Chapter 56 Really Good
In the midst of everyone's fervent gaze, Wei Xiao smiled calmly and said, "Of course there is."
This sentence is like a morning bell and an evening drum, both on stage and off, all is quiet.
Zhou Shao Yang's legs trembled upon hearing, his face turned even paler, his lips cracked, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot veins. He stammered: "Please tell me, Brother Wei."
Wei Zhuo glanced at Zhao Yuan Kui's right hand, which was already shaking slightly, and said thoughtfully in a loud voice, "Red stove burns charcoal to resist the cold wind of winter."
"Red stove burns charcoal, cold wind guards the grand winter"
This sentence was like a thunderclap in winter, not only blasting Zhou Shao-yang into a state of utter disarray, but also sending all the people watching from the high platform flying to the ninth heaven, drifting aimlessly without knowing what to do.
A century-old palindrome poem that has never appeared before, now suddenly appears four times, and Wei Zhao alone has come up with three in just a few steps! Zhou Shao Yang and more than 50 people studied for a year and a half to think of one, but everyone can barely accept it. However, Wei Zhao came up with three in an instant, which they cannot tolerate no matter what!
Some people with low resistance have fallen down, breathing weakly, their eyes rolled back, but no one shouted for emergency rescue.
Under the high platform, it was quiet and still, without a sound.
On the high platform, it was even more quiet. Zhou Shao Yang's eyes were bloodshot and flashing, his mouth twitching, his face ferocious. He stared fixedly at Wei Zhao, his whole body trembling, his two fists clenched tightly together. The entire person was like a starving leopard, accumulating strength and ready to pounce over and bite Wei Zhao to death at any moment!
The normally calm and smiling old man in Chinese attire was stroking the "Taizu's Unofficial Biography" with his left hand, which was slightly trembling. A rare look of surprise appeared on his iron-like face. His right hand was shaking as he touched his beard, and his eyes were flashing with an unspoken sharpness that others could hardly express. His body was also unconsciously emitting a murderous aura unique to those in high positions.
Qin's forehead was beaded with cold sweat, and his legs couldn't help but tremble. He didn't dare to look at the old man in fine clothes, because he knew that the old man was making an extremely important decision!
"Just cancel everything."
After a long time, an extremely tired and old voice came out from the old man in Chinese clothes.
"Master......" The beautiful eyes widened in surprise, and the lovely face was shocked as she stared at Master Yin Kong.
The Buddhist beads in the hands of Master Yin Kong were still disordered, he took a deep breath and smiled stiffly: "It seems that I have not done anything wrong."
It wasn't until a while later that she came back to her senses, lightly exhaling and still shaken, saying "Wei Gongzi is indeed talented, writing such a great poem."
"Hmm." The calm and collected woman who had been reading a book suddenly interjected.
Yin Kongzi and Yi Yunju were both startled, and many curious onlookers turned their heads to look at her.
The Empty Void Master rather liked this pure and innocent girl, and smiled: "How did you know?"
Miss Ning pursed her lips and looked at Master Yin Kong, saying softly: "I know."
Yin Kongzi glanced at her and knew she was a Zi, smiled kindly, and didn't ask again.
Fu Yan's face turned red, and he wished he could fly to the high platform right now. The little girl was even more excited, hugging her legs and curling up on the ground, her small face scrunched up and her big eyes narrowed into a line, she was laughing so hard that she couldn't make a sound.
On the high platform, Zhou Shao Yang's whole body was trembling, his face was pale and bloodless, his eyes were red and round, his dry and cracked lips kept moving, staring straight at Wei Xiao, gritting his teeth as if he would pounce on him at any moment!
He hates! He is angry! He resents! He rages! He envies! He begrudges!
His hatred for Wei Zhao had reached the sky, and his painstakingly prepared couplet was easily matched by Wei Zhao, who even managed to match three in one breath!
One and a half years! One and a half years! More than 500 days and nights! More than 6,000 hours! They racked their brains to study hard, but ended up with such a result!
How can he not hate! How can his hatred not overflow the heavens!
Wei Xiao seemed to have not seen his ferocious face and said: "Brother Zhou, don't you think that these couplets are actually quite well-arranged and symmetrical?"
The oriole sings on the willow bank in the spring sunshine, and the willow sways gently in the spring sunshine under the clear night moon. The bright moon shines at night with a gentle spring breeze rustling the willows, and the willows sway gently in the spring sunshine on the bank where the oriole sings.
Fragrant lotus green water ripples with cool breeze, cool breeze ripples in the long summer. Long summer days bring cooling breezes that stir the water, and the fragrant scent of lotus blooms amidst the rippling green waters.
Autumn river Chu geese stay on sandy islet, geese stay on sandy islet shallow water flows. Flowing water shallow islet sand stays geese, islet sand stays geese Chu river autumn.
