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Compared with what happened outside the tower, Chu Sheng on the eighth floor didn't know anything about it.
Not to mention that he is now unconscious from drinking, even if he is still awake, the tower is so high, at most he can hear the noise outside the tower.
Chu Sheng didn't even know about Bei Ruyan's arrival.
What? Didn't you say there is a name with emotional points provided by [Funny's Dignity]?
Nonsense, Chu Sheng is already so drunk now, how can he still care about those things.
Besides, can he see that the emotional points are accumulated so quickly?
It's like asking a person who has drunk too much to read a piece of classical Chinese that he is not familiar with.
It is not bad to be able to recognize the words clearly.
"Eh? There's no one on this floor?"
After looking around, Chu Sheng found that there was no one on the eighth floor, and he seemed to be the only one on the eighth floor.
This made Chu Sheng feel a little embarrassed.
During the previous assessments, there were always examiners guiding them. Even when they reached the seventh floor just now, there was such an existence as Nan Bodhi.
But when you reach the eighth floor, you are the only one?
What did you test for?
Chu Sheng lifted the jug, took a sip into his own mouth, smacked his lips and said, "Is there no one in Tianji Pavilion? They didn't even arrange anyone on the eighth floor."
"Tsk, that's too much."
"Oh shit, this wine tastes better than the one just now!"
He looked at the "Drunken Immortal" in his hand with surprise.
Benbo'er's father, who was lying on top of his head, raised his paw and slapped it on his forehead.
This product is really drunk
It's fine to throw myself out just now, but now still drinking.
Seeing that Chu Sheng seemed to be unable to stop after taking a sip of "Drunken Immortal", Benbo'er's father looked around and slowly climbed off his head.
While Chu Sheng was stunned, Benbo'er's father directly bit a piece of paper on the table in the middle of the eighth floor with his small mouth, and slowly crawled in front of Chu Sheng.
This is a piece of rice paper. Leaving aside the saliva left by Ben Boer's father on the paper, it is still possible to vaguely recognize what is written on this paper.
Seeing Benbo'er's father bring the thing to his side, Chu Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, collected himself, and looked carefully.
There is only one sentence on the rice paper, which seems to be the only topic on this layer.
Since the seventh floor is the music theory of the assessment, the eighth floor can only be poetry.
"Make a sad poem?"
Seeing this topic, Chu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and glanced at the steps leading to the top of the tower on the eighth floor, and tilted his head in doubt: "A poem of sadness?"
"What's so sad, Tianji Pavilion is sick, let me write a sad poem."
Chu Sheng waved his hand; "It's boring, I don't want to play anymore."
He found a corner, leaned directly against the corner and fell to the ground, holding the wine jug in his hand, drinking in sips: "Just sit here, wait for Luyan to come up, and then let her do this question."
"What kind of sad poems should I write when I'm free, really."
After finishing speaking, he began to drink on his own
"Fuck! What is Teacher Chu doing?"
"According to what he said, the question on the eighth floor should be to write a sad poem"
"Why don't you do such a simple question!"
"That's right, tragic poems are so easy to write, if you write one casually, you can climb to the top of the tower and ring the Hanshan Bell!"
"Why did he startdrinking!"
"Could it be that Mr. Chu felt that this kind of topic was not suitable for him, and that his talent was insulted?"
There was a lot of talk, and many people didn't quite understand why Chu Sheng sat down.
Uncle Feng standing there saw Chu Sheng on the screen like this, sneered in his heart, and said softly: "Write poems? What kind of ability does that kid have to write poems? These people really think he is a genius like Nan Bodhi?"
After hearing Uncle Feng's words, Bei Ruyan did not speak, but the woman looked at Chu Sheng with a look of disappointment.
In her opinion, even though Chu Sheng used a lot ofLili had just climbed to the eighth floor, but his casual approach made Bei Ruyan a little unhappy.
Why do you want to give up when you have the opportunity to fight for it?
