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Chapter 254 It's okay, I'm also a drama star

Surprised!
Xu Xian was indeed shocked!
However, what surprised him was not Yan Song who wrote a poem sympathizing with farmers that the audience applauded.

What really surprised Xu Xian was the sound of the system that sounded in his mind simultaneously when Yan Song started his performance.
"Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey."

The system's neither sad nor happy voice sounded in Xu Xian's mind at the same time as Yan Song's, neither a bit faster nor a bit slower, which made Xu Xian almost unable to restrain the shock in his heart.

"System, you... how do you know this poem that Yan Song just wrote?"

Yes.

This poem came to this world for the first time from Yan Song's mouth.

Of course, Yan Song knew that he plagiarized.

And the object of his plagiarism was Xu Xian Xu Hanwen who made him jealous for two lifetimes.

If he didn't have this place of his own, this poem would be read by Xu Xian himself at this poetry meeting.

Although this poem is not very good, it is this poem that seems to have opened a certain door, allowing Xu Xian to rise above poetry and poetry, and finally grow into a sage of literature and Taoism. A Kong Sheng, honored as the existence of Xu Zi.

However, Yan Song knew it, but Xu Xian didn't.

So he thought that this poem was written by Yan Song, so he didn't understand why the system would know the poem Yan Song just wrote.

Could it be that the system can still read the thoughts of the people around him?

Of course, this doubt did not last long in Xu Xian's mind.

After he asked this question, the system interface popped up in front of his eyes, and a poem appeared on the interface.

This poem, word by word, is exactly what Yan Song read just now.

In addition, there are two other songs, he can only see the names, but not the complete content.

"Compassion for Farmers", Tang, Li Shen.

This is the name of the poem that Yan Song read just now, because this poem was introduced into Xu Xian's ears from Yan Song's mouth, and it was a poem that Xu Xian obtained by himself, so the price in the system space has become free.

The other two poems, also written by Li Shen and also titled "Compassion for Farmers", require a little awesome value in exchange.

Yes, the system explained, packaged sales, buy one get two free, and the three songs of pity for farmers only need a little awesome value.

Of course, there are only two songs left now, Xu Xian still needs a little awesome value if he wants to buy them.

Systematic saying: no counter-offer for gifts, not for sale!

but.

These are not the point.

For Xu Xian who still owes the system nearly 99 awesome points, and for Xu Xian who just spent [-] awesome points this morning to change the memory of Xiaotiangou, don't say anything , even if it is three awesome points, he doesn't care.

What really caught his attention was the signature of the poem that Yan Song had just read.

Tang, Li Shen.

Tang, managed according to the signature of the poem, this Tang is obviously a dynasty, a dynasty he has never heard of.

And Li Shen is obviously the original author of this poem.

Then the problem came, he moved a seven-step poem, and let that song boiled beans and burned Osmunda come into this world.

Then why did this poem, which was obviously written by Li Shen, come into this world from Yan Song's mouth?
Could it be that this Yan Song is the reincarnation of that Li Shen?
Xu Xian pondered for a long time, but still couldn't find the answer.

At this time, feeling the chaotic thoughts in Xu Xian's heart, Su Luo suddenly felt a sense of oppression in terms of IQ, and even in terms of culture and knowledge.

Well, don't talk about this feeling, it's really cool!

"Host, don't think about it anymore, the system can tell you the answer." One sentence made Xu Xian happy, and the voice that followed made Xu Xian almost turn pale, "It doesn't matter if you can't think of it, is it right?" Knowledge limits your imagination!"

With Xu Xian's dark face, Su Luo told him the real answer.

"Host, do you know. Rebirth?"

"Rebirth?"

Despite his dark face, Xu Xian became interested after hearing this seemingly high-level vocabulary.

"Yes, rebirth!"

Xu Xian: "o((⊙﹏⊙))o what is rebirth?"

System: "Rebirth means that at the moment of death, bring all the memories of this life, return to a certain node in life, and do it again!"

"puff!"

When hearing this important news, Xu Xian couldn't hold back and spit out the wine that was in his mouth.

Seeing Xu Xian spit out the wine he drank into his mouth, Yan Song felt his whole heart tremble violently—has he discovered something?

However, Xu Xian didn't care about Yan Song's fear at all.

At this time, all his attention was focused on communicating with the system.

"System, you mean. You mean rebirth, after the end of life, you can return to a certain moment in your life with the memory of a lifetime, and bring this life back?"

Thinking that one day, when my life came to an end, after death came, I opened my eyes, and I went back to bah bah bah, I was only seventeen.

Then... When I opened my eyes, I went back to the time when I was 16 years old.

If this is true, wouldn't he be able to foresee everything in the future, and rely on this kind of foresight to constantly strengthen himself?
Snatching other people's opportunities and holding everything that is beneficial to you, how can you not reach the pinnacle of life?
Thinking of his pride, Xu Xian couldn't help but think that it would be great if he could be reborn once his life came to an end.

"Host, if necessary, the system can send you to be reborn before binding the system, free service!"

Just when Xu Xian's mind was drifting away, Su Luo's voice rang in his ears.

In an instant, Xu Xian regained consciousness like a drunk who had been poured with cold water.

What rebirth is not rebirth, with the memory of a lifetime, does it have its own system that works?

"System. The rebirth you mentioned, do you mean?"

Xu Xian is not a fool.

There is a poem about pity farmers in my system space, and I came here to participate in Yan Song's poetry meeting, but Yan Song recited this poem by himself first.

But now, the system even talked about rebirth to him, so how could Xu Xian not think of it.

If this Yan Song is a reborn person, from the future.

So why is it impossible for him to know the poems exchanged from the system space by himself?

Thinking about it, Xu Xian unconsciously picked up the wine glass in his hand.

