Chapter 534

"Beautiful!"

"Wonderful! How wonderful

"Qin Yang is really on the right side!"

There was an uproar, and someone could not help but give a thumbs up.

Some people waiting to see the joke were dumbfounded, but Tiangang emperor narrowed his eyes. He even looked down on Qin Yang again! This is a good opponent!

At the same time, Emperor Tiangang made up his mind that if there were really Lingbao thousand volumes of books in this secret place, Qin Yang must not get it!

Because Qin Yang has talent and ability! This Lingbao thousand volume book, in the whole sky world, I'm afraid only Qin Yang can make the most of it!

It is even possible to understand the rules of the world of the old people outside the country. At that time, Qin Yang will be more difficult to deal with.

The overseas old man was also stunned. He never thought that Qin Yang was really right. When he thought about everything before, Qin Yang was indifferent. But if such a proud son of heaven could cultivate to this point, is it a good stubbornness?

How is it possible to make impulsive actions on the spot?

Now, it's for you to help yourself?

And this scene, let that "Tuo" is also open mouth, he was in the ignorance of Qin Yang to use!

Since Qin Yang's answer is like a stream, then the purpose is clear, that is to thoroughly defeat the foreign elders and kill them!

All the practitioners who thought of this were excited and looking forward to it. Could Qin Yang really win the final victory in this form of battle?

"It seems that your luck is as good as ever, so listen to my next question..." The heart of the overseas old people is not calm.

Qin Yang waved his hand and interrupted, "no, it's time for me to work out the topic."

Foreign old man a Leng, the heart is more chaotic, "good, you set the topic."

All the people are closely staring at the figure on the scroll of the book of heaven. The former cultivator of ink can't make a question, and everyone can't ask himself a question. Can Qin Yang write a question?

"It's always right, it's always monotonous. How about poetry?" Qin Yang looks at the old people from abroad.

"To poetry?" The pupil of the overseas old man trembles. Does this guy even know poetry?

The foreign old man didn't believe it and immediately said, "OK, but I have to make a statement in advance. If your poem doesn't make any sense, it's not a title. It will directly determine your failure."

Qin Yang nodded and said, "of course."

"So I have a question? " Qin Yang asked.

"And the rules?" The old man frowned.

Qin Yang shook his head and said, "with your talent and learning, when I read a poem, you will know."

"Oh?" The foreign old man was afraid of Qin Yang's conspiracy, and still said, "it's better to say it."

Qin Yang shrugged and said, "well, let's take spring, summer, autumn and winter as the topic. I write about spring, you write about summer, I write about autumn, you write about winter

The foreign old man nodded and said, "good."

In my mind, I have already figured out that I am familiar with thousands of poems and poems, so it's natural to recite poems.

"Listen up." Qin Yang opened his mouth slowly: "the warbler sings the spring love of willow Lane on the bank, and the moon shines on the spring night of Liunong.

On the night of the bright moon, we love the willows in spring, and the warblers on the banks of the willows. "

After Qin Yang finished, he looked at the old man calmly.

Even if the old man on a "summer", there is a "winter" waiting for him. This is equivalent to Qin Yang directly out of two questions.

The old people in foreign countries are about to write poems, but they are stuck in their mouths. He recalled Qin Yang's poem and was shocked by nature and man.

"This..." The foreign old man swallowed his mouth and spit, but he felt a little frightened.

The onlookers did not know, so someone repeated the poem of Qin Yang, and suddenly found the mystery.

It turned out that one of the sentences turned out to be another one. It was not only catchy, but also appropriate.

Such a wonderful poem is simply shocking.

Everyone looked at Qin Yang, and there was a sense of Weird, yes, weird!

Qin Yang could write such a poem!

Qin Yang himself, however, was waiting for the old man's following. He kept silent in his mind. After making sure that he remembered correctly, he found that the atmosphere was a little strange.

"Not yet?" Qin Yang looked at the foreign old man and said, "do you want me to remind you?"

The old people in foreign countries are so red that they want to remind them, but they can't pull them down.

Qin Yang shrugged his shoulders. If this is not right, even if he reminds him, this guy will not.

Immediately, Qin Yang opened his mouth: "this poem, a total of seven words, Yingting singing bank willow spring clear night moon."

After a pause, Qin Yang reminded him, "what you want to write is summer."

"It's impossible, it can't be right!" Said the old man from abroad.

Qin Yang shook his head and said, "if talent is just reading books and reading dead books, it's useless for you to read to death. In my opinion, the thousand volume book of Lingbao is not only a treasure, but also a great disaster. "The old man in foreign countries got excited and said in a rage: "how dare you insult the most precious treasure in our world!"

Qin Yang spread out his hands and said, "if you want to refute, take out your poems!"

"No way. You can't be right at all, at least not in a short time!"

Said the old man from abroad.

Qin Yang curled his mouth. What if I could face it out?

"If you can be right in spring, summer, autumn and winter, then I will lose. If you can't, you'll lose! "

Everyone looked at Qin Yang and saw how Qin Yang should decide.

It is clear to all discerning people that for Qin Yang, the best choice is to stick to the previous rules. Anyway, the overseas old man is not right.

However, for Qin Yang, he has recited these four poems several times. Naturally, the old man is the most cost-effective.

It's going to beat the old man and win.

Qin Yang coughed softly and said, "you are very good. I'm going to write" summer "now.

"The fragrant lotus is green, the water is moving and the wind is cool, and the summer is long. For a long time in summer, the cool wind moves the water, and the cool wind moves the water, and the fragrance of green lotus

The old man in foreign countries repeatedly recited it silently. After reading, he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

"My God, it's really..."

"This uses a total of fragrant lotus, clear water, cool wind and cool summer, which is the same as the spring just now!"

Some people carefully ponder, found that these seven words, is a poem! As long as you remember these seven words, you just need to change the order to become a poem!

"And autumn and winter, you haven't won yet!" The foreign old man's breath was disordered, but he still didn't believe Qin Yang could continue to do it.

Qin Yang snorted and said, "then you have to listen carefully. The next step is autumn."

"In the Qiujiang River, geese live in the sandbars, and Yansu sandbanks are shallow currents. On the shallow shore, the wild geese live in the sand, and the wild geese live in the autumn of the Chu River

Qin Yang opened his mouth and said, "this autumn is the shallow current of chuyansu sandbank on the Qiujiang river."

The old man's face was like tin foil, which was extremely bleak. He once again spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath was weak. He even stood unsteadily.

His eyes were lost, his pupils were lax, and he was obviously hurt.

Looking at the old man, Qin Yang said, "it's not just spring, summer, autumn and winter. It's just that I decided to take spring, summer, autumn and winter as the topic. There are so many poems of this kind. "

"No, I don't believe it!" The old people outside the country roared loudly, which had already lost the previous calm.

"No? Then I'll have two of them? " Qin Yang laughs.

What Qin Yang said was not a song, but two at random?

All of them were shocked. The old people in foreign countries were staring at Qin Yang, as if they were hanging their last breath.