle in the air. It can even be said to be a dream. . We are all from the same sect. I will not laugh at you for what you said. If you go out and talk nonsense, others will not know about it and think that no one in our Baifeng Sect is just a fool.

After finishing his lesson, Feng Lianxin couldn't help but look at He Xiaofu again.

As the leader of the team, He Xiaofu secretly felt that Feng Lianxin was really good. He was very elegant in every move. Before the assessment really started, he used a few words to make the face of the person who was going to be assessed change drastically in Qixing Peak. Have you lost all the courage to take the test? It would be good if you follow this Confucian scholar.

Chao Zizai was not good at Confucianism, but after being taught a lesson, his face turned as purple as pig liver. If it wasn't for his lack of cultivation, he would have already planned to hit someone! I am being pushed to do the assessment, so just say I am not good enough! Why are you so sarcastic about me?

Lao Chao, don't nag him, just follow my instructions! Cao Zhen quickly whispered, Just say it, you idiot! Today I will let you know what poetry is like a family.

When Chao Zizai heard what Cao Zhen said, he felt that his old friend had become swollen since he defeated Xingyao Peak and returned from a trip to Qianlong Temple! Do you think you really know everything? Although it is really difficult to become the Dzogchen of the Ten Visions Taoist Platform, it does not mean that your profession is just for literature and Taoism!

Speak quickly! Cao Zhen urged again, If you are embarrassed, I will give you ten thousand taels of spiritual stones.

Feng Lianxin, you idiot! Today the Sa family will let you know what poetry is like a family! When Chao Zizi heard the ten thousand taels of spirit stones, he couldn't care about anything else. He just prayed that the other party would insult him quickly. , then you can get ten thousand taels of spiritual stones.

Feng Lianxin had a leisurely and contented face, but he didn't expect to be so angry. He immediately lowered his face and said: Chao...

Landing the Jieshi to the east to view the sea, how can the water be so sluggish... Cao Zhen quickly selected a song from his own family called Guan Canghai and gave it to Chao Zizai.

Chao Zizai didn't understand what it was at all, he just repeated Cao Zhen's secret message.

Feng Lianxin originally had an angry look on his face, but as Chao Zizai threw out the first sentence of Guan Canghai, his expression changed on the spot. Although the other people standing behind him were not practicing literary arts, whether a poem was good or bad You can still tell them apart!

At the top of the Seven Stars Peak, a man who looked like an iron tower read out a majestic poem in a loud voice, which made many people with some literary talents stand on end.

He Xiaofu already likes poetry. When she heard Chao Zizai's poems, she looked at this man who looked like an iron tower with confused eyes. She had never heard such a wonderful poem. That kind of heroic spirit and heroic feelings filled her heart. In every word.

Feng Lianxin even had the urge to kneel down. He didn't even have time to feel the shame of being slapped in the face for pretending to be so cool. All he could think about was the urge to kneel down and kowtow to the other party.

This...such a poem has never been heard by me! If I could understand such a poem and cooperate with my poetry skills, I'm afraid my cultivation would improve by leaps and bounds, right?

Chao Zizai didn't understand poetry at all. After reading the poem in one breath after Cao Zhen, he felt very uneasy.

Especially when I saw the other party's collective silence, I felt even more unsure of myself, suspecting that this was a mistake.

How about...? Chao Zi asked with a guilty conscience.

When Feng Lianxin heard this question, he had a different feeling. The other party's low-pitched how was full of indifference! After reciting such a majestic and heroic poem, his words were actually so calm.

What kind of confidence is this? What kind of contempt is this!

Old Cao, can you do that? They don't even reply! Chao Zizai anxiously asked Cao Zhen through a secret message, Do you know any other poems? Change one?

Cao Zhen also didn't expect that after Chao Zizai finished reciting, the other party would have no reaction at all. This shouldn't be the case! This is Cao Mengde’s view of the sea! Our Lao Cao family, our ancestors’ top-notch poetry!

never mind! Just recite the words! Cao Zhen quickly whispered: Tell him, you are not particularly good at poetry, but your lyrics are still okay.

Chao Zizai felt that he had been on the pirate ship. Now it was impossible to get off the pirate ship. He could only bite the bullet and said shamelessly: My poetry is not what I am best at...

Feng Lian's heart burst into sneers, Blow! You keep blowing! Not good at poetry? If this poem of yours says that you are not good at poetry, then wouldn’t my poems not even be as good as children’s songs? Why should I practice poetry? I'm going to practice stupid ways and stupid ways!

I am so angry that I lean on the railing, and the mist of rain stops. I look up, look up to the sky and roar, my heart is full of passion. Thirty years of fame and fame, dust and dust, eight thousand miles of road, clouds and moon. Don't wait for a while, your young head will turn gray, and you will be filled with sorrow...

With the song All the Rivers Are Red, even an uncultured person like Chao Zizai felt the indescribable heroic grief and indignation at this moment.

In He Xiaofu's eyes, there was only admiration at this moment. She felt that her biggest gain as the leader of the assessment team this time was not that she could exchange her quota for some spiritual stones, but that she had found what she had been looking for all these years. that person.

Maybe the person in front of me is not good at cultivation because he has taken the wrong path in cultivation! This man's understanding of the arts is probably unparalleled by anyone in the entire Baifeng Sect! If he changes his studies to literature, his future prospects will be limitless!

Man Jiang Hong echoed over and over again in Feng Lianxin's mind. Compared with the sad words about spring, sadness and autumn, love and love that he usually studies, this is the real word! The heroic heart that cannot be expressed, the heroic love that cannot be expressed!

The River is Red has been echoing in Feng Lianxin's mind for a long time, like drums at dusk and bells in the morning, like the sound of a message that awakens the world...