Chapter 1025： Must be him

Seeing this second line of poem, the thin and tall man seemed to cheer up all those people. He was proud of his heart and continued to say: "Zeng Yun is born with his chest, and he is determined to return to the bird."

As soon as the third sentence came out, Yan Yunqiu and the others were even more violent. Although they were a little proud and complacent, their level of poetry was indeed much higher than that of the thin and tall men.

Naturally, the understanding of this third line of poem is much deeper.

Yan Yunqiu looked at the thin and tall man in disbelief, could he make such a poem? He never believed it.

But where does this poem come from?

Before Yan Yunqiu could understand this question, his head suddenly "buzzed", and a dizziness, a kind of pride that was not under his own control, stirred in his heart.

Because, he heard the next line of poem, in his mind at this time, there was only one voice that kept echoing, "I will be Ling Jue Ding, looking at the mountains and small mountains."

Other than that, there was no other voice.

And the other people in Yayun Poetry Club are in the same situation as Yan Yunqiu at this time, and they are all in their minds, "They will be the top of the mountain, looking at the mountains."

They are poets, and they are more likely to be infected by poetry than lanky men and others.

Therefore, the shock brought to them by this poem is actually greater than that of the tall and thin men and others.

Although they didn't want to, they didn't want to, but a soaring pride came from the bottom of their hearts and was not controlled by them.

The people on the thin and tall man's side, seeing the other person stunned by this poem, were all very proud, which was a different sense of comfort.

They also enjoy this feeling.

Although this poem was not made by them, it can also be considered to be from their camp. At least it came from a rock on the side where they were.

Just to observe the changes in Yan Yunqiu and others' expressions, they all focused their attention on the faces of Yan Yunqiu and others.

So I didn't notice that when the thin and tall man was just reading the poem, more and more tourists were already standing not far behind him.

These tourists have just walked here, and when they came, they happened to hear someone chanting poems here.

This is a very normal thing, so everyone didn't care much at the beginning. With the addition of the first three poems, everyone seemed to understand but not understand, so they didn't care much.

But who knew the last poem, they suddenly understood it completely. Not only did I understand it, but also suddenly felt a kind of pride that I had never had before, a kind of pride of "seeing all the mountains and small mountains".

Their hearts are full of pride.

If they had heard this poem elsewhere, they might not have such a strong feeling, but now they are standing on the top of Mount Tai, they really understand what it means to "see the mountains and small mountains".

They were so excited that they didn't expect to hear such a poem as soon as they walked here.

Among them, one young man was the most excited. This young man was no one else but Cui Ming, who had crossed with Li Fan at the foot of the mountain.

In the morning, he won the championship of the first couplet match. After he got the second couplet written by Li Fan, "A beautiful woman meets the moon, two beautiful women in the sky and the earth", he hurried to the mountain, wanting to compete with Li Fan. Meet again.

Unfortunately, he didn't even know which tour route Li Fan took up the mountain, and he never encountered Li Fan again throughout the day.

He didn't know whether Li Fan was going down the mountain halfway, or would he stay on the mountain for one night?

He had some regrets, but he thought that Li Fan might stay on the mountain for one night, and the best place to rest is the top of Mount Tai.

So, he came to the top of Mount Tai and planned to stay here for one night, which was in line with his previous plan.

And luck, obviously came to him again.

He heard the poem read by the thin and tall man, and that poem shocked and excited him.

He quickly ran to the thin and tall man and asked eagerly: "My buddy, what is the name of the poem you just read? Who wrote it?"

The tall thin man and the others were enjoying it. Seeing the thrill of Yan Yunqiu and others with shocked faces, they were slightly taken aback by Cui Ming's sudden questioning.

However, he soon reacted, and the slender man smiled and said, "It seems that this brother, he also heard the poem I read just now. The name of this poem is "Wang Yue". As for who wrote it? We are now do not know either?"

"I don't know?" Cui Ming was taken aback this time, and asked, "Then where did your poem come from?"

The thin tall man smiled again and said, "Brother, do you see that big rock? Is there a word on it? It's the poem I just read."

This made Cui Ming disappointed for a while, and said in his heart: "Since it is a poem carved on a stone, it should have existed for a long time. It seems that I was wrong. But why haven't you heard such a good poem before?"

Seeing the disappointed look on Cui Ming's face, the thin and tall men and others were also very surprised, "Isn't this kid very excited just now? Why did he suddenly look like this again?"

Cui Ming, who was a little disappointed in his heart, walked to the rock pointed to by the thin and tall man, ready to take a look at the poem. After all, it was an excellent poem.

And when he cast his gaze on the rock, the whole person was taken aback suddenly, and then became very excited again.

Because the writing on the rocks is very similar to the writing on a piece of paper he saw this morning.

So, Cui Ming once again came to the thin and tall man and asked excitedly: "My buddy, did someone just write the poem on the rock?"

The thin tall man and the others, seeing Cui Ming ran back excitedly, his heart became more and more strange, "What the **** is this kid who was surprised?"

However, the tall and thin man replied: "It should have been written not long ago, but we didn't notice when it was written, nor who did it."

"Didn't notice? That's right." Not only was Cui Ming not disappointed, but his eyes lit up, after thinking about it, and then asked: "So, have you seen before that a young man appeared near here? There should be a very beautiful woman wearing a sun hat by his side."

"Huh?" The lanky man and the others gave Cui Ming a surprised look. The lanky man said, "How did you know that there is such a man? We have talked about it. Everyone has such a treat for him. The beautiful girlfriend is envious."

When Cui Ming heard this, he said excitedly: "Then it can't be wrong, absolutely can't be wrong, it must be him."

The tall thin man asked in confusion: "Brother, what is him? Do you recognize that person?"

Cui Ming smiled and said, "It should be considered a acquaintance. Moreover, I can tell you that he must have left the song "Wang Yue" on the rock."

The thin and tall man shook his head and said: "It should be impossible. We have doubted him before, but his thin arms and legs cannot leave words on such a hard rock."

Cui Ming laughed and said, "Then it can only be him. To write a poem quickly on such a hard rock, it is absolutely possible for someone to do it. In the legend, he has a very good skill. It’s said that someone has seen him make a shot. I didn’t believe it before, but now I see the poem on the rock, and I believe it. Alas! It’s a legendary figure."

"Hey! Brother, wait. Why do I get more and more confused?" said the thin tall man. "Since you know him, you tell us who he is?"

Cui Ming smiled and said: "You must have heard his name. I ask you, who is the first person in the poetry world today?"

"Who doesn't know? Mr. Li Fan." The thin tall man replied directly without hesitation.

Suddenly, the thin and tall man suffocated suddenly, and said in disbelief: "You mean he is just..."

Cui Ming nodded and smiled: "Just as you think in your heart."

"Boom~" For a moment, the thin tall man and others were all stunned, completely in disbelief.

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