Mystery Makes Me Strong

Then everyone went home.

Open the door and go in, and pack up each of them.

Wen Rensheng went to the study alone, and the first thing he did was look for those mysterious books in his memory that he had annotated on poems.

After searching for a while, I found that the problem was not serious, and I only wrote a few poems.

So he calmed down and went back to take a bath and rest.

Just halfway through his sleep, the door seemed to be ringing, and then he vaguely heard a voice, some gibberish like "fish", "water"...

It must be an illusion.

He thought so dimly, and continued to enter the dream.

The next morning, Sunday.

The sky is clear, the white clouds are long, the birds are chirping, and the wind is blowing.

After Wenren got out of bed, he felt tired all over. For some reason, he didn't expect that parties would be very exhausting.

However, the exercise must be carried out as usual, especially the training of Hawkeye, which cannot be stopped every day.

According to the opinions of those senior experts, it is a simple and convenient way to train eagle eyes and develop the habit of stargazing in the morning.

First practice to the extreme of the naked eye, and being able to see the stars in broad daylight means that the skill proficiency is full, and the rest is to find opportunities for sublimation.

Of course, when you get up early to look at the stars, you don't want to watch the sunrise. Watching the sun will hurt your eyes.

After cleaning up as usual, he came to the front yard and looked up at the sky.

Originally the best place was the balcony, but it was occupied by someone and it was inconvenient to go.

Not long after, a long female voice came from the balcony.

"There is a fish in Beiming, and its name is Kun."

Zhao Han was standing on the balcony reciting, shaking his head, as if he was comprehending something.

Just the next sentence made Wen Rensheng very speechless.

"Kun is so big that it can't be simmered in one pot..." Accompanied by the sound of saliva swallowing.

"It turns into a bird... It turns into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng is so big that it needs two barbecue grills..."

Wen Rensheng silently used his alien power, plugged his ears, and continued to practice his eyes.

After a while, he seemed to have come to his senses, and then he lowered his head and turned on his mobile phone... Check Zhao Han's circle of friends.

She really posted "Easy You" in the circle of friends, and many people have commented.

Most of the people were amazed, and one of them was just reciting what she had just recited...

The nickname of the reviewer of Shenping - "Holding Hot Pot and Watching the Stars".

Um, they are clustered together.

When the time reached 7:00, Wu Shanshan called him to eat.

In the restaurant, everyone gathered around the round table, preparing to have breakfast.

Wen Rensheng looked around and found that Wu Liansong, who had been relying on his house for a long time without anyone, was not here today. He clearly came back together yesterday.

"Old Wu, aren't you there?" he asked.

"I left in the middle of the night." Wu Shanshan said without looking up.

"Oh," Wen Rensheng nodded first, then surprised, "Why are you so clear?"

"He sent me a message saying that he was going on a long-term business trip." Wu Shanshan said as a matter of course.

"So that's the case." Wen Rensheng was thoughtful, and Lao Zhao's actions were fast enough.

Just this time, how is the other party going to plan?

The opponent is a mysterious master. The gap in strength cannot be made up by strategy.

"Eat, eat." Wen Rende served Wen Ren a dish again, in exchange for Ouyang Ling's very relieved look.

Wen Rensheng stopped thinking about it, things will be clear eventually.

He ate a piece of stir-fried lotus root slices. It was crispy and tasty, just like in this life.

After dinner, Wen Rensheng went to the study to read.

Within half an hour, the door was pushed open.

"Why are you?" Wen Rensheng didn't open his eyes, let alone get up from the sofa, but his tone was a little surprised.

"Why can't it be me?" Wen Rende walked in generously and sat directly opposite him.

"What's the matter?"

"Which one? Son, do you have any other poems? I understand you very well. After all, compared to the cultivation of your alien species, poetry and songs are all idioms. Although you are extremely talented, you have never been in the mood to focus on it." Wen Rende said confidently, "But this is too wasteful, you can actually leave it to me to carry forward."

Wen Rensheng did not directly refuse, but instead asked: "Let you carry it forward? You don't even know how to fight against each other and stick to rhymes. How can you carry forward?"

"Do you think it's enough to copy two songs and get the superficial praise from laymen? As long as you meet an expert in this field, you will be exposed immediately. The higher you stand before, the more weight you will fall."

"Look at what you said, I can learn it. The ancients could learn it, but there is no reason why people today can't learn it." Wen Rende said eloquently.

"Why didn't you learn before, you only know how to copy others?" Wen Rensheng continued to ask.

"I wasn't in the mood before, I didn't want to learn..." Wen Rende said angrily, "Besides, I'm like a dream every day, and I can't remember what I've learned."

"I understand. But even if you can regain the alien species, it's useless to learn this. The so-called various realms and various understandings of human beings have long been written clearly in various modern scientific theories. The key is whether you can If you are enlightened, can you use it in practice? Looking at the vernacular, modern poetry is so simple." Wen Rensheng shook his head.

"Why is it useless? Many old guys just eat this one." Wen Rende said casually.

Wen Rensheng opened his eyes and looked at Wen Rende, he suddenly asked:

"Is this what you predicted too?"

"What prediction?" Wen Rende looked puzzled, then plausibly said,

"What I'm saying is just the facts. Those masters, even grandmasters, are at least people from a hundred years ago. How can they like simple and easy-to-understand modern poetry?"

"They are talking about style and accumulation, the kind of artistic conception that can only be understood and cannot be described, and they like things that have a mysterious charm..."

Wen Rensheng was thoughtful, then stretched out his hand.

Wen Rende was surprised: "What do you want?"

"Bring me a pen and paper."

"Okay, I know that son, you are still going to father," Wen Rende said excitedly, and hurriedly went to the desk to get a pen and paper, "I really didn't waste my time..."

"What happened to you back then?" Wen Rensheng's heart moved.

"I mean, it's not in vain that I and your mother insisted on giving birth to you. You don't know, many people advised me not to have children so early, and focus on becoming an expert first..." Wen Rende put the rice paper And handed him the pen ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ rambled.

"Oh, you go back first, I'll fix it for you." Wen Rensheng took the pen and paper and waved.

"Okay, I'll go back and start now. Let's start from the foundation of ancient poetry. That kind of confrontation will definitely be difficult for me." Wen Rende said enthusiastically.

"I hope so." Wen Rensheng shook his head slightly.

So Wen Rende turned and left the study.

After he left, Wen Rensheng put the pen and paper on the coffee table beside the sofa, and took out his mobile phone first.

It didn't take long for him to start writing the poems and songs in his memory with a neat and neat regular script on rice paper, all of which did not exist in this world line after checking the duplicates.

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Skywalk Club.

R&D center manager's office.

A young woman with long black hair, a lithe body, a solitary face, and an extraordinary young woman, is chanting softly:

"If you take advantage of the righteousness of the heavens and the earth, and control the debate of the six qi, so that you can travel endlessly, will he be treated badly? Therefore, it is said: "The perfect man has no self, the gods and men have no merit, and the sages have no name..."

After thinking about it for a while, the woman muttered to herself:

"So when you were still a moth, did you have the will of Kunpeng? Sure enough, he was the man I chose."

"However, are you warning me? Even those who can swim indefinitely are still limited by this world, so I don't want to do whatever I want?"

After a while, her hair moved without wind and began to weave into two braids.

"Wait, let me recite it again, no, three times."

The half-braided braid swayed for a while, and finally stopped.

"There is a fish in Beiming, its name is Kun. Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; when it turns into a bird, its name is Peng. The back of Peng, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is..."