I, the protagonist Goldfinger

Bright moon

It sounds really simple, but the simple is not simple

Because the poems about Mingyue have long been written down, they are all routines, and it is very difficult to write new ideas.

Not only have to be innovative, but also have the level, otherwise it will not be able to convince the public

This topic is like wine, if it is well written, it is very good, but if it is badly written, it is very bad.

But this topic is very friendly to Lin Beifan, because he has too many poems about Mingyue, and just one or two poems are handed down, it is not easy to hang a group of warriors

This place, he packed

Chapter 158

Empress Wuzhao shouted in her heart: "System elf, give me a poem that is handed down immediately.

OK, 1000 million value points, handed down poetry to take home

So expensive? You charged me 1000 million worth of points for a poem of less than a hundred words, and an average of 10 worth of points per word. System wizard, won't your conscience hurt?

Host, the account can’t be calculated like this! You have to think about it, the handed down poetry can get you at least a cup of drunken brew. Isn’t this cup of drunken brew worth 1000 million? 1000 million things, that's 2000 million, 3000 million or even 4000 million!" Lin Beifan said solemnly

Alright, credit me!" Wu Zhao waved weakly

With such a greedy system elf on the stall, she is very tired, and she will never love her.

After receiving Lin Beifan's poems, Wu Zhao raised his hand confidently: "I have a poem, please taste it.

It turned out to be Du Tianjiao, please recite your poems!" Shopkeeper Wang said with a smile

Du Yueshan stood up, walked around in a pretentious manner, picked up a pot of wine, and shook his head.

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date

Raise a glass to invite the bright moon and form three people against the shadow

A piece of Li Bai's "Drinking Alone under the Moon" was read out with affection

With the previous wine and the current bright moon, the front and back echo each other and complement each other, which makes people feel that Du Yueshan's poetry ability

Especially the sentence "Raising a glass to invite the bright moon, facing the shadows into three people", makes people feel the poet's romantic feelings, and with a trace of loneliness, people can't help but fall into it.

You can't imagine that such an unscrupulous person can actually make such a good poem

This poem is so well written, with wine and bright moon, romance and lovesickness, presumably Du Tianjiao is usually such a romantic and elegant person!" Shopkeeper Wang complimented him generously.

Everyone rolled their eyes

he romantic

he is elegant

He's fine if he doesn't cheat

This shameless bastard

Shopkeeper Wang is overrated, and I am ashamed to be worthy of it!" Wu Zhao was complacent in his heart, but he looked humble on the surface. This female emperor has already rubbed her face thicker than a copper wall.

Good! It's a reward!" The voice of the old wine god came, and a glass of wine was immediately brought to Wu Zhao.

Everyone sighed again, God is unfair, the sky has no eyes

Looking at the few people who got the Drunk Immortal Brew, they are Xiao Han, Chu Yuzuo, and Lin Beifan. They are all peerless geniuses.

Not only is the cultivation talent good, but also the talent is high. Is there really such a monstrous person in the world?

God, you are so unfair

The half-demon Tangshan, who has been drinking alone, looks expressionless, but inside

He has never been exposed to poetry in his two lifetimes, and he can't do anything except qigong practice.

It's not that they have to be higher, they have monopolized the wine, what else is there to do with him?

He's here for a drink, not a play

So, he also initiated off-site help: "Master, can you write poetry?

Lin Beifan appeared, with 10 points of arrogance: "Why not mere poetry? Before I entered the Tangmen, I was actually a champion in the secular world. Later, I entered the Tangmen after pursuing longevity.

Tangshan was overjoyed, then embarrassed, and said somewhat ashamedly: "Master, I am not very proficient in poetry, and now I have some problems, I would like to ask you for advice.

If you have any questions, just ask!" The head was very talkative

After receiving the support of the head of Tang Sect, Tang Shan raised his hand confidently: "I have a poem

Everyone was shocked, even the half-demon Tangshan can write poetry

Tangshan is a peerless genius in the contemporary era. His experience is almost wiped out by others. He has been with his parents since he was a child.

Can you listen to his poems?

Tang Tianjiao, please!" Shopkeeper Wang stretched out his hand

Tang Shan's face was calm, and he read the poem from the headmaster.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground