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Chapter 51 sounds very interesting, but I don’t understand 【New Books for Collection】

"Sect Master Cai, you misunderstood. This poem was indeed written by my junior brother. They can all prove it."

Liang Chuan explained honestly for Chengyi, and pointed to Wang Cheng and Lu Ren beside him.

If there is any good thing that falls on his own head, Liang Chuan will admit it.

But if you want to say that such a poor poem was written by him, Liang Chuan would not admit it even if he was beaten to death.

"One thing to say, although I hate this guy very much, the poem just now was indeed written by him."

Wang Cheng also opened his mouth and testified.

It stands to reason that with so many people taking turns explaining, Cai Shangtian should believe it, but no one expected him to be angry.

"Okay, you little bastards.

How do I usually teach you?

I told you to be honest when you are a human being, but now you all lie together to lie to me, believe it or not, I will expel you from the sect? "

Cai Shangtian was so angry that Wang Cheng and Lu Ren were really taken aback. They changed their words in an instant and pointed at Liang Chuan.

"Yes, he wrote that poem."

The two said in unison.

Liang Chuan was speechless.

He didn't bother to get entangled in this matter anymore, cupped his hands, and said: "Since the matter has been resolved, I will take my junior to leave."

"Brother, I won't leave, I want to stay and stay with Li Caixia!"

Chengyi didn't want to leave.

"If you don't want to go, you can stay here, anyway, I'm leaving!"

Leaving such a sentence behind, Liang Chuan didn't want to deal with it anymore. He was about to leave, but unexpectedly, Cai Shangtian stopped him.

"Fellow Daoist, stay!"

Liang Chuan frowned slightly, a little puzzled, not understanding what else he had to do.

"Fellow Daoist, don't get me wrong, I'm actually asking for something."

Cai Shangtian expressed his intention.

To be honest, Liang Chuan hated this kind of thing the most.

Although he knows that this kind of thing is unavoidable, many protagonists have encountered it.

For example, when you want to count the number of words, you can come to this paragraph. It is not a problem to easily count hundreds of words.

To be honest, Liang Chuan really didn't want to use words.

But there's no way, it's on someone else's territory right now, he can't refuse directly, but he didn't agree.

At this time, Cai Shangtian spoke again.

"Fellow Daoist is really straightforward. Since you stay, it means you agree."

Liang Chuan: "???"

When did he agree?

"It's like this, I believe fellow Daoist, you can also see that I am very old.

But ashamed to say, I am still single.

But recently, I fell in love with a girl.

That girl likes others to write poems for her most.

Just now, I heard you write poems, and I can tell that your literary talents are superior to mine, so I would like to ask you to compose some love poems for me to pursue that girl.

The best kind of confession poems.

If I can catch up with that girl, no matter what the request is made by fellow Taoist, as long as I can do it, I will do it. "

Cai Shangtian said so.

Liang Chuan was surprised.

"Excuse me, how old is the girl you mentioned this year?"

He couldn't help asking.

Cai Shangtian blushed: "That girl is 280 years old this year, and I have a destiny. I once made a fortune teller for her, and we are a destined couple."

When the voice fell, Liang Chuan was a little surprised.

It's not what he said, just look at Cai Shangtian's appearance, he looks like a grandpa in his 80s and [-]s, and his real age may even be hundreds of years old.

I didn't expect him to play Twilight Love at such a young age, which is a bit interesting.

Liang Chuan planned to help him with this task.

Although Liang Chuan didn't know how to compose poems, he couldn't stand it because he was a liberal arts student in his previous life and had read a lot of poems.

"What's the name of your crush?"

"Her name is Xiaofeng, doesn't it sound nice?"

Cai Shangtian responded, and Liang Chuan expressed a little shock.

An old woman in her 200s... by that name.

At this time, Cheng Yiyi rushed to speak. He knew that Liang Chuan could not compose poems, so he wanted to rescue Liang Chuan from the siege.

"A few love poems in the district are almost at your fingertips, why bother my senior brother?

You just said that as long as it can help you, you can satisfy any request, is that true? "

Cai Shangtian nodded: "Of course it is true, but I don't think you are someone who can compose poetry."

He said unceremoniously, and what he said seemed familiar. It seemed that someone had ridiculed him like this 10 minutes ago.

Being ridiculed so repeatedly, Cheng Yi rolled up his sleeves.

"Ahem, listen up!

(little) boy!

(Phoenix) Go crazy!

(I) You dare to fight me!

(Love) Whoops!

(You) run one and let me see! "

A Tibetan acrostic took shape again, and Cheng Yi showed a look of disdain.

But Cai Shangtian shook his head, his eyes full of disgust.

"What is this thing you made? Is this also called poetry?"

Cheng Yi was dumbfounded.

You know, he wrote this poem without much thought, which is much higher than the previous confession poem.

But he couldn't understand why Cai Shangtian suddenly didn't know what to do?

"This fellow Taoist, your junior brother can't do it, so you should do it.

Don't use acrostics, but serious ones. "

Cai Shangtian turned to Liang Chuan and stared at him.

After thinking for a moment, Liang Chuan took two steps back and forth, thinking quickly in his mind.

Which poem should I use?

Got it!

"Let me just say a few words casually, you listen to it."

With a flash of inspiration, Liang Chuan spoke slowly.

"Ask what love is in the world, and directly teach life and death."

As soon as this classic love poem was uttered, Cai Shangtian was stunned.

Not only him, everyone was stunned.

In fact, although what Cheng Yitiao wrote was not called poetry, he could barely understand it.

But they couldn't understand what Liang Chuan said, it was too profound.

Although it sounds very hanging, they don't understand the meaning at all.

"It turns out that the immortal is only more handsome than me, and he is not as good as me in poetry."

Cheng thought to himself.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Liang Chuan was a little puzzled.

not good?

Then I will change another one.

"Guan Guan Jujiu, in the River Continent.

A fair lady, a gentleman loves you. "

Seeing that these people still had the same reaction as before, Liang Chuan was helpless.

Still not good?

Liang Chuan didn't believe it anymore, these are all poems written by great poets, yet they are not recognized here?

Many of the protagonists of other people's families have also done literary copying, but they are all pretending to beep, and the audience is all kinds of shocked. How come they have changed when it comes to me?

Do they know how to appreciate it?

They didn't stop at all. After finishing one song, Liang Chuan started to move on to the next one.

"I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was in a dimly lit place!"

"Flowers drift by themselves, water flows by itself, one kind of lovesickness, two places of worry."

"I would like to be a lovebird in the sky, and a twig in the earth; the sky will last forever, and this hatred will last forever!"

"Death and life are bound together. Talk to Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old with your son."

"The mountain has no edges, and the heaven and the earth are united, so you dare to break with the king!"

"........."

In the end, Liang Chuan really couldn't think of any other love poems that he could recite for himself.

Randomly, he said: "I love you, like the wind has traveled [-] miles, and I don't care about the date of return."

To Liang Chuan's surprise, after hearing the last sentence, Cai Shangtian suddenly became agitated.

"Okay, that's good! That's great!"

Liang Chuan couldn't help being taken aback.

No way?

Dare love, what he wants is not poetry at all, but earthy love words?

(End of this chapter)