Chapter 552

"Ha ha, here you are."

It was also when Xia Fukun came to the old man, the pen on the old man's hand stopped slightly, and his voice came out faintly from his mouth.

"Er..."

Xia Fukun was stunned by the sudden words. After hesitation, he waved to the old man

"Hello, master!"

"The old man said

He thought that Xia Fukun would ask who he was, but Xia Fukun suddenly gave him such a sentence. For a moment, he couldn't answer it!

Without paying attention to Xia Fukun, he continued to write.

This young man, in his eyes, is to knock. He is going to hang Xia Fukun for a while. Frustrate the opponent.

Seeing that the old man ignored himself, Xia Fukun was also slightly curious, so he came to the long table created by the old man.

It was also this time that he found out.

On this long table, there is a roll of rice paper. And on the rice paper, it was the old man's strong handwriting.

"The wind is blowing, the water is cold!"

Seeing these words, Xia Fukun was stunned.

He looked at the old man's delay in writing, as if he was still thinking about what to add.

Xia Fukun smiles. Aren't these common sense? He's already learned that, okay? Almost seeing this sentence, the next sentence came out of his mind.

"Don't you know that, old man?"

"Simple?"

The old man gave Xia Fukun a sneer.

"Do you know how long it took me to create such a poem? How dare you tell me to be simple! "

Hearing the old man's words, Xia Fukun felt scornful.

Isn't this Jingke song? When did it become your original?

Plagiarism, isn't it?

Of course, Xia Fukun did not tear it down. He smiles.

"Old man, if I guess correctly, you should also be a master of the underworld tens of thousands of years ago?"

"Well?"

The old man took a look at Xia Fukun.

"What did the fire old man tell you?"

"Ha ha."

Xia Fukun Yang mouth a smile, did not answer.

"Ha ha, don't be too proud. The old man Huo has not existed for long, so he has given you the inheritance, but we are different. It would be naive of you to take away the inheritance from my stele so easily! "

Hearing the old man's words, Xia Fukun smiles again.

"What if I correct your ancient poem?"

"Right?"

The old man was stunned.

"No way! I am the poet of the underworld. How can you tell my poems freely? You go now! I don't want to talk too much with you today. If you don't leave again, I will be angry! "

Hearing the old man's words, Xia Fukun couldn't bear it at that time.

"Ha ha, old man, I think you are afraid?"

"If you're not afraid, why don't you dare let me try?"

"If I don't have two brushes, how can I get into your stone world?"

When Xia Fukun said this, his face was not red and his heart was not beating.

Is it difficult to sing Jingke song after climbing the stork tower?

"Good, good!"

The old man was obviously enraged by Xia Fukun.

"I'll give you a chance! If you can write the next sentence of this poem that I spent decades writing, I will give you all the inheritance in my stone tablet! "

Xia Fukun sneered at the old man's words.

"You said that!"

"Of course!"

The old man's eyes narrowed and refused to give in at all.

"Then I'll write it!"

Xia Fukun pushed the old man and snatched his brush from him.

The old man looked at Xia Fukun holding a pen, and then he gave a sneer in his heart.In his opinion, Xia Fukun is probably boastful.

Otherwise, why can't you even hold the brush?

Don't you master the right posture?!

While the old man is sneering, Xia Fukun is also sneering.

Why should he know how to use a brush?

Anyway, just write it out, no matter how he uses it?

Look at this sentence in front of you——

"The wind is blowing, the water is cold."

Xia Fukun hesitated a little and pretended to think. Then, in the next section, I write——

"The brave man will never return after he has gone!"

When Xia Fukun wrote these seven words, the old man was just silly.

In his mouth, he was still murmuring:

"The wind is rustling, the water is cold... Once the strong man is gone, he will never return... Good poetry, good poetry!"

The underworld advocates martial arts, so it doesn't pay much attention to this writing style.

However, only the old man knew that writing to the extreme can also have the power of terror.

"Well, old man, are you convinced?"

Xia Fukun looked at the old man in front of him and asked with a smile.

"This..."

The old man hesitated, then his face changed.

With a slight cough, he said to Xia Fukun:

"You may have taken your chance? I've been in the world of stone tablets for tens of thousands of years, and I've written a lot of poems. If you can match them, I'll convince you! "

Xia Fukun

His eyes were fixed on the old man.

"You bad old man, you don't mean what you say. You are very bad!"

"Ha ha, so what? You can say whether you want it or not

The old man gave a dirty smile and looked at Xia Fukun, as if he had decided to eat Xia Fukun.

"Come on!"

Xia Fukun is too lazy to compare with the old man.

When Xia Fukun was in primary school, he got good grades and had already memorized 300 Tang poems.

Is he afraid of the old man?

The old man looked at Xia Fukun.

He took a deep breath and then said:

"What's going to happen this evening?"

Xia Fukun sneered: "this lamp is candlelight!"

His face changed slightly, and the old man then said:

"Weeding day is noon!"

Xia Fukun sneered: "sweat drops into the earth!"

The old man's face changed again and he bit his teeth

"Three thousand harem beauties!"

Xia Fukun is not slow: "three thousand love in one!"

“……”

Two people you a sentence, I a sentence, a row said more than an hour.

The old man's face completely changed