C354 (1/2)
”Nest grass, what's the situation? How about monkey? Even let me have a song, I come to you, margobi
Swearing and swearing, Han Chen doesn't enjoy the present kind of attention.
If it was not for the moon and Lin Xiaoxue, he would never be disgraced under the gaze of tens of millions of people.
”Don't you want to find those girls?”
”What do you mean, old man?”
Preparing to leave, ZuLong's voice rang in Han Chen's mind again.
”Think about it. Now that you have succeeded in attracting so many people's attention, the chances of finding those two girls will be greater. As long as they are here, they will find you. According to me, you go on. Anyway, you come from the earth. It's not difficult for you to recite poems and words. What if you recite two more poems to them? And you can see from their expressions that no one is laughing at you. They are envious of your literary talent! ”
After ZuLong said so, Han Chen immediately looked at the surrounding immortals.
as expected, they all looked expectant, because in their view, it is indeed rare to concentrate their words on such essence.
Hesitant and urged by the scattered immortals, Han Chen took a deep breath and recited Yue Fei's ”man Jiang Hong”.
Angry, with the appendix, Xiaoxiao rain rest.
Look up at the eyes, look up to the sky, roar, Zhuang Huai fierce.
Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles, clouds and moon.
Don't wait for leisure, white youth head, empty sad.
The disgrace of Jingkang has not yet snowed yet.
when will the minister's hatred be extinguished.
Driving a long car breaks through Helan Mountain.
He is eager to eat Hu Lu meat and drink Xiongnu blood.
Waiting for the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, facing the sky.
When the passionate celestial beings heard Han Chen reciting ”red all over the river”, they all quieted down one by one.
It's hard to imagine the scene of tens of millions of people. At this time, it's so quiet that even a needle can be heard clearly.
Not only that, the voice of Han Chen in the void resounds from all directions, which makes the celestial beings have a kind of immersive feeling after hearing it, and their blood is boiling.
”Well, thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of road, clouds and the moon. What a bully
”I prefer the sentence of hungry for Hu Lu meat and laughing about thirst for Xiongnu blood. Waiting for the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, facing the sky. This is what kind of passion to write such poems
”Genius! I've lived for countless years, and I've never seen such a man of literary talent! ”
”This time I came to the ten thousand corpse black hole, even if I didn't get the best immortal stone, I would be satisfied. I have no regrets in my life to hear such angry poems in the sky!”
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”Wo Cao, what's wrong with these people? I didn't expect that they were so obsessed with poetry! ”
See around the view of all the immortals are like a demon, Han Chen confused, do not know what is going on.
”In the immortal hell, their spiritual life is extremely empty. In addition to killing, they are on guard against others, or they try to get immortal stones. Their pursuit of spiritual life reaches the level of hunger. It's just that your two poems have saved them and given them hope. ”
”Is that exaggeration?”
”Well, their expressions speak for themselves!”
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”One more song, little brother!”
”Yes, one more song!”
Seeing all the immortal's eyes are extremely keen, not like in ridicule or satire, Han Chen adjusted a little and continued to recite.
When he was on earth, Han Chen liked Tang and Song poetry, so it was difficult for them to recite them.
Next, Han Chen recited ”send Mao Bowen” again.
The general is brave and brave when he marches to the south.
The wind blows the alligators, drums, mountains and rivers. The lightning flashes the banners and the sun and the moon are high.
The original species of Unicorn, how can mole ants escape from the cave!
On the day of Taiping's return, my husband and I untied the war robe.
After that, Li Bai's ”Jiang Jin Jiu” and Su Shi's ”jiangchengzi · Yimao's dream on the 20th day of the first month” were readily available.
When Han Chen recited to the lonely grave, there was no place to talk about desolation. Many of the scattered immortals who were watching all wept, and they seemed to think of their own sad things.
Even the ZuLong, who was in the stone of swallowing the sky, was filled with emotion.
”Tut Tut, Chinese poetry is really broad and profound. I didn't expect that even I was infected, and could make the nearly ten million immortals so moved. I'm afraid it's only your poetry!”
”All right, old man, I feel a little sad when they cry. Is it necessary for me to read on?” Taking a deep breath, Han Chen asked straightforwardly.
”Your sensationalism has made nearly ten million people so moved. If Ruyue and Lin Xiaoxue are really here, they will certainly stand up. But it's a pity that, judging from the current signs, they are not here, and I don't find their breath, so forget it! ””I didn't expect to make such a big noise, or couldn't find Xueer and Yueer. Hey, are they still in the immortal hell?” Very frustrated, Han Chen sighed, very helpless.