The red stove burns charcoal in the cold wind, and the charcoal is burned by the cold wind to resist the severe winter. The severe winter resists the cold wind that burns the charcoal, and the cold wind that burns the charcoal makes the stove red.
Everyone listened carefully and pondered, their eyes flashing with astonishment, their faces filled with shock and incredulity!
It's indeed a complete four-season poem!
Zhou Shaoyang's eyes were bloodshot, muttering to himself in a low voice. When he finished, his eyes lifted up, and the bloody light flickered, his face as ferocious and terrifying as the nine-headed demon of hell. He stared at Wei Zao with an unblinking gaze, his crimson eyes like those of a bloodthirsty monster, his cheekbones twitching non-stop, revealing rows of sharp white teeth.
This is a huge irony, the couplet he worked so hard to come up with not only was matched by someone else, but also seamlessly became a poem, it's as if it was tailor-made for his arch-nemesis Wei Zhao!
"Wei Zhao!" Zhou Shao Yang let out a low growl, like a wild beast, and suddenly charged at Wei Zhao.
"Halt!" Wu Fangyuan was the first to come to his senses, immediately shouting loudly at Zhou Shao-yang who had lost control. At the same time, the guards below rushed up upon hearing the news.
Wei Xiao lightly shook his head, wanting to tell him that it's better for people to be low-key, and not to turn on the lights in the toilet.
As he pounced over, Wei Zuo's body slowly retreated backwards. Zhou Shao Yang's eyes were bloodshot, having already lost his rationality, his complexion was pale, his lips dry and cracked, looking extremely ferocious and terrifying, where was the elegant and refined white-clothed gentleman?
"Ah ah ah......" Zhou Shaoyang's hands danced wildly, his face twisted in a fierce scowl, as he charged over, bellowing. He had already lost all reason in his rage!
Wei Zuo glanced back and saw Zhou Shaoyang rushing up to him, his body suddenly shifted to one side!
Zhou Shaoyang's eyes suddenly widened, and one foot had already stepped into thin air!
"Guardian of the Woods..."
Zhou Shaoyang let out a mournful roar and his body involuntarily crashed down from the stage!
The crowd under the stage was in an uproar, with all sorts of voices bursting out at once.
Wei Zhao walked over and looked down, only to see Zhou Shao-yang crouched there, with fresh blood at the corner of his mouth, his face still filled with anger and resentment, hatred pouring out!
The two guards also walked over, looking at Zhou Shaoyang who had already fainted on the stage, and then glanced at Wei Qiao, hesitated for a moment, and turned to walk away.
Zhao Yuankui's eyebrows were tightly knitted, his eyes flashing with cold light as he gazed at Wei Zuo's back, his face growing increasingly unpredictable.
Wu Fangyuan was shocked, then her face lit up with excitement. She ran to Wei Zuo's side in three strides, looking at him as if he were a rare treasure. Her eyes shone brightly as she gazed at him, and her hands couldn't help but reach out to touch him.
Wei Zhao looked at Wu Fangyuan's extremely surprised face, especially the hands that came up to touch him, and quietly retreated backwards without making a sound.
"Haha, great! Great! Great! You're Wei Zao, right? Great! Great! Great!" Wu Fangyuan didn't notice Wei Zao's movements at all, and excitedly stared at him, with the learned and elegant Hanlin scholar repeatedly shouting "Great" from his mouth.
Wei Zhuo's remaining light glanced at Zhao Yuanke's cold and clear face, his eyes flashing with a faint smile.
The old man's chest heaved violently, his eyes bursting with an unprecedented radiance!
"Good! Good! Good!" The old man in the Chinese tunic stood up, his hand slapping against the pillar of the canopy, and loudly shouted with extreme excitement.
Qin Yun didn't know what the old emperor meant, his face was covered in cold sweat, his eyes flickered, and his mind quickly turned over, thinking about the meaning of the three "goods".
As the pillar shook, the entire curtain also swayed, and the guard outside immediately rushed in one, seeing the old man's spirit was high, his eyes were shining brightly, couldn't help but pause for a moment, then quietly retreated.
An old man in Chinese attire with a ruddy complexion, his eyes twinkling like cold stars, his chest heaving with emotion, his hair and beard flying wildly. He had already forgotten everything, and spoke loudly to himself: "Earlier, I still had a thread of doubt in my heart, but now, it's all right!"
Qin Yun's body suddenly shook violently, his lips dry and tongue parched, a chill ran down his spine.
Her pale face was trembling with fear, her white jade hands shaking lightly as she stared at the high platform in extreme horror.
The old master held the Buddhist rosary in his hand, his lips moving incessantly, and a low murmur escaped. Only the thumb that turned the rosary was slightly trembling.
Miss Ning's pretty face was cold and clear, her eyelashes fluttering as she said softly: "He's really good to you."
