...the proud.

Just as Yan Song was thinking about how to kill Xu Xian in the bud with the advantage of foresight, a burst of cheers suddenly broke out around him.

If Yan Song's song, who knows that every piece of food on the plate is hard, and there is still a performance element, which may be prepared in advance, then Xu Xian's two songs, Mercy Farmers with the same roots, can be guessed that it was improvised.

After all, who would have thought that Yan Song would come to such a poem to sympathize with the farmers today? So no one would have prepared two poems that suit the situation in advance to slap in the face.

More importantly...two songs!

One song is enough for something like a slap in the face?

Only by real, improvising and live creation can one have a sudden idea and shoot a double-fire cannon from left to right?

Well, Xu Xian said... It was obvious that he only needed one shot, but the reason why he was big shots was entirely because he bought one and got one free of rewards for the system. Don't be idle.

Seeing the little rustic beggars around him applauding the poem that he received for a little awesome value, Xu Xian unconsciously developed a sense of superiority in IQ.

This sense of superiority was well understood by Yan Song and became proud and... provoked himself.

provocative?

As the old enemy in his previous life (what he thought), what Yan Song couldn't stand the most was the provocation of this bastard who ruined himself.

Therefore, when Xu Xian just made a slight provocation, Yan Song couldn't stand it anymore.

A competitive spirit came out again.

"Brother Han Wen, you are really a poetic talent. You can write two poems at once by improvising poetry on the spot."

He looked at Xu Xian with a slightly unpleasant expression, and Yan Song turned his head and looked out the window.

At this time, night had already fallen, and a full moon hangs high in the air. Yan Song looked out of sight for a long time, sighed lightly, and withdrew his gaze.

"Today, the moonlight was just right, shining into the atrium. I suddenly felt moved by my brother. I wrote a lyrics and asked for a review of Chinese texts!"

With a competitive mindset, Yan Song looked at Xu Xian and said word by word. After saying that, he started to recite it without caring whether Xu Xian responded or not.

"The moon in the spring courtyard is noon, and the fragrance is shaking and the wine is about to dance. Turning back to the corridor, the plum blossoms are half falling and the fragrance is born."

His eyes turned from the ground to the sky just right, and looking at the full moon, Yan Song continued to recite the second half of the verse, "The light clouds and thin mist are always the place where young people enjoy themselves. They are not like autumn light, but only shine with the parting people in their hearts."

This poem, whether from the gorgeous words or the artistic conception of poetry, is much higher than the previous poem "Praise the Farmer".

Although there are not many students present, although they are really talented and learn, and not many are able to recite poems correctly, there are still some understanding and appreciation abilities to a greater or lesser extent.

therefore.....

As soon as Yan Song finished reciting a poem, it caused a lot of praise.

After reading it, Yan Song looked at Xu Xian with a little provocative look, as if saying: I have said your lines, what do you do.

what to do?

Xu Xian didn't have to think about what to do. He didn't know about his own words, so Xu Xian didn't get the provocative meaning in Yan Song's behavior and expression.

so.....

After greeting Yan Song's provocative gaze, Xu Xian was not angry at all, and leisurely picked up the wine glass on the table and drank the wine in the glass again.

This thing... can improve your cultivation level, and it will be wasted if you don’t drink it!

Seeing Xu Xian looking leisurely, as if he didn't take him seriously at all, Yan Song felt that his temples were bulging and completely angry.

In his opinion, the poems that Xu Xian could produce when he was in the right time were naturally the best he could do.

So, he stole Xu Xian's lines. Xu Xian didn't dare to face the challenge because he didn't have better poems.

But even though he was obviously cowardly, Xu Xian still showed a disdainful leisure, which made Yan Song, a person who had been tortured for hundreds of years in his hatred for Xu Xian, feel even more furious.

"Brother Han Wen, what do you think of this poem for brother?"

He felt that Xu Xian did not dare to respond, so Yan Song was willing to let his old enemy go, so he asked deliberately provocatively.

Hearing this, Xu Xian leisurely filled his wine glass, drank it all again, nodded at Yan Song, "Very good!"

Xu Xian felt that his answer was completely fine. If you ask, I think it’s good, and I will tell you it’s good.

As for the higher-level insights, getting rid of... He even got the fame of Tong Sheng with the system, so how could he have such a high appreciation ability?

