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I thought it was a big guy who played word games, but it turned out to be just a three-ass B, as long as he can connect, then he can connect as he wants.

The people of the Poetry School didn't think so, they were too worried about Chen Feng.

In the eyes of literati, artists are the kind of people who are not well-educated and want to make quick money.

"What should I do? In fact, the current score is equivalent to 1:0."

"That's right, the current situation is too unfavorable for our poetic faction. We are equivalent to 7 people fighting against 8 people on the other side."

"I don't know if Chen Feng can help."

"Don't be too pessimistic, you can see that the songs he wrote are very artistic, at least I can't imitate them."

"Brother, if you hold back for a few years, you can produce a few good poems. As long as you think about it repeatedly, you will definitely be able to produce good works."

"No and no, artistic creation, like literary creation, mostly comes from inspiration, but now the comparison is who has accumulated more, not who is more creative."

"Hey..."

......

The people of the Poetry School were once again frowning. In their eyes, Chen Feng was equivalent to -1, not even 0.

On the other hand, Wang Bingcheng had a confident smile on his face. In his eyes, Chen Feng was sure to lose, and he was already the best candidate for the defeat.

He even made up his mind that he would post an article on the Internet tomorrow, making the video and news of him defeating Chen Feng public.

Although reporters are not allowed in the poetry conference, there is no rule that participants of the poetry conference cannot post videos and articles.

Wang Bingcheng wanted to make good use of every loophole to speed up his position and status in the poetry world, and he even put on an appearance of giving in to Chen Feng.

"Chen Feng, let you be right first, don't turn around and say that I bullied you."

......

Chapter 152

Chen Feng didn't take it seriously, it didn't matter to him first or last.

"Come on, don't ink."

Chen Feng's words were like a humiliation to the Ci school, saying that a literati's ink marks were the biggest belittlement of him.

Wang Bingcheng narrowed his eyes.

"Chen Feng, Hou Men is as deep as the sea, please continue the next sentence."

"A branch of red apricot came out of the wall."

Chen Feng began to chant while shaking his head.

Ga?

"As soon as Hou Men entered the deep sea, a branch of red apricot came out of the wall?"

Chen Feng's words stunned everyone in the hall.

quickly!

puff!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....

In the entire hall, the people from the Ci School were already laughing, and the people from the Poetry School had complex expressions. They really wanted to laugh, but they couldn't laugh at themselves.

"Let's not talk about the previous ones, but a branch of red apricot is not what you think it is at all, right?"

"Chen Feng, you're making me laugh so hard!"

"It's so fucking rhyming."

"awesome."

The literati on the side of the Ci School laughed so hard that they started to burst out.

Ling Bingyan has black lines all over her head, this...is not right at all.

Wang Bingcheng was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"Once Hou Men entered Deep Like the Sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby from now on. This is a poem. As a representative of the school of poetry, don't you know this?"

"Correct, Wang Bingcheng is amazing!"

The people of the Ci school were very excited. Chen Feng answered what it was, and felt that it insulted the poems that have been passed down for thousands of years and insulted the sage poets.

"Awesome, as expected of Wang Bingcheng."

"No problem, I've heard this poem before!"

"Not to mention, Wang Bingcheng has collected the strengths of hundreds of schools, not only has a deep knowledge of Ci, but also has a strong accumulation of poetry."

Ling Bingyan couldn't help but feel admiration. Although Wang Bingcheng is a poet, his accumulation of poems is really good.

Looking at Chen Feng again, he was standing there without embarrassment, but with a smile on his face.

As expected of an artist, he has a thick skin.

At this moment, Chen Feng opened his mouth.

"You asked me to answer your last sentence just now, but you didn't say how to answer it."

This...

Everyone suddenly remembered the sentence Chen Feng asked just now, "As long as it can be connected?"

It turned out that he was waiting here, but just like Wang Bingcheng of the Ci school just used loopholes in the words to formulate the poetry school, Chen Feng's words also made Wang Bingcheng a routine.

When the people of the Poetry School heard Chen Feng's words, they undoubtedly clapped their hands in praise.

