Weird World of Immortality

Zhou Fan had never had such an embarrassing moment, he wanted to escape the academy immediately.

Even if he chose the path, he would still meet some civilian teachers in the academy. Those civilian teachers opened their mouths and taught him earnestly and let him not give up writing poems and lyrics.

Fortunately, the gate of the academy is far away.

Only at this moment Li Chungniang stopped him.

"Big Brother Zhou." Li Chungniang said with a suppressed smile, "Is it possible that you heard this song "Slow Voice, Xun Xun Mi Mi" from an old Taoist who passed by the village?"

Zhou Fan told her before that "Chrysanthemum Terrace" was heard from some old Taoist priest.

Zhou Fan's eyes jumped and he said, "You know it too? How many people did Du Ni tell about this?"

"The whole city knows it." Li Chungniang couldn't help but chuckle: "Big Brother Zhou, you can't go out like this, or you won't want to go home tonight."

"Why?" Zhou Fan asked in a daze.

"Because there are a lot of people waiting for Big Brother Zhou outside." Li Chungniang glanced in the direction of the gate of the academy.

"Who's waiting for me?" Zhou Fan felt worse in his heart.

"Those scholars who want to convince you not to give up writing poetry." Li Chungniang's eyes were full of smiles, she paused and said, "And some ladies from large and small families in the city."

"I don't find it strange to be a scholar, but what the **** are the ladies?" Zhou Fan asked in a daze.

Li Chungniang said: "Big Brother Zhou's song "Slow Voice, Xun Xun Mi Mi" expresses the lonely, sad and sad mood of those ladies who live alone, and they have been cited by them as a great confidant in life, they just want to see you, See what you look like..."

"If I look good, you still want to include me as the guest of honor, right?" Zhou Fan said angrily. He didn't expect that he wrote a poem and became a friend of women.

"It's not impossible." The corners of Li Chungniang's mouth twitched slightly, and she endured so hard that she didn't laugh out loud.

"Where is that **** Du Ni?" Zhou Fan was so angry that he must kill the bastard.

Only Du Ni has seen that poem, so it must have been passed down by Du Ni.

At this moment, Du Nizheng was reprimanded by his teacher Zhongtian with a look of grievance.

Zhong Tian held the piece of paper with the words "Slow Voice, Xun Xun Mi Mi" written on it. He glared at Du Ni and scolded: "How can you spread his lyrics indiscriminately without Zhou Fan's consent?"

"It's just nonsense...and spread it all over the city within a day."

As the actual principal of the vice president of Gaoxiang Academy, sometimes he is too busy to stop, so Zhongtian is the group of people who know about it the latest.

"It's true that I'm wrong about this." Du Ni said frankly, "But if I tell Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou will definitely disagree, and I don't want Brother Zhou to waste his great talent in poetry..."

"Shut up." Zhongtian couldn't help laughing and crying: "Do not do to others what you do not want to do to others, do you want me to teach you?"

"Don't do to others what you don't want to do to others, of course I understand that, but if I have this kind of talent, I would naturally want to write ten songs and a hundred songs every day, so that my name can be sung around the world, teacher, this is what I want to do to myself. people." Du Ni argued with a serious face.

Zhongtian: "..."

Zhongtian was too lazy to talk nonsense with Du Ni, and he was unable to turn him back after debating with him for three days and three nights. Zhongtian ordered him to apologize to Zhou Fan tomorrow, and only kicked him out of the room after he agreed.

After Du Ni left, Zhongtian looked down at the poem on the paper in his hand, and he muttered to himself: "Xun Xun Mi Mi... It's so well written, such a euphemistic and desolate poem, I can't believe it was written by someone else. The hand of a man, is this the so-called innate talent?"

The elder brother asked him to record the affairs of all the members of the Gaoxiang County Class A class. He had already ordered reliable people to do it. It seems that Zhou Fan wrote a poem like this, even if it had nothing to do with the things the elder brother explained to him, But the big brother told me that there was no big or small thing, and he didn't know what was important.

Naturally, everything has to be reported.

He sat in the room for a while, and the people below really sorted out what the members of Class A did in the academy today and sent them over.

Zhongtian opened it and browsed it again. Today was the first day, but some people were already absent. The one who was absent was a row and a deep wrinkle. The rest came to the academy to study.

This made Zhongtian frown slightly. As the secret disciples of the White Elephant Temple, it was not surprising that they did not come, but they did not come to the deep frown...

Zhongtian shook his head. Maybe there were other arrangements. After all, this was not a mandatory requirement. If he didn't come, he would not be able to monitor it. He could only inquire about what they were doing in the future.

It is not easy to track these people, and it is even more unclear when it is discovered that the academy did it.

Zhongtian also found that as he thought, Zhou Fan's writing of a poem was recorded by the people below. He was very satisfied and nodded slightly, so that it met his requirements.

After confirming that there is no problem, Zhongtian handed the record to the person below and sent it to the senior brother.

Such things naturally cannot use the official family's messaging system, but the academies, the Great Buddhist Temple, and the family have their own messaging systems, and they will use their own messaging systems when delivering news they don't want to know to the official family~www.wuxiaspot .com~ The speed of the communication system built on the basis of message symbols and syllables is not slow. As for the cost, it is still affordable for a force like the academy.

After finishing this matter, Zhongtian was busy with other academy affairs. When he was holding the lamp in the middle of the night, the jade pendant around his waist emitted a faint silver light.

Zhongtian put the brush into the pen holder, and then picked up the jade pendant and glanced at it. He was a little surprised, and quickly tapped the jade pendant and said respectfully, "Senior brother."

"Junior brother, is that "Slow Voice" really written by Zhou Fan?" Duanmu Xiaohong asked.

Zhongtian said: "This is what my disciple saw with his own eyes, there should be no fake."

Zhongtian explained the matter in detail. The title of the poem was selected temporarily, and Zhou Fan wrote it on the spot, ruling out the possibility of hiring someone to write it in advance.

This poem is written so well, and they have never read this poem before because of their talent, so naturally it will not be copied from a certain poetry collection.

Duanmu Xiaohong sighed after listening to it, "I didn't expect Zhou Fan to have such talent, such a delicate woman's resentment mentality. I'm afraid there will never be such a poem that surpasses this poem ever again."

Zhongtian was silent for a while and said, "What the senior brother said is very true."

"This poem is worthy of the name of everyone. We were born in the same generation as these words. It is our great fortune and our misfortune." Duanmu Xiaohong said with a bit of joy: "This kind of poetry is even if it is written. Not long ago, I saw the "Chrysanthemum Terrace" written by the candidate named Zhou Juhua, which was also slightly inferior, but it was graceful and bold, and this comparison seemed a bit inappropriate..."

"..." Zhongtian interrupted with a light cough: "Senior brother, "Chrysanthemum Terrace" was also written by Zhou Fan, and Zhou Juhua is just his nickname."

Duanmu Xiaohong: "..."