Sorry, I’m Cheating

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Many women, Great Sage, have small stars in their eyes, cast admiring gazes at Qin Mu, glaring frantically.

I have to say that the poems written by Qin Mu are still a bit level and can be called a talented person.

The Dark Moon Messenger was slightly nodded, and recognized Qin Mu’s achievements. In any case, Qin Mu’s poems can be matched. Although not perfect, they are considered excellent works.

“Next!” The Dark Moon Envoy whispered.

Time passed, after Qin Mu finished speaking, no other Great Sage stood up for a while.

About one minute later, among the crowd, a beautiful woman who looked like a peach blossom came out, the lotus step model, graceful and graceful, it was the magic Heavenly Saint Sect Saintess, the 100-flower Great Sage.

With a touch of sorrow hung on her beautiful face, she chanted in a low voice: “Twilight has been in the morning for a few days, and I think See how is more sad.”

100 Flowers Great Sage’s poems are relatively short, but they can’t hide her talent.

The two short lines of poem reveal deep feelings of resentment.

Darkmoon messenger is nodded again and again, and has a high rating for 100 Flower Great Sage.

In terms of performance, the 100-flower Great Sage may be able to surpass the Holy Son Qin Mu in the Sun God Temple.

Qin Mu’s expression was a little ugly, it seemed that there was a talented woman who didn’t expect to make such an excellent poem.

With a sound of “sou”, after the 100th Great Sage, another beauty who appeared like a heavenly immortal came out, but it was the Treasured Young Lady of the Murong Aristocratic Family, Murong Yan.

The poems of boudoir complaints are perfect for women, just like the situation of many women.

In the fantasy world, many male martial artists are roaming outside, and the wife at home misses it naturally and is prone to feelings of resentment.

In addition, the men on Great Desolate Continent are basically three wives and four concubines, and it is easy to neglect some of them.

In the long-term neglect, it is normal to complain.

“My Dada’s horseshoe walked by in the dark moon, the spring breeze does not come, the catkins does not fly, my heart is like a lonely solitary city. My appearance may be a mistake, cover me with a deep curtain, you are 9 days away Star River, butterflies fly outside my window, falling like raindrops.” Murong Yanlian walked through the crowd and read a rather stunning modern poem.

Her poems have a unique style, no special rhythm, no rhyme, but the use of imagery is amazing, conveying a faint sorrow in the boudoir.

“Absolutely! Good poem! Good poem! Where did this girl come from? How come I have never seen it before?”

“Her dress looks like Murong Aristocratic Family’s Young Lady Murong Yan, but isn’t her appearance dreamlike? How can I see it now?”

The crowd admired Murong Yan’s performance again and again. There is no doubt that the cultural literacy displayed by Murong Yan is not generally high.

What is even more strange is that Murong Yan’s appearance has torn away the mysterious veil, presenting the real appearance in front of everyone.

Murong Yan’s talents have been recognized by everyone. The Dark Moon Messenger from Saint King Realm was nodded again and again, thinking that Murong Yan’s achievements were outstanding.

However, the poetry competition continues, and many Great Sage present have published their own poems.

Even if it’s some crappy poems or limericks, there is no way, anyway, a poem is going to be published.

With the ebbing of time, in the blink of an eye, more than 600 people completed their poems.

The remaining few 100 people are basically rough guys, rash guys, and they don’t have much culture. They can’t even make limericks and can only give up.

Among the 600 or so people who wrote poems, each poem is registered.

The Darkmoon Messenger took out a booklet that compiled the poems of the contestants into a book.

In the end, it is not the Darkmoon Envoy alone who can decide who gets the best results. It is necessary to call other Darkmoon Envoys for a meeting.

After all, poetry is too subjective, and there is no fixed scoring standard, so it is better to call more Darkmoon Messengers to score together.

Most of the educated Great Sage present have completed the creation of poems, but Ye Qing is the only one who still looks like a serene, constantly waving the folding fan in his hand.

The dark moon messenger’s gaze is projected, paying attention to Ye Qing’s situation. In the dark moon messenger’s impression, Ye Qing is an out-and-out talented person who can definitely make better poems.

If it was someone else, the Dark Moon Messenger would not take the initiative to ask, Ye Qing would be different.

“Sorry, Darkmoon Messenger, I would like to ask, can I submit a lot of poems? Regarding the poems on the subject of complaints, I can write 3000 poems casually!” Ye Qing said rather arrogantly.

Hearing Ye Qing’s arrogant remarks, Dark Moon Envoy was a little confused.

A poem by others is choking, Ye Qing is directly 3000? That’s a bit too exaggerated!

“Tang Bohu, then I will give you ten minutes. How many poems you can make depends on your level!” Darkmoon Messenger said slowly.

Ye Qing laughed, as far as the level of poetry is concerned, if he calls it No. 2, no one dares to be No. 1 in the entire Great Desolate Continent!

When he was on Earth, Ye Qing was familiar with Three Hundred Tang Poems.

Ye Qing can basically recite all kinds of Tang poems and Song Ci!

After coming to Great Desolate Continent, Ye Qing received Divine Level Perception, and his attainments in various poems became even more profound!

There are 3000 songs, which is quite small. In Ye Qing’s memory, let alone 3000 songs, even 30000 can be said.

Stepping out, Ye Qing gently waved a folding fan in his hand, graceful, and slowly said: “If life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for leisure, but the heart of the people, but the heart of the people is easy to change. “

One of Ye Qing’s poems was said to be amazing to the audience, making people nodded and amazed!

Compared with Ye Qing, the previous poems are completely scum.

Cracking a joke, Ye Qing is a crossing over on Earth, the Chinese nation, with a rich cultural heritage, a variety of poems and songs, displayed in the fantasy world, that is, shocking and stunning, no one can surpass.

The dark moon messenger’s eyes were surprised, didn’t expect Ye Qing really has such an amazing innate talent, can make such a wonderful poem!

Every word is exquisite, the artistic conception is timeless, the meaning is profound, the aftertaste is endless, and the lingering sound surrounds the beam!

“Tang Bohu, don’t you have other poems? Why not speak out and listen?” The Dark Moon Envoy said.

Ye Qing slightly smiled, meeting the dark moon messenger’s request, waved the folding fan in his hand, and slowly said: “The screen window sunset is gradually going to dusk, and no one sees tears in the golden house. The lonely empty garden is in the evening of spring, and the pear blossoms will not open the door.”

It is another classic poem of grievances, which perfectly fits the theme. The two poems created by Ye Qing are undoubtedly shocking and stunning, with 2 stunning poems!

In the crowd, the 100-flower Great Sage and Murong Yan both had brilliant eyes and admired Ye Qing.

Ye Qing’s talents are impressive. Both the 100-flower Great Sage and Murong Yan are well-known ladies, and normally they like to chant poems, and Ye Qing’s innate talent in poetry undoubtedly conquered them.

“Tang Bohu, your two poems are of very high level, are there others?” The Darkmoon Envoy asked again.

In the dark moon messenger’s big beautiful eyes, flashing all the way, full of expectation.

From the Dark Moon Envoy, Ye Qing is definitely the most literate and literary among the Great Sage present!

“Of course, my boudoir poems can speak from day to night, as long as you are willing to listen, 3000 to 30000 capital is no problem.” Ye Qing indifferently smiled, folding fan demeanor, modest gentleman’s demeanor, admirable.