"Yes, you can play word games with us, and we can do the same in reverse."

"That's right, so everyone is back on the same starting line."

"It seems that Chen Feng's success today is not only due to good luck, but also because of his very clever mind."

"This is what we should learn."

......

Because the people of the Ci school had their own mistakes first, it was difficult for them to refute Chen Feng's words.

Wang Bingcheng continued, "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road."

Hearing this, many poets began to discuss in a low voice. As poets, this is the foundation.

"A group of egrets go up to the blue sky." Chen Feng didn't even think about it.

I knock!

A silence.

Then, the frying pan was instantly fried in the hall.

Some literati laughed and patted the table, and some laughed so hard that they could see their stomachs.

"Kneel to the boss"

"I'm dying of laughter, outside the long pavilion, by the side of the ancient road, a group of egrets go up to the blue sky, amazing!"

"Why do I think Fang Cao Bi Lian Tian is better?"

People from the Ci school were complaining about the ancients, but Ling Bingyan had already covered her face with her hands.

What a shame!

She took Chen Feng's hand.

"Teacher Chen, take a break, don't be wrong."

The people from Ci School also booed, please sit down.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Is there something that doesn't rhyme? Or is the artistic conception inconsistent?"

Hey!

As soon as Chen Feng's words came out, needles could be heard in the hall.

What he said is indeed true. Although these two sentences are not in the original text, they are impeccable in terms of artistic conception or rhyme.

Some of the ci faction were dissatisfied, and opened their mouths and said, "Chen Feng took the question and raised his head to look at the bright moon."

This is the simplest poem, elementary school students can understand it, and everyone wants to hear what Chen Feng can do right.

Chen Feng said flatly: "Hang the southeast branch yourself!"

There was no sound in the hall, this...

Another person asked: "There are beautiful women in the north."

Chen Feng continued: "Hang the southeast branch yourself!"

"Hahaha, I'm laughing. There are beauties in the north who want to hang the southeast branch by themselves. It is obviously peerless and independent."

"But I think self-hanging southeast branch rhymes more."

"Don't have a bad taste."

......

In the hall, literati began to express their different opinions.

"There are no people in the empty mountain?"

As soon as the people from the Ci faction finished asking, the voices of many people rang out in the hall at the same time.

"Self-hanging the southeast branch."

Ling Bingyan was dumbfounded, she had learned everything.

At this moment, Wang Bingcheng's complexion was very ugly, and this was too six, it was impeccable at all.

"Why do you always hang the southeast branch yourself?"

There was doubt in his tone.

Chen Feng laughed.

"The key is that your questions are good, and you can get them all."

This...

Wang Bingcheng was silent. He had to come up with a question that Chen Feng couldn't answer.

The people of the Poetry School returned to their old smiles again. They only had one feeling, and they wanted to hear Chen Feng's poems, just like those people in the Ci School were anxious to get angry, but they looked helpless against Chen Feng.

Seeing that Wang Bingcheng didn't speak, the rest of the Ci faction stood up quickly. They didn't want to give Chen Feng a chance to hang up the southeast branch, and they wanted to try their best to make Chen Feng unable to hang up.

"Chen Feng listened to the questions, and his ambition was to eat the meat of the barbarians."

Chen Feng said with a smile: "I advise you to drink more wine."

The people of the Ci school continued to ask: "There are still songs and dances under the beauty's tent."

Chen Feng continued to smile.

"Penglai Articles Jianan Bone."

There were also Cipai people who stood up.

"Laugh up to the sky and go out?"

Chen Feng said: "No one knows that it's litchi."

The questions were asked quickly, and Chen Feng answered very quickly. You came and went, quickly and swiftly. For a while, everyone was shocked by Chen Feng's reaction, and no one laughed at Chen Feng anymore.

This is so handsome!

Is this the famous scene of the Poetry Conference?

More and more people want to pose questions to Chen Feng.

"When you see an injustice on the road, give a yell?"

Chen Feng smiled right.

"Dung soil was once tens of thousands of households."