I'm the MC, Why Do I Suck at Cultivation

Chapter 189

Looking at these holy sons like licking dogs, Lu Changsheng finally knows why Zhongzhou has declined.

Look at the friars in the east of others. They don't move one by one.

Look at you again, this is!

Alas!

Lu Changsheng hates that iron is not steel.

Just then, Wang Xuanji, who was not far away, recovered from his meditation and heard that Lu Changsheng was born. At present, he couldn't help looking around. Soon after seeing Lu Changsheng, Wang Xuanji hurried up.

"Elder martial brother Lu! You're coming. Come on, get out of the way. Don't affect elder martial brother Lu's breathing fresh air."

Wang Xuanji seemed a little excited.

"Elder martial brother Lu, you are here too."

Li Rulong also came over, full of smiles.

"I've seen elder martial brother Lu." Zhang Yuanru also ran over. Seeing Lu Changsheng, he directly paid homage.

"Emperor Shifu! Emperor Shifu! I've seen you again after a few months. I can't say anything for a dollar. Here I wish emperor Shifu the spirit of dragon and horse, the jubilant spirit, the happy marriage, the auspicious double happiness, the happiness of the East China Sea, the longevity of Nanshan, the love of Jin Jian, the good luck, the bright stars, the joy of heaven and earth, the full moon, the icing on the cake, the timely delivery of carbon in the snow and the good luck Head, hongxingerke! "

Qian Yuan didn't know where it came from. As soon as we met, it was a series of blessings.

Many people were confused about what they said.

You can't talk?

Icing on the cake, you can understand. What does it mean to send charcoal in the snow?

However, for the incomprehension of others, Lu Changsheng knows Qian Yiyuan very well. At the same time, he is also very curious about what happened to Qian Yiyuan when he was a child.

"Didn't your sister come?"

Lu Changsheng asked curiously.

"No, she went to war."

Qian Yi Yuan shook his head and replied.

"Gone to war?"

"Yes, she said it was boring in the Imperial Palace and she couldn't bully others, so she went to the frontier fortress to fight and bully others. Emperor Shifu, you don't have to worry about her. She won't suffer."

Qian Yiyuan said with a smile.

Lu Changsheng could not help but have the illusion that the Dagan Dynasty wanted pills.

But just then, Ziqing son immediately opened his mouth.

"What's the situation now? I specially asked senior brother Lu to come here to win honor for our male practitioners."

Ziqing son said.

"What? Win honor for the men's football team? I can't do it."

Lu Changsheng heard something wrong.

"No, give me honor for men's training. Elder martial brother Lu, what is a men's football team?"

Ziqing son is a little confused.

"Oh, male repair." Lu Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief, mainly because Ziqing Shengzi spoke a little fast, so he heard wrong.

"The title of Sikong nanqin of Tianxiang sect has been drawn up, and the one on the left is the one drawn up by Sikong nanqin. However, up to now, no one can make the nanqin fairy nod, and the title drawn up by Linglong Saint also has some similarities. Of course, up to now, no one has made poems satisfactory to the saint."

Wang Xuanji opened his mouth and said so.

"I really don't understand such things as love. Elder martial brother Lu, we depend on you now."

The son of Shumen said seriously.

Not only him, many people looked at Lu Changsheng with expectation.

Lu Changsheng frowned.

He did read books for several years, but the problem is that there are not many poems about this kind of love.

However, Wang Fugui on one side, after reading the poetry, couldn't help thinking for a while, and then slowly opened his mouth and said, "actually, I don't hide it from you. I have a little research on poetry."

As soon as he said this, everyone was curious.

"Oh, who is this?"

"Brother Lu's good friend, brother Wang." Ziqing Shengzi explained.

Now everyone nodded again and again. Since they were Lu Changsheng's friends, they were naturally not idle people.

"If brother Wang has some talent, you can try it. Anyway, it doesn't cost money. We all tried it again. Unfortunately, the poetry is general and can't be recognized by the fairy."

Wang Xuanji opened his mouth and said so.

When Wang Fugui heard them say so, he couldn't help but let go more.

"In that case, I'll make a fool of myself."

Wang Fugui spoke.

People are full of expectations.

Only Lu Changsheng seemed a little silent.