"Sure enough, he is still a child, and he still needs to be cultivated slowly" Bei Ruyan sighed softly in his heart.
When Lin Wanwan and others saw Chu Sheng like this, although they were concerned about why Chu Sheng didn't go up, they were more worried about whether Chu Sheng would be fine after drinking so much wine.
After all, this wine has not stopped since last night.
Among all the people present, there was only an old man without a hexagram on the first floor. After seeing Chu Sheng's choice on the screen, an intriguing smile appeared on his face.
"Xuanji, this girl's question is really good."
"In the eyes of those mediocre people, this is just a simple sad poem."
"But in fact, this poem is to generate corresponding emotional resonance based on the actual situation of this person."
"Only such poems can be called tragic poems."
"Only by incorporating emotion into it can it be calledsorrow!"
Hearing the words of the old man without hexagrams, everyone around was shocked.
Many people spread the words of the old man without hexagram one after another, and everyone outside the tower instantly understood the meaning of the eighth-level topic.
Seems simple, but in fact, this topic is the most difficult one!
The highest state of poetry, fusion of emotions!
Moreover, there is still sadness in it!
"This question looks very simple at first glance, but hearing Senior Wugua say so Difficult! Too difficult!"
"Yes, can Teacher Chu write such a difficult poem?"
"I think it's a lot of effort. After all, Teacher Chu is drinking now, and it seems that he is still drinking. It's too late to be happy. How can he write a sad poem?"
"Okay, it's boring, as expected, let's look forward to Nan Bodhi and Qin Luyan Eh? Qin Luyan has also reached the seventh floor?"
Liu Kaiwen hurriedly wrote down what the old man without hexagram just said, and wrote in the small notebook at the same time:
¡¾Is it possible for Mr. Guitar to write a "sad" poem that truly fits the meaning of Tianji Pavilion? ¡¿
After he finished writing this sentence, like everyone else, he was not optimistic about Chu Sheng in his heart.
After all, the other party's current state does not look like writing poetry at all
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Just before he finished thinking, suddenly, a crisp voice came from the screen.
Everyone was puzzled and looked up.
On the big screen, Chu Sheng, who was on the eighth floor, had a sterling silver pendant in his hand at some point.
A more beautiful, but very cheap sterling silver pendant in the eyes of those present
"What's this?"
"I do not know."
"Why did Mr. Chu suddenly bring out such a roadside stall?"
Many people have doubts.
Only Lin Wanwan was shocked when she saw this pendant.
That was the last item in the antique auction at that time.
A lot that Chu Sheng bought forcefully.
The woman knows that the lot seems to mean something to Chu Sheng
It is no small matter!
Just when everyone present was puzzled, Chu Sheng on the screen glanced at the pendant in his hand, then suddenly raised the jug to his mouth, and looked up to drink.
A lot of wine spilled from the corner of his mouth, across his chin, across his neck, spilled into his neckline, and wet his clothes.
But his expression was filled with joy, full of pain andmemories.
Seeing Chu Sheng's expression, everyone present fell silent.
Many women even felt their hearts twitch suddenly, as if they felt sorry for Chu Sheng.
"Ah¡¡"
Just when they didn't know what happened to Chu Sheng, Chu Sheng slowly put down the jug.
Sitting there like that, leaning his head against the wall, raising his head at forty-five degrees, his eyes looked at the ceiling without focus.
Holding the pendant tightly in his hand, he spoke slowly:
"Swallowing thousands of wines from all over the world, singing elegiac songs while drunk deep dreams."
"Hehehehahahahaha!"
"Drink! Fuck it! Fuck your fucking youth!"
"Ton, ton, ton!"
boom!
With a muffled sound, the flagon in his hand was thrown out of the window by Chu Sheng.
It landed in the air and broke into pieces.
Drinks, tiles, splashed all over the place.
Just like the hearts of everyone present, it exploded! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)smashed to pieces.
Drinks, tiles, splashed all over the place.
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