Douluo: Reincarnation of the Rock King, Wandering in the Mortal World

Chapter 281 281: Jealousy makes people look completely different

"Clouds think about clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold of Revlon."

"If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai."

"What a magnificent sight, what a beautiful woman!"

“I don’t know what kind of scene His Majesty the God of War wrote this poem.”

Wuhun City was in an uproar.

It is true that the Douluo Continent is a martial country, but they have almost no resistance to such beautiful poems.

It’s because they value martial arts but lack cultural and entertainment aspects.

Even 30,000 years later, Tang Wulin's songs can still move people's hearts. It's conceivable...

Compared with the poems of the Immortal Poet, Tang Wulin's singing is no different from..., there is no comparison at all, even though the two are not on the same track at all.

Once this poem is published, it will be passed down through the ages.

In the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong was holding a piece of paper in her hand, with a gleam in her eyes, and no one knew what she was thinking.

After a while, she finally sighed.

The past is too painful to recall. Half of her life was ruined by Yu Xiaogang, and the other half was ruined by Qian Xunji. It was really sad. Alas.

"If you had appeared thirty years earlier, why would it have come to this?"

Of course, Bibi Dong had no feelings for Zhongli, and what she said was not about love.

After seeing more perfect people, why would she be so narrow-minded as to fall for Yu Xiaogang?

How could Yu Xiaogang have such talent?
As long as you don't fall for Yu Xiaogang, none of these troubles would have happened.

That's why she said such strange words.

"Could this poem of yours be written for Xue'er?"

Only her daughter Qian Renxue is worthy of such poetry.

They are indeed mother and daughter, they thought of the same thing.

After a while, Bibi Dong seemed to have thought of something. She smiled but did not say much.

If Zhongli really likes Xue'er, wouldn't he be a good match for Qian Renxue?

Although she doesn't like her daughter, she also hopes that Qian Renxue can be happy.

Inside the hotel where Shrek Academy was resting, everyone was also savoring this poem.

Including Liu Erlong, everyone had a strange look on their faces.

The impression Zhongli gave to them was that he was powerful and terrifying.

Although there is some knowledge in it, it is a crooked and unorthodox approach.

Especially those words, which are full of fallacies and heresies.

But when this poem came out, even Tang San couldn't find any fault with it, which really made him unable to sleep or eat.

As a "killer", the knowledge learned is basically killing skills, or the nonsense literature in Xuantian Baolu.

At the same time, he was also an old friend, and he knew a thing or two about it. Of course, his knowledge was real.

Whether in terms of the order or the artistic conception of this poem, it is what Tang San admires.

Tang San clenched his fist and it was as if he had punched cotton, causing no damage at all, only helplessness and rage.

"How can he write such a poem?"

"Why should he?"

It would be fine if he was just strong, he practiced first, he had a strong martial spirit, and he had good luck, Tang San accepted all of these.

But things like poetry have nothing to do with these things!
It doesn’t mean that if you live long, you will be able to write poetry.

Jealousy makes a person look completely unrecognizable.

This is exactly the case with Tang San now.

"Third brother, you are the smartest among us, you should also write a poem to criticize this Martial God Douluo!" Ma Hongjun looked at the paper in his hand with an angry face and said to Tang San.

After hearing this, everyone subconsciously looked at Tang San, wanting to hear what Tang San would say.

Tang San:"……"

If you don’t know, you might think that Ma Hongjun was sent by the opposite side!

Isn't this making things difficult for Tang San?
How could he not know how much he weighs?

Write a poem to criticize Zhongli?

If Tang San could really do it, why would he be so helpless and furious here?
"It's just poetry, little Doyle!"

"We are soul masters. We should focus on cultivating our soul power. We should work hard to cultivate and not focus on these useless things."

Tang San said this calmly, but his heart was bleeding.

If he could, he would also like to say a few words, but unfortunately, he can't!
"Third brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Why are you shaking?"

Xiao Wu stood behind Tang San and asked subconsciously when she saw Tang San's body trembling slightly.

Everyone: "..."

Tang San: “O.0”

I originally wanted to say that what Tang San said makes sense.

But Tang San's performance clearly shows that he is incapable of writing such a poem. He is furious and incompetent, and he is just saying that the grapes are sour because he cannot eat them.

Everyone understood what he meant, but Tang San was one of them, so they didn't expose him.

"Third brother is right. As soul masters, we should focus on cultivating our soul power!"

Ma Hongjun spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice, his gaze unwavering, but a hint of disdain in the depths of his eyes betrayed him.

Even an illiterate like him thinks that Zhongli's writing is good and wonderful. He doesn't know what's good or wonderful about it, it's just good!
But Tang San said that this was Xiao Daoer, which was really not a human being.

Zhongli has broken through to the pinnacle of humanity, so can’t he study poetry and songs?
As if he had thought of something, Ma Hongjun suddenly realized.

Yes, it is because Zhongli has reached the pinnacle of the human world that he has nothing to do and spends the whole day listening to music in brothels!

This is the life he longs for!

Or, stop practicing?
Zhongli cultivated to level ninety-nine, or maybe even touched the level one hundred boundary, before he went to the brothel to listen to music. Ma Hongjun was only level forty at this time, so he could go directly to the brothel to listen to music. Wouldn't he have saved himself dozens of levels of detours?
Can we avoid taking decades or even hundreds of years of detours?
As soon as this thought came to mind, Ma Hongjun threw it out of his mind.

He hasn't avenged his teacher yet, so how can he just stop practicing?
At the very least, he must avenge his teacher before doing this!
But if he wants to take revenge, he must defeat Yu Yuanzhen. Yu Yuanzhen is Liu Erlong's uncle, and Liu Erlong is the teacher's favorite person...

It’s such a mess!
Ma Hongjun fell into deep thought for a moment.

"Xiao San is right. As soul masters, we should focus on cultivating our soul power!"

Dai Mubai nodded and said.

But there was a hint of uneasiness in the depths of his eyes, which showed that he didn't care much about this matter.

I should meet that person in the finals, right?

What if I meet him?
"What should I do to survive?"

Dai Mubai also fell into deep thought.

Tang San and Ma Hongjun promised him that they would help him, but without the assistance of the daughter of the Zhu family, it would be difficult for him to compete with the Nether White Tiger!
Dai Mubai knew very well how powerful the Nether White Tiger was, so it was reasonable for him to question the strength of Tang San and Ma Hongjun.

After all, he is the prince of the Xing Luo Empire, so the education he received is naturally different from that of others.

In his impression, the Nether White Tiger is one of the most powerful forces in the world.

Liu Erlong looked at the paper in her hand, then looked at Tang San, and finally said nothing.

Instead, she put the paper away, returned to her room, and began to practice.

"Teacher Erlong, what happened?"

Everyone was somewhat confused about Liu Erlong's strange behavior.

(End of this chapter)