“Is this poem really you made?”

Ye Siyan looked at Zhang Yifei with an incredible face, and there were a lot of accidents in her eyes, and I couldn't believe that such a beautiful ornate poem would come from the big and old mouth of Zhang Yifei.

"It's hard to cook."Zhang Yifei did not harm the plagiarism at all for plagiarizing the works of the ancients, patting his chest and saying a big word.

Although the hot dog had just been angry with Zhang Yifei, I would like to tear Zhang Yifei torn up, but when he heard the poem "Send the geese", he was deeply shocked by the gorgeous words of this poem, and such a poem, the poems he had recited before were really not of any level, and even he felt like it himself... Like a shit, it is hard to believe that there are such people in this world.

Ye Siyan can not believe, intuition told her, this must be Zhang Yifei where he has seen secretly back down the big poem, can never be Zhang Yifei can do it, look at Zhang Yifei this virtue, like a person who can make poetry?

“My mother doesn’t believe it!”

"Don't you believe it?"This is my brother’s original.

“If you can do one more, I believe you.”Ye Siyan poked his finger hard on the forehead.

“Fuck, what’s so hard about this!”

Zhang Yifei's eyes were deep, with a smile on his face, but there was a look of a commotion, "Brother seven steps can make a poem."

Seven steps to a poem?

Ye Siyan was suddenly trembling with this sentence, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Zhang Yifei, you are less dressed and forced in front of the old lady, and make a poem in seven steps, the old lady counts..."

The sound came to an abrupt, as Zhang Yifei had taken the first step with his hands on his shoulders and began to make poetry.

"Seven steps of poetry, boiling beans as a soup, garlic as juice; flaming in the suze, the beans in the futon crying; this is the same root, fried why is too urgent?" 」

One step, exactly seven steps.

Seven steps into a poem, and rhetoric and luxury, heart, the last sentence is the finishing touch, metaphorical relatives or friends to attack each other, sad and sad, really, so talented, it is too much to call it a poem!

"This guy is really..." Ling Xiu did not know what word to use to describe Zhang Yifei, can only say that he was hanging, even the first-school Cao Zhi's "seven-step poem" even remembered.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The crowd around them was in an outcry, a warm applause, and a loud voice.

“Good poetry, good poetry!”

"Seven steps to make poetry, and it is still a strict and meaningful poem, which is simply a ghost of the academic world."

"I didn't expect that there is such a brilliant person in the challenge madman, how does his brain grow, how is it so smart?"

Many people who have a lot of love to learn from their hearts, said with great admiration.

The members of the competitive pirate group have long been silent, the poems made by hot dogs and poems written by Zhang Yifei, who's good and who's not good to hear has been distinguished from the high and low, but also a difference between heaven and earth, they are now a little embarrassed for the fact that Zhang Yifei has just said bad.

"Grandpa, oh no, Master, you have a lot of forgiveness for my rudeness, and from now on, you are the master of my hot dog!"

Hot dogs deeply for Zhang Yifei's talent to the talent to be convinced, has been impatient to worship Zhang Yifei as a teacher, but the thought that they are still in the game, they forcibly endure this impulse, continue to stay in the oil pan.

"The one next door, since the name of Master Laozi, then your mother's wife has not rushed to come to bow down to his brother?"A fly in his heart cursed.

But this idea can not be said, otherwise it is equivalent to admitting the crime of deliberately trying to lure hot dogs out of the oil pan, he smiled and said: "Good apprentice, for the teacher to re-enroll a brother's famous work, this time not a poem, but a word."

People held their breath, pricked up their ears, eyes blinked at Zhang Yifei, the face is full of expectation, even at the beginning of the firmly do not believe that Zhang Yifei's eyes are somewhat flashing, full of appreciation.

"Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang North, Orange Head.Look at the red mountains, the forest is stained... Ask the vastness of the earth, who is the Lord floating?”

It was just the beginning, and everyone present felt a huge atmosphere, galloping the general of the sand.

“I’ve even got the word ***.”

Ling Xiu showed a rather complicated smile, and now I have to admit that Zhang Yifei is a talent.

"...remembering the old days thick, just the young students, the wind is beautiful; the book business spirit, waving Fang Shu."Pointing to the mountains, stirring words, the dung soil was the year.Do you remember to hit the water and stop the boat?”

The word is finished, and the whole square is silent.

Yan painted a colorful and vibrant map of the river, and borrowed the lyricism of the scene to show a big mind, the mountains are used to point, and the words are used to excite them.

Unspeakable power, unspeakable strength, unspeakable excitement!

Such a word, can no longer be used to describe its absolute, its beauty, its momentum...

“Is that really a word, why do I see a huge mountain in front of me?”

“Who is this guy with thick lips, and how could he have such a strong spirit?”

"I don't think there can be any other word in the world that can surpass this one, that's too much."

The people present were deeply impressed by Zhang Yifei's "Qinyuan Spring? Changsha", and this word has a kind of momentum, like a rushing river, like a rolling hurricane, in their hearts and minds, they will not be able to return to God for a long time.

Cai Ziyan stunned, she received today these four people will make her unforgettable, Wu can guillotine, oil pan, can conquer thousands of poems, such a combination, where did it emerge?

Ye Siyan was also shocked and looked at Zhang Yifei.

For the envious jealousy and admiration and respect around the eyes, Zhang Yifei is very enjoyable, dumped the dumped bangs, heart said: brother is finally pretending to be forced, this feeling is refreshing!

“Oh, hey.”

A liquid splash sounded.

But the hot dog in the oil pan could no longer control his admiration for Zhang Yifei, jumped away from the oil pan, rushed to Zhang Yifei like a wind, knelt on the ground, held on his hands tightly to Zhang Fei's thigh, and shouted respectfully: "Master, I obeyed, I was completely obedient, with you, the poems I made are simply a shit, no, even shit, Master, please teach me."

Although he is five or three coarse, but he is fond of poetry, Zhang Yifei's efforts in this regard are the peak for him, where he has any disrespect, the eyes are almost crazy worship.

“Old man, you have lost!”

Zhang Yifei's original form was revealed, excitedly and excitedly, Ye Siyan shouted.

At the same time, Lingjing jumped from the oil pan and landed steadily on the ground, bringing out a lot of hot oil.