Could it be that he must say something about the techniques used by this poem, borrowing the artistic conception, and expressing the poet's feelings, so that he can be considered a complete lyrics?

Get rid of the descendants who wrote these lyrics, do the original creators know that you add the feelings of creation to the original creators?

However, Xu Xian thought so, Yan Song didn't think so.

In his opinion, this poem was originally written by Xu Xian, but he just took it first with the advantage of foresight.

Maybe if I don’t say it myself, Xu Xian won’t think about this poem, but if I take it out, Xu Xian will definitely have a deep understanding after listening to it.

And now, a good one...

Yan Song felt that Xu Xian was completely perfunctory to him.

Yes, Xu Xian, this bastard, has no tolerance for others, and he can't stand himself in writing better poems than him!

Thinking of this, Yan Song was even more angry when he looked at Xu Xian.

Seeing Xu Xian drinking the wine he had added with cups of ingredients, he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Drink! Drink! Drink to death! The more you drink, the faster you die!

He cursed in his heart, Yan Song's unhappiness turned into practical actions.

"I heard that Brother Han Wen has both outstanding poems and lyrics. Today, the moon is just right. I threw bricks and jade for my brother and took out a piece of clever work. I wonder if Brother Han Wen has any good poems and lyrics for everyone to appreciate them?"

Hearing this, Xu Xian slapped the wine glass on his hand slightly.

"System, what's going on with Yan Song? After rebirth, something went wrong with his brain?

I was so obviously provoking me, because I was afraid that I would not find out that he was targeting me, and because I was afraid that I would not feel that he was reborn?"

Yes, Xu Xian was very confused. As the first heavy opponent after he got the system, he was also ready to deal with it seriously.

result......

I took off my pants, you told me to download the two ts that I had been downloading for seven days and seven nights. Are they all fucking kids?

"Ahem!"

When Su Luo heard the complaints from his host, he couldn't help but blush.

He coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, and only spoke to comfort him after he finished speaking.

"As an enemy encountered when the host rises, it will naturally not be too difficult to deal with.

As a little boss in a novice village, don’t ask too much for the host, okay?

It would be nice to have an opponent, what other bicycle should I need... right?"

"Ah~" Xu Xian was confused and didn't know how to answer.

What bicycle? Where did the bicycle come from? Who wants a bicycle? What is a bicycle?

No, this is not the point.

The point is...

"System, you still didn't say that Yan Song seemed to have become even worse after he was reborn. I remember that he was quite smart before!

Could it be that people who are reborn will have their brains broken because of rebirth?”

To be honest, he has been thinking about the future if he accidentally dies, he will have a chance to do it again.

However, now it seems that this rebirth is obviously a bit unreliable!

A very living person, after being reborn, turned into a fool with a disability in his mind.

People with normal IQ want to secretly imprison themselves, how could they flirt with themselves so endlessly? They just have to write about their opinions about themselves and want to make them hurt on their faces.

And...you just use my poem to squeeze me out, are you afraid that I will not find out that you are reborn or what?

Feeling Xu Xian’s true thoughts and listening to Xu Xian’s puzzled inquiry, Su Luo was speechless.

"Ahem...that... is purely the first time I worked, I was not skilled in my business.

If you practice, don’t have such high requirements. As you become proficient in your business, the chances and degrees of accidents will become smaller and smaller in the future.”

Xu Xian heard this answer inexplicably.

He looked at Yan Song, who was waiting for him to write poems with a suspicious face. Xu Xian's mind flashed with a flash of inspiration, and he felt that he had understood the answer given by the system—

The meaning of the system should be that Yan Song was the first time he was rebirth and was not very skilled. Maybe he was reborn and didn't have his own brains well.

This kind of thing will not have such a big impact when you become more and more proficient in it.

Thinking that he had figured this out, Xu Xian glanced at Yan Song with envy. It was the meaning of the system. This person is still an existence with a reborn constitution.

At least that skilled business means that you can be reborn more than once or twice.

After receiving the envy from Xu Xian's eyes, Yan Song was slightly stunned. He felt that with such a deep cunning, he could not understand what this envious look meant.

Just when Yan Song felt inexplicable, Xu Xian put down his wine glass, got up and walked to the window.

"Since Brother Wuzhong has something to say, how dare I not obey!"
To be continued...