"Host, it is recommended to take an antidote before drinking this cup."

The cold voice in his head made Xu Xian's hand holding the wine glass freeze in the air.

This action made Yan Song, who was secretly observing Xu Xian's reaction, feel tight again.

I won't really find out!
I just came back, and the memory in my mind has not yet been transformed into strength. If I tear my face at this time, the situation will be very bad for me!
However, just when he was worried, he saw Xu Xian continue to raise his stopped hand, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Seeing this, Yan Song let out a sigh of relief.

"Huh! Scared the baby to death!"

On the other side, after hearing the system's prompt, Xu Xian almost threw the one in his hand on the ground.

Antidote?No need to ask, he can deduce that there is poison in his cup.

At first, I thought that Yan Song wanted to lose face, but now it seems that Yan Song's banquet is not trying to lose face, it is completely for his own life!
However, before Xu Xian got mad, Su Luo stopped him.

"The host is safe and calm, the wine in this glass is not fatal."

Hearing that his life was not wanted, the anger in Xu Xian's heart eased a little, but he was still unhappy.

then
"The wine in the cup is called Qixing Duanhun San, and it is a kind of strange medicine in the ghost realm, which is specially designed to subdue the soul.

This poison is not harmful to ordinary people. Drinking too much will only cause the illusion of being lethargic as if you were drunk, and you will even feel refreshed after waking up.

But for orthodox practitioners, it is highly poisonous.

This medicine enters the body and reacts with the true essence of the practitioner, and can be quickly transformed into toxins that corrode the soul.

There is no damage to the body, and the soul will dissipate little by little under the poison, leaving behind an unconscious physical body.

It is one of the good medicines for ghost cultivators, and monks below the fairyland are not immune. "

Xu Xian: "."

Hearing the system's explanation, Xu Xian felt that if the system hadn't been in front of him, he would definitely have smashed the girl's face with what he was holding.

It doesn't hurt ordinary people, the question is is he an ordinary person?
He also has real energy in his body, that is to say, after drinking so much, his soul is actually being corroded bit by bit?
Thinking of this, Xu Xian couldn't help scolding his mother, this bastard system, knew that he was poisoned and didn't remind him early.

The host is dead, isn't it good for you!

"The "Da Yan Zhen Jing" cultivated by the host has the miraculous effect of immunity to all poisons in the world, but because of the status of the host, the strength is too weak, and the degree of immunity is limited.

If the host no longer drinks alcohol, the toxins accumulated in the body are not enough to cause harm to the host.

The idea is to refine this poison with the Da Yan Jing Jing, which can transform the true essence and make the host break through the current state. "

It was this sentence that made Xu Xian no longer hesitate.

I exchanged for a poison elixir, took it out and directly chose the mouth.

The elixir melted in the mouth, and then Xu Xian drank the poisonous wine in one gulp without hesitation.

Seeing Xu Xian drink another glass, Yan Song let go of his hanging heart, picked up his own wine glass, and walked towards Xu Xian.

"Brother Han Wen, what do you think of the song "Mercy for Farmers" just now?
I heard that brother Hanwen has a poem in seven steps, why not write a poem today for everyone to taste together? "

Although he was asked to compose a poem, Yan Song seemed to inadvertently picked up the wine glass and filled it up for Xu Xian. The wine glass in his hand touched the wine glass in front of Xu Xian, and then drank it down in one gulp.

Throughout the whole process, there was no abnormality, and it was natural, as if it was a drinking conversation between friends.

Seeing this, Xu Xian secretly praised the good acting, and also calmly raised the wine glass, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Fortunately, I am also an actor!
After draining the wine in the glass, Xu Xian got up and smiled at Yan Song.

"Brother Weizhong, I don't know why, I just listened to your song "Pity the Peasant", and I couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy in my heart, as if Brother Weizhong just wrote a poem and said everything I thought in my heart."

As he spoke, Xu Xian showed a hint of doubt on his face at the right time.

Seeing this, Yan Song's face was moved, and he sneered in his heart: Hmph!That is your poem, it would be strange not to have this feeling.

Just when Yan Song thought that Xu Xian would have no words to say because he had robbed him of his lines, and he would lose face once before he died, but Xu Xian suddenly changed his voice.

"It's just that, although Brother Weizhong expressed what was in my heart, there was a feeling that I couldn't say it all.

So, let me make a fool of myself! "

"Plant one grain of millet in spring, and harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn. There is no idle land in the world, and the peasants still starve to death!"

As soon as the same song "Compassion for the Peasants" came out, Yan Song's complexion changed slightly.

This Xu Chinese language is really good at poetry.

I snatched one of his poems "Compassion for Farmers", and immediately composed another poem that I had never heard in my previous life.

Although I don't want to admit it, I have to say that I am indeed slightly inferior to him in terms of poetry.

just
Before Yan Song could finish his thoughts, Xu Xian glanced at him, smiled, and continued to read another song.

"Helping the plow on the ridge, growing hunger with hands. Under the window, the weaving shuttle girl, who weaves with hands and has no clothes. I wish Yan Zhaoshu would turn into a maiden. A smile is worthless, and the country is naturally fertile."

"Bah!"

Watching Xu Xian compose poems on the spot with a calm face on the same theme as the one he just wrote "Mercy for the Peasants", two poems at a time, one with five-character quatrains and one with five-character verses, Yan Song was so frightened that the wine glass he planted fell on the ground. on the ground.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit it.

In terms of poetic talent, I am not only a little behind Xu Hanwen.

But
Just, so what!
No matter how talented Xu Hanwen is, what can he do, he is about to die in his own hands!
Thinking of it this way, the envy, jealousy and hatred in Yan Song's heart disappeared instantly.

Turned into a kind of winner in life who is about to reap everything.

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