Chapter 607

"Well, although it seems strange, it is undeniable that it makes sense." After listening to the baldheaded patient explanation, Jia Yun said this. Indeed, the baldheaded words have been said like this. Although it doesn't make sense, it is really his explanation. If his father doesn't help at this time, it will be too despised by others.

What's more, there are so many people who are even greater because of her. With such a bald head, he will be bald. I believe there will be a lot of bald people in the city in the future. Even if he forcibly shaves the whole city with his own money, there is nothing wrong. After all, there is so much money.

"It's more than reasonable. What the young master said is simply a wise saying. In the future, I must frame this sentence and put it on the head of my bed. I should always alert me and innovate more in order to have better development." That fat merchant was determined to flatter the place, so after Jia Yun finished, he immediately connected it, and his voice was louder. It seemed that he wanted everyone to hear. His statement aroused everyone's interest. There were different opinions at once. They all thought that bald head was the best hairstyle in the world.

"Well, let's do this first. Let's listen to my poetry first. Don't get excited." Bald, he wanted to solve such a thing as soon as possible, but don't mention bald, so he said so.

"Young master, please do it. I'm all ears." Another person at the bottom said that the fat merchant was a little slower this time, and the first flattery was flattered by others.

The bald head nodded, then walked forward for two steps and said loudly, "the name of my poem is gentleman's theory. I hope everyone will remember this poem." He was bald and frowned, as if he was thinking. The whole look was very artificial and exaggerated, but people on the field were used to seeing him like this at ordinary times. They didn't feel anything strange and were listening carefully.

"Fortunately, this time it's no longer a bathing poem. Women are like flowers. I'm drunk and guilty of myself..." hearing the name of this time, Jia Yun relaxed a little. Since it's a gentleman's theory, it certainly won't be those pornographic and violent poems. He still has some expectations for this time.

"Gentleman theory, author, Jia Junzi." Although there was some confusion in his heart, Jia Junzi couldn't see it from his face. He took a few steps forward and said with righteous words and momentum, "the moon is dark and the wind is high at night, killing people and setting fire to the sky. He doesn't dare to speak loudly, fearing people in the sky."

Originally, bald still wanted to recite the poems he had learned. Don't many novels pretend to be forced like that? It can attract a large number of people, but it turns around on its back and recites those wrong poems when you were a child

Although the two poems did not come from the same one, they were still very appropriate. There was a wake-up feeling to immerse in it, but it was not the same one after all, so he was embarrassed at that time. He remembered his Chinese teacher who had died for many years.

"It's really a good poem. It's so incisive and the words are real. Every word is filled with emotion about the dirty and evil in this world!" But before the bald man was finished, the fat merchant immediately got up with tears in his eyes, shouting so loudly, although he didn't even hear the terms of the poem.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high, killing people and setting fire to the sky. I dare not speak loudly and fear to frighten people in the sky... It's really a good poem!" One of doctor Xu's own disciples murmured a few words like this, and then nodded. He was not a compliment. He was not among those who flattered him before. After all, his status in this town doesn't need that anymore.

"The first two sentences are very atmospheric. They describe what a person or group of people want to do in the dead of day and night." This pro disciple actually stood up and said, "when people feel disgusted with it and hate this poem, the last two sentences suddenly run and end this poem with a very refreshing sentence."

"Dare not speak loudly, fear to frighten the people in the sky..." the pro disciple took a few steps forward, pondered and said, "from the first two sentences of this poem, it must not be a poem describing mythology, that is to say, the people in the sky in this poem must not be gods."

"Well, now, we might as well look at the previous poem and come to a conclusion. After all, no one kills for no reason. They should be a group of killers when they assassinate others..." the pro disciple said clearly, "so the whole description of this poem means that there is a killer who accepted the order, He wanted to kill others one night, but his actions were very secret. He was afraid of being discovered by the other party, and even compared the other party to a man in heaven. "

"If a killer is compared to a man in heaven, his strength is probably very great, and if a killer assassinates so many people with strength higher than himself, it can be said that his state of mind is very superb." The pro disciple seems to know the praising poems very well at ordinary times, so the explanation is like flowing clouds and flowing water, which is much better than the fat merchant just now.