Wang Fugui's classic poem, the red boat in Jinling, the boat with the fish, is still his purpose.

However, let Wang Fugui pave the way first, so as to set off himself.

Very good, very good, very good!

"Since it was about love and missing, Wang did not have talent and improvised a poem."

"Talent loves beauty, mother-in-law is snobbish, and the gift is sixty-six thousand. There will be no more missing!"

Wang Fugui opened his mouth with both voice and emotion. At the end, he left two lines of clear tears.

And the scene calmed down.

The whole hall was silent.

Wang Fugui, on the other hand, was a little guilty.

"Good!"

After a while, someone spoke. It was Wang Xuanji's voice. He looked calm and cheered first.

"This poem sounds a little ordinary at first, but when you listen carefully, it feels appropriate to life."

Li Rulong also began to praise.

"I seem to see a couple who love each other. Men and women are interested. Unfortunately, I met a powerful mother-in-law. In order to break up the two people, I put forward sky high gifts. Finally, the two lovers can't be together. Sobbing, I cried!"

"I cried too!"

"This is a poem, a poem appropriate to life. It can describe such a moving story in a few words. Good, good!"

"I cried, too. I didn't see my partner crying. I beat her to cry."

"Good, good, good!"

"One more song! Come on, one more song!"

"It's worthy of being the person who follows elder martial brother Lu. It's brilliant and talented!"

"Pigs are talented when following elder martial brother Lu, not to mention people! Brother Wang is brilliant."

Lu Changsheng was suffocated by the sound of appreciation in the ancient square.

Are you serious?

Dear Taoist friends, how much is a high praise? Make money together? Don't leave me alone.

Lu Changsheng was confused. Although he knew that Wang Fugui's poetry was very poor, he didn't expect to refresh his three views again?

Lu Changsheng doubted life. He felt that is there anything worse than this in the world?

When he heard people's appreciation, Wang Fugui couldn't help being more energetic.

"In that case, it's the second one."

"Cough!"

Wang Fugui also specially adjusted his mood.

Then he said.

"Since the second song is love and dare not, I will make a fool of myself again."

"There are beauties in the north."

Wang Fugui spoke.

Hey, don't mention it. The first sentence is finally a little ink.

Lu Changsheng is a little curious.

Subsequently, Wang Fugui continued to speak.

"There are beauties in the north. They look so beautiful. I really want to take them home. Unfortunately, I dare not!"

Alas!

Speaking of this, Wang Fugui sighed deeply. There was unspeakable loneliness and loneliness in his eyes.

Hiss!

Lu Changsheng took back that sentence.

There's really a worse poem than the first one.

He mews.

Is that the Poet Zhang cannon?

In the Mingyue ancient square, Lu Changsheng was completely stupid.

What kind of demons and ghosts can make this poem?

What kind of demons and ghosts are those who can make such poems?

This is no longer illiterate or illiterate. Is this mentally retarded?

But what shocked Lu Changsheng again was.

At this moment, the hall was in an uproar again.

"Good poem! Good poem!"

"Although there is some vulgarity, it comes from the heart. Good, good, good."

"This poem tells us what we think. I really want to take it home. Unfortunately, I dare not."

"Yes, although there are some vulgar, the ancients said that elegance is both vulgar and vulgar is both elegant! Both refined and popular enjoy, both refined and popular enjoy! Ha ha!"

"This poem reminds me of Taoists I have never seen so far."

"This poem reminds me of my childhood hometown."

"Don't say, this poem reminds me of that unforgettable summer, when Jane fell in love with ah Qiang."

"I lost it, Taoist friends, is it too much? How much did you accept?"

"Good, good, good, what a common taste."

"Although I think this poem is general, you all agree, so do I!"

The hall was filled with cheers.

Let Lu Changsheng feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

He didn't suffer because his poetry was too bad.

It's these people who don't earn money with him and eat alone.

At this moment, Lu Changsheng wants to ask Wang Fugui a question.

How much is a high praise? I only charge half!

Just then, a very pleasant voice suddenly sounded.

"I heard that Lu Chang, the eldest martial brother of Taoism, was born. I hope he can write a poem with me?"

The sound sounded. It was the sound of Sikong nanqin.

At this moment, the ancient square was quiet.