I have loaded the simulated cultivation system

Chapter 156
At this moment in the living room, many people began to scratch their heads.

There are also those who are full of literary talents, and they directly splash pen and ink in high spirits.

Looking at their appearance, it seems that they will definitely be favored by Li Shishi.

At this time, some people secretly began to be jealous.

"Brother Wang, how is the preparation of the poem this time? Don't be laughed out of your teeth like last time."

"Hehe, Brother Qian, you're just joking. Who was the one who got laughed out of his teeth last time? Didn't he count 13 in his heart? I have to make it clear."

"Two two, we are all serious scholars, don't make a noise here and insult the gentleman."

"Although you are all very strong, I think that this time, I, Cheng, will definitely win the favor of the oiran with my poems."

"Me too."

Huh?It seems that something strange has been mixed in——

On the other hand, Jiang Ming, who was not far away, looked at this group of people who were jealous before they even started.

He couldn't help despising everyone a little in his heart.

Bah, bah, bah, that's it, a bunch of gentle scum, they just covet other girls' bodies!

With all due respect, your limericks of this level are no match for Laozi at all.

The poem is full of weeping ghosts and gods, and the pen falls to shock the world, and it is the poems of someone in Jiang!
A group of small wine bags and rice bags, how can I be my opponent.

"Brother Zhao, I also have a masterpiece here, please appreciate it." Jiang Ming said indifferently with a dusty face.

"Oh? Brother Jiang actually has it too? Then I can feast my eyes on it."

After waiting for a few seconds, Zhao Changfeng couldn't wait any longer: "Where is it, brother Jiang? Where is the masterpiece? You should show it for me to appreciate."

Jiang Ming nodded his head.

Zhao Changfeng: "In the head?"

Jiang Ming nodded again.

Zhao Changfeng: "."

Seeing the helplessness on Zhao Changfeng's face, Jiang Ming said: "To be honest, Brother Zhao, I've thought about this poem a long time ago, but my handwriting is really ugly. I think your handwriting looks pretty good. Yes, otherwise, I read you to write?"

Zhao Changfeng saw that Jiang Ming's words were all about this, so he couldn't refuse. It's just a trivial matter like ghostwriting, which is nothing more than a little effort.

Besides, Zhao Changfeng also wanted to see what Jiang Ming's poems were like.

After all, look at Jiang Ming's unconvinced face and contempt for others.

It deeply aroused Zhao Changfeng's curiosity.

Grind, lay paper.

Following Jiang Ming's words in Zhao Changfeng's ear.

Zhao Changfeng began to smudge the white paper with ink, and the last poem appeared vividly on the paper.

The handwriting is neat and tidy, and it is quite natural, quite in the style of everyone.

I have to admit that Zhao Changfeng's handwriting is quite good.

After writing this poem, Zhao Changfeng looked at Jiang Ming in surprise, the man who claimed to be Jiang Riyue.

He didn't expect that this slightly handsome man, who claimed to be a good handwriting man, would write such beautiful poems.

"Brother Jiang, please accept my brother's knee!"

At this time, Zhao Changfeng almost completely knelt down.

However, Jiang Ming hurriedly supported him, this one in front of the public was too eye-catching.

After that, Jiang Ming made a silent gesture to Zhao Changfeng.

"Shh, be quiet."

Zhao Changfeng nodded: "I understand, I understand, don't worry, brother Jiang, this poem will be a blockbuster in a while, and it will directly defeat all other competitors!"

Zhao Changfeng's face was full of confidence.

Regarding Zhao Changfeng's words, Jiang Ming didn't know whether or not.

Having been in this world for such a long time, in fact, Jiang Ming already had a certain understanding of the poems in this world.

In this world, there is a group of poetry and culture that pulls the hips.

The level of Zhao Changfeng's doggerel just now is actually more than half of the people.

Then the level of poetry of other people can be imagined.

Most of the parts are jingle-level.

Some are even worse than a jingle.

The most basic rhyming rhymes are absent.

If Jiang Ming casually translated a modern poem, he would be invincible.

One to two or three miles, four or five in Yancun.

Lili on the grass, one year and one withered.

Xiao He just showed her sharp feet, and dragonflies had already stood on her head.

Just these Tang and Song Dynasty Li Bai's poems were brought into this time and space, and they killed the batches of parallel importers in seconds.

After all the people in the living room finished writing, it was time to hand it in.

When the boy from the Hongxiu Pavilion came over to restrain himself, Jiang Mingming saw that someone actually put a bank note in the paper.

And judging from that appearance, the denomination of this bank note is quite a lot.

Among them, several wealthy and large households have done so.

Jiang Ming couldn't help but spat: "Hey, a group of hooligans who use their power when their strength is not enough, what kind of heroes are they?"

So Jiang Ming also stuffed a bank note into his poems.

Go with the flow, the ancients have long said that we can't fall behind, cough cough
Yuan Fang on the side:? ? ?
After receiving the poems written by all the spectators, Li Shishi, who was behind the curtain, left the central stage.

Jiang Ming saw it, what's the matter?This is leaving?Don't show your face?

Faceless?
I am most familiar with this routine.

Quite a year ago, on a certain well-known live streaming software, there was an anchor named His Royal Highness Qiao.
Later, it was said that even the mounds of the graves were leveled by the spraying.

Li Shishi, who was covered by tulle, glanced at the people below, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth: "Hehe, it's another group of stinky men who are greedy for their own beauty. Men are all the same."

Now that all the fish have been hooked, there is no need for her bait to stay here any longer.

Then came the waiting period for the guests.

Everyone is discussing the poems they wrote.

Some guests knew that their writing was mediocre, so they simply read it out and discussed it with others in public.

Although one's own poems may not be able to catch the eye of the Oiran girl, it is still very possible to discuss with everyone, appreciate each other, and pretend to be a wave of 13.

"Brother Zhao, listen to the poem I just wrote."

"No, at your level"

Before refusing to play, the person who just spoke directly recited his masterpiece in public.

"My family has a jujube tree, and yours has a jujube tree."

"The branches come to see each other every year, and I miss you the most."

The melon-eating crowd: "Ugh——"

"Hey, listen to me, what are you doing!"

"A round of bright moon sends lovesickness, and no one drinks half a cup of sake."

"Today the Son of Heaven ship is coming again, but I don't see Li Taibai back then,"

Jiang Ming at the side: "Brother Li Bai, is that you?"

When everyone was discussing with each other, Jiang Ming suddenly realized a problem. If he hadn't become the guest of the oiran tonight, then wouldn't he have given the silver ticket that he just stuffed for nothing? ?
(End of this chapter)