"It's like in ancient times, Jing Ke went to assassinate Qin Shihuang. The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return..." the pro disciple said again, but his words surprised his bald head. He said that he had encountered the ancient Qin Dynasty. Is this after the Qin Dynasty.

"The black wind is high in the night, killing and setting fire. The sky dare not speak loudly, for fear of frightening the people in the sky. This poem is also such a mood. It describes its own sad situation and has to kill a person whose strength is far higher than that of itself. It is like the original Jing Ke, who has to face the whole state of Qin. They have the same father and different work. " Finally, the pro disciple sighed that yueyingsheng changed a few poems casually uttered by bald head into adult poems with great philosophy.

"Are ancient people so mentally disabled? It's terrible. " Standing on it with a bald head can be said to be uneasy. He was afraid that his poem would show his feet and be found by the other party, because he didn't know whether these poems were before the Tang Dynasty. Had they heard of them? If he plagiarizes, it's not good. After all, the master of the body is usually very noble. He won't do such things. In that case, he is likely to be exposed.

But when he heard that this man was helping himself so much, his bald head was almost happy, so he immediately said, "yes, my poem is to tell everyone that no matter who doesn't want to be a bad person, even if he is a killer, but in his own heart... It's also..."

Baldheaded just said that. However, after saying that, he suddenly found that something was wrong. Several people on the field seemed to have changed from their previous respect. He immediately understood that this is ancient times, and the feudal thought is very pedantic. If you tell them, the bad guys can also be forgiven, Bad people also happen for a reason, which must be very inconsistent with the logic here.

So the bald head immediately changed his mouth and changed it into this, "their hearts are also fragile and weak. It's not complete. My poem is to advise everyone that even killers will be afraid, and their hearts will be afraid. Therefore, we must be brave when we meet those bad guys and will defeat them." In this way, the temperament of this poem immediately became a poem to advise everyone never to be afraid of bad people. In this way, it was in line with the situation at that time.

"Well, well, this poem is really good. It's much better than those before you." Jia Yun said this. In fact, he didn't understand the meaning of these poems. However, seeing the eloquence of doctor Xu's disciple and his son's very firm expression, he didn't say anything. He praised repeatedly. He had already made plans in his heart and must make the sales of this poem reach a new high.

"It turns out that this poem has such a meaning. Forgive me for being clumsy. I really didn't see it. Thank you for your teaching." The fat merchant immediately told Gong Shou, a disciple of doctor Xu, that he could not afford to offend, so he flattered him.

However, he didn't say anything. He knew at a glance that the merchant obviously didn't come for this poem. People like them can be said to have a copper smell. The two words of key poems are really not qualified.

However, I was secretly surprised that Jia Junzi's poems were very obscene and vulgar. I didn't expect that he still had such faith. It seems that people can't judge by appearance.

"Childe Jia's poems are really good. There is a thought-provoking feeling. We will learn from each other and learn from each other in the future." At this time, the pro disciple actually directly looked at him and said with a bald head, he is a doctor. He usually likes those documents and books very much, but he is only exclusive. He is not active. Before, the master could share with him, but now the master is old, so she urgently needs a friend, And Jia junzi, who had been despised before, was really surprised by today's poem. He thought this friend was very suitable.

"Yes, the dog must have more contact with you so that he can learn what is good." Jia Yun couldn't let go of such an opportunity, so he immediately said so to express his respect for each other.

"I will pay a visit the other day to discuss poetry, poetry, poetry and poetry." Bald head wanted to solve this kind of thing as soon as possible, so he nodded and said immediately.

To tell the truth, he is usually an Internet addict. When he is addicted to the Internet, he will almost be electrocuted by someone. Therefore, there is no chance to write poetry. She is very stage fright. She can stand on it for so long by her similarity with Jia Junzi.

At the same time, the bald head also secretly wondered why the task had not come yet. He felt that the current scene was a game. Since it was a game, there must be a game task, but he had no hint now. It was like a real fantasy. It was not a game.

"There is no game task, so how can I find a shortcut out?" Looking at everything around, I don't know why, the bald heart gave rise to a sad scene.