The country is unparalleled, I have achieved hundreds of millions

The vests used by Yun Yongan are all authors who have just published a book. Their number of fans may not be comparable to old guys like Qian Wushan, but their fans are definitely more active than their fans.

After all, comprehension novels are a new thing, and those who like them are basically young people.

What young people dislike the most is bondage. Qian Wushan relied on the old to sell the old, and attacked Yun Yong'an by picking words. He wanted to start a literal prison, which aroused everyone's disgust.

Soon, with his disciples and grandchildren, there was a lot of hype.

In the chaos, the first round of the Royal Poetry Contest officially started. As before, the competition does not limit the type of poetry, but this time there is a theme, light.

This is a very broad topic, which is in sharp contrast to the smog on the Internet.

In the choice of poems, Yun Yong'an did not hesitate, and chose Li Bai's "Sleepwalking in the Heavenly Elder, Yining Farewell".

Not for anything else, just to put that sentence: An Neng smashes his eyebrows and bends his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy.

He slapped Qian Wushan and the others hard.

Yun Yong'an has no reason to let him go for an old school who relies on the old and sells the old.

Poetry itself has its own power. When a poem like Yun Yongan's was smashed, many netizens who were biased began to reflect on their behavior and joined the crusade against Qian Wushan and others.

But just this is not enough.

When Qian Wushan was being suppressed by Yun Yongan, the old scholars around him, out of concern that their lips were dead and their teeth cold, attacked Yun Yongan in various ways.

From newspapers to the Internet, from works to private virtues.

Yun Yongan ushered in an all-round attack with no dead ends.

In particular, some ancient poets have disliked Yun Yongan's promotion of modern poetry for a long time.

"It's fairy tales again. If you don't dream, don't you know how to write poems?"

"Let me tell you, a person like you will never even think about joining the poetry world!"

"Why don't you apologize to Mr. Qian immediately and withdraw from the competition? Why, do you want to be ashamed and conspicuous in front of foreigners?"

……

Being attacked wildly by so many people, Yun Yongan was very upset. His cooperation with the Literary Association was smooth, but he did not expect that the Daxian Poetry Circle turned out to be like this.

What they said was so ugly that the system couldn't stand it.

Brush the mission out directly.

【Counterattack Mission: What is Light】

[Mission description: Vested interests have turned the poetry world into a pool of stagnant water. As an innovator, all you have to do is to lift their lids to reveal the rotten sewage inside.The light needs to be fought, let's go, go through the deepest hell, and then go straight to heaven. 】

[Task requirements: Use poetry to make them speechless and have nothing to say. 】

[Task Reward: Camouflage System Upgrade]

This time, even if there is no system, Yun Yongan will not let them go, let alone the system, Yun Yongan has no reason to let go.

If you want poetry, right? If you want modern poetry, yes, I will satisfy you.

Yun Yongan boarded his tuba and wrote down the words "Dead Water".

This is a ditch of desperate stagnant water,

The breeze can't blow the slightest ripple.

It's better to throw more broken copper and iron,
Sprinkle your leftovers in a refreshing manner.

Maybe the copper should be green to emerald,
A few peach blossoms are rusted out on the tin can;
Let the greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
The mold steamed some clouds for him.

Let the dead water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Floating with white foam like pearls;
The laughter of the little beads turned into big beads,
He was bitten by a mosquito who stole wine again.

Such a ditch of desperate stagnant water,

It's a bit vivid.

If the frog can't stand loneliness,
Counting stagnant water cried out singing again.

This is a ditch of desperate stagnant water,

This is definitely not the place of beauty,
It's better to let the ugly to cultivate,
See what kind of world it creates.

At the end of the poem, Yun Yongan typed a line of big characters.

This is only a gift to the place where Qian Wushan is located, the great, bright, and crystal-clear world of great virtuous poetry.

The poem is full of stagnant water, and the words are full of praise. This is the most bitter irony.

Qian Wushan and his old friends were gathering together to celebrate, when a young disciple suddenly ran in with a panicked expression.

Qian Wushan lost face in front of his old friends, so he hurriedly questioned: "Si Er, I have told you many times, you have to calm down, don't worry, what happened, speak slowly, Master, I Come to help you solve it."

"That's right," the old man with the same gray hair sitting opposite Qian Wushan said with a smile while holding a teacup. "There is nothing in this world that our old brothers can't solve."

"Yun, Yun Yongan." The young disciple managed to catch his breath, "He sent a poem."

Qian Wushan laughed loudly when he heard the words, "What am I supposed to do? Didn't I just post a poem? Let me see if he can turn the world upside down!"

The master begged for it, and the young disciple didn't dare to neglect, so he quickly handed over the phone.

Qian Wushan put on his presbyopic glasses, looked at Yun Yongan's poems on Weibo, his face became paler and paler, and saw the last sentence: This is only a gift to the place where Qian Wushan is, that great, bright, clear and clear At the bottom of the great sage poetry circle.

Qian Wushan couldn't control his emotions any longer, he threw his mobile phone to the ground hard, and the mobile phone immediately turned into parts all over the place.

The young disciple was heartbroken, but he didn't dare to be angry with his master. When he was secretly scolding Yun Yong'an, he suddenly felt his face was warm and his eyes were full of red.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that it was his master who suddenly sprayed blood and sprayed it on his face.

"Ah, Master, are you okay, save someone, call 120 quickly."

Their reaction speed is fast enough, but unfortunately, Qian Wushan is old, plus he usually indulges in drinking and sex, and does not pay attention to maintaining his body, he has already run out of fuel.

Under Yun Yongan's stimulation, he spurted blood from his mouth and died without treatment.

After many news reported this matter, other poets retreated one after another.

It has long been heard that the ancients can use pens to make knives, Zhuge Liang scolded Wang Lang to death.

But it was the first time they saw a poem that made a person vomit blood and die.

After some poets found out that they had kicked the iron plate, they began to back off, silently deleting their numbers and leaving.

There are also some who have a deep friendship with Qian Wushan, and they are not willing to let Yun Yongan go like this, and they have issued articles condemning them, asking Yun Yongan to give an explanation.

Ask Yun Yongan to give an answer.

Seeing these articles, Yun Yongan sneered, typed a line, and sent it out.

You attacked first, I was just forced to fight back, and I didn't do anything excessive, no verbal abuse, no cyber violence, and no personal attacks.

Just speak with your mouth and write with a pen.

You want me to give an answer, right? Well, I will give you an answer.