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Chapter 2302 Poet Fairy Luoyun

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    "In front of the disciples of Qiankun Academy, calling himself a Poetry Immortal, isn't he crazy?"

    Tang Wu's acupoints were unlocked, and she rushed over, and when she heard Luo Yun's words, she was so frightened that she stood on the spot.

    "Poetry fairy?"

    "You are so brave!"

    Zeng Lun's angry scolding sound was like thunder exploding on the ground.

    A wave of pure white talent swept across the scene, sending thousands of talented people who participated in the poetry meeting flying away, scaring everyone among them.

    Tang Wu's physical cultivation in the golden body was overwhelmed by this aura, and others could imagine it.

    "That dazed-headed young man has probably been knocked out"

    Tang Wu looked up with difficulty, her chin almost hit the ground.

    Luo Yun stood there straight, without moving.

    "Who are you!"

    Zeng Lun's pupils shrank, and he stared at Luo Yun closely; "You can actually bear my aura and coercion, which sect and sect are you a disciple of? Tell me!"

    "In the eyes of you mediocre people, what is the difference between me, Luo Yun, and ShixianFrom now on, I will be called Shixian."

    Luo Yun spread his hands and shook his head.

    "It's a big treason, it's a big treason!"

    "Boy, are you worthy of being called Poetry Immortal?"

    "It's just a fluke to compose an ancient quatrain. What's there to be proud of? Who doesn't have a moment of inspiration?"

    "Hmph, I don't think he may have a literary position, he is just a country scholar, a poor scholar."

    All the disciples of the academy jumped up in anger, like wild wolves, wishing they could pounce on Luo Yun immediately and tear Luo Yun to pieces.

    There are also people who hear the name Luo Yun and feel familiar, as if they have heard it somewhere.

    "Luo Yun Luo Yun"

    Tang Wu chanted repeatedly, her eyes becoming more and more shocked: "Could it be that you are the Great Tang Tianjiao who wrote the eternal quatrain "Will Enter the Wine"?"

    Luo Yun smiled secretly, unexpectedly, the first person to recognize him was not the group of academy disciples, but the oiran of Zuifenglou.

    "Eternal quatrains, will drink!"

    "Some time ago, the one who was popular all over the Internet will drink wine?"

    "He is Luo Yun¡ª!! A peerless genius who awakened the Immortal King Pose, Pure Yang Immortal Physique, and Five Elements Spiritual Roots, and worshiped Taiyi Gate and Longevity Mountain at the same time!"

    "Hiss! No wonder you are so confident and don't take brother Zeng seriously."

    "I heard that at the Immortal Examination Conference, ten sects of Immortal Dao robbed him madly. Elder Feng Ji of Qiankun Academy offered 1.5 billion for his Poetry Soul, and said that he would be trained as a future head teacher"

    "No wonder if you recite it casually, you are a third- and fourth-class poetic soul. He can't be a Wenqu star from the sky descending to earth!"

    The Drunken Wind House exploded!

    Among those present, as long as they can read, there is no one who does not know Luo Yun.

    Because some time ago, the poem "Will Enter the Wine" was so popular that it swiped the circle of friends of all scholars, and it was read by countless literati and inkmen.  The few remaining "sages" were astonished.

    "Poetry Immortal, Poetry Immortal Luoyun!"

    "Poetry Immortal! Sign me up!"

    "Shixian, please take a photo with me, I admire you so much!"

    "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

    Thousands of talents gathered around like crazy, shouting poetry fairy.

    Even Tang Wu, the oiran, blushed and had a heartbeat, and secretly looked at her.

    "Brother Zeng, what should we do now?"

    A disciple of the academy stepped forward, gritted his teeth and said, "I never imagined that a masterpiece like "Jiangjinjiu" would be written by such a brat. God is really blind."

    "Luo Yun!"

    Suddenly, Zeng Lun unleashed a domineering aura and shook a group of fans away: "Even if you really wrote the wine, you can't claim to be a poet!"

    Luo Yun frowned: "Why is that?"

    Zeng Lun snorted coldly: "Because you don't have a degree!"

    Luo Yun was puzzled: "Writing position?"

    Zeng Lun continued: "Literature is a title that my Qiankun Academy recognizes a scholar's literary talents and virtues before awarding it, which is equivalent to fame in the world."

    "Without a literary degree, you are not considered a scholar, and if you are not a scholar, you cannot write poems or articles, let alone call yourself a "poetry fairy" without shame!"

    "This is an insult to all of us scholars! Do you understand the insult of being naked?"

    Luo Yun laughed directly: "I'll just write, I have written several poems, and the worst are fourth-class poems, so I ask you if you are angry?  "

    "you!"

    Zeng Lun didn't expect Luo Yun to be like a rascal, but immediately he showed a tricky smile: "Luo Yun, let me ask you again, are you sure you want to call yourself a poet?"

    "Don't blame me for not reminding you, you are provoking the authority of our Qiankun Academy in the literary world, and you are an enemy of our sect!!"

    Tang Wu anxiously transmitted voice: "Mr. Luo, don't, no one dares to challenge Qiankun Academy's status in the literary world!"

    Luo Yunli ignored it, and said with a smile: "As far as I know, there are no ancient quatrains published in the tens of Yuanhui, right?"

    "so what?"

    Zeng Lun proudly said: "Poems are naturally formed, you just wrote a poem because of luck and inspiration."

    Luo Yun smiled: "Then I would like to ask Brother Zeng, why don't you have a burst of inspiration? Don't talk about eternal quatrains, have you ever written eternal quatrains?"

    Zeng Lun was speechless: "I¡ª"

    As a descendant of Zongsheng, he did not write any quatrains through the ages, only a few fourth-class poems.

    He gritted his teeth angrily: "As long as I read enough, accumulate enough, and have the blessing of writing, I will write eternal quatrains, eternal quatrains, sooner or later!"

    "Then you should kneel down to me now!"

    Luo Yun was also angry: "A mediocre person who hasn't even written a quatrain through the ages, dare to point fingers in front of me?"

    "No one in the hundreds of thousands of yuan club can write eternal quatrains. What is my name, Luoyun, if I am not a poet? Seafood?"

    Hearing Luo Yun's arrogant remarks, Zeng Lun's lungs were about to explode.

    However, his cultivation base was profound, and he calmed down in an instant.

    "Very good, Luo Yun, since this is the case, I have no choice but to represent Qiankun Academy today and severely punish you!"

    "Don't say I'm bullying the small, I'll let you make the first move!"

    Zeng Lun finally achieved his goal.

    Enrage Luo Yun!

    In this way, I can sanction him justifiably. In terms of poetry and songs, I may not be an opponent, but he is still very confident in the competition of cultivation.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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