Zongwu: Aspiring to be the mastermind behind the scenes

Chapter 87 Poetry and Dirty Talk

Zhuo Yihang was dressed in white, holding a sword in his hand, with a stern expression, as he stepped onto the stage step by step.

At the same time, a deep hum came out of his mouth.

"I hold the sun and the moon in my hands and pluck the stars. There is no one like me in the world!"

Under the influence of internal force, these fourteen words instantly spread around the ring, suppressing all other sounds.

This unprecedented appearance stunned everyone around the ring.

Zhuo Yihang on the stage was already handsome, and he dressed up specially today.

Against the backdrop of these fourteen words, there is an indescribable sense of style.

It took a moment for people to react.

"Fuck! Damn this young man!"

"Sounds like such a pretentious statement...why didn't it come from me?"

“I knew I should have read more!”

"why?"

"Because I want to imitate him now, but all I can think of is..."

On the stage.

Zhuo Yihang raised his head slightly, revealing a condescending attitude.

"I am Zhuo Yihang from Wudang, and I'm here to test my sword skills!"

"Everyone, do you dare to test the sharpness of my sword?"

His words revealed a heroic spirit that looked down upon the world.

Suddenly, the eyes of all the female warriors in the audience lit up.

But the side effects are also huge, that is, more men have fire in their eyes.

"Fuck! This kid is so pretentious?!"

A big man jumped onto the stage and said, "Don't be so arrogant, you little white face! I'm going to beat you to death right now!"

In fact, this arena still emphasizes fairness. There will be no situation where the big bully the small or people in their forties or fifties bully people in their twenties.

And this fairness mainly depends on the face of the people in the underworld.

After all, it is a fight in front of all the heroes in the world.

If you really bully the weak like that, it will be bad for your reputation if it gets out.

The big man in front of him looked to be in his early thirties, not much older than Zhuo Yihang.

As an outstanding disciple of Wudang, Zhuo Yihang is definitely the best among the three generations of Wudang disciples.

He immediately drew his sword and defeated the big man in just two moves.

Seeing that the young man was not only handsome and good at pretending, but also had pretty good martial arts skills, many female heroes below liked him even more.

However, the second person who came up after this big man had a little fame in the martial arts world. He fought with Zhuo Yihang for twenty or thirty moves before being defeated.

Afterwards, Zhuo Yihang defeated the third person. Seeing the fourth person stepping onto the stage, he calculated the Qi in his body, snorted coldly, and said, "My Qi is not strong enough. Taking turns like this... Humph, you win!"

He stepped down immediately.

At this time, he had already gained the recognition and love of many female heroes, and he stepped down because he consumed too much energy in the battles, so his image was not damaged.

After he stepped down from the stage, many female warriors gathered around him.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes lit up: "This is a good move, this is really a good move!"

"Not bad what?!"

Xue Bing grabbed Lu Xiaofeng's waist and twisted it hard, glaring angrily.

"No...nothing..."

At noon, everyone found an inn and booked a private room.

Zhou Mingdao said, "Brother Zhuo, why are you attending the banquet alone? Is there not a single female hero among so many that you dislike?"

Zhuo Yihang sighed and said, "There's nothing we can do. The closer it gets to the Grandmaster's birthday banquet, the more things we Wudang disciples have to do. This morning, we brothers squeezed in all the time. We really don't have the time to hang out with those female warriors... Sigh!"

Zhou Ming said, "That's fine. After what happened this morning, Senior Brother Zhuo is likely to become world-famous. Will he still be worried about not having a close female friend in the future?"

"Yes!" said another Wudang disciple nearby, "Brother Zhuo is truly going to be famous all over the world now."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but look at Zhou Ming: "Junior Brother Zhou... Oh no, Senior Brother Zhou, could you please give us some pointers as well?"

Everyone's eyes lit up and they quickly agreed.

"Yes, brother, we are all fellow disciples!"

"Brother, when you become my disciple, if you have any questions about martial arts, feel free to come to me."

"Brother, you can't be partial to one and ignore the other!"

Seeing the crowd making such a commotion, Zhuo Yihang's face turned serious and he shouted, "What do you mean by this? Are you trying to force Junior Brother Zhou?"

He was obviously quite prestigious, and everyone fell silent immediately, not daring to say anything more.

Zhou Mingdao said, "Brothers, as the saying goes, a good sentence is a natural gift, and a master's hand comes by chance. Like the sentence I gave to Brother Zhuo earlier, it is indeed impossible for me to write one for each of you in such a short time.

However, there are thousands of words in the world, and there are endless wonderful sentences and beautiful words. After you go back and study poetry and books, perhaps you can create sentences that are far better than mine!
I have nothing but a little experience, which I may be able to teach you, my fellow brothers."

Someone nearby quickly poured Zhou Ming some wine and said, "Brother Zhou, please speak. We are all ears!"

Zhou Mingdao said, "Actually, this type of poem doesn't have to be particularly well-written. As long as the words are powerful, it's fine. But the most important thing is that it's catchy and memorable!
After all, we publish our poems to make a name for ourselves. If the verses are obscure and difficult to understand, and people can't remember them, how can we spread them?"

"What senior brother said is absolutely true!"

"The second point is the choice of words within the poem. It's crucial to be careful. After all, once it's circulated, people might use the poem's title as a nickname for the resident. If the poem mentions a dragon, you might be called the Dragon Swordsman. But if it mentions a dog, no one would be happy to be called the Dog Swordsman."

"Listening to what Senior Brother said really opened my eyes!"

Zhou Mingdao said, "Finally, if you can't do the above two things, then you can also say something that sounds profound and seems to make sense. It doesn't matter whether it has anything to do with you. If that doesn't work, just repeat some famous quotes from the past. In short, you have to give people a sense of grandeur!"

"Brother, three words are worth thirty years of waiting!"

Zhou Ming raised his wine glass and said, "I only hope that you, my fellow apprentice brothers, can take this opportunity to become famous throughout the world, so that all my efforts will not be in vain!"

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At first, no one cared about the fight.

He's just a young man with a lot of personality.

It was not until the next day when teenagers in Taoist robes recited the poems in various pretentious postures that people realized that some changes had taken place.

On the third day, not only the Wudang Sect, not only the Taoists, but also the monks and scholars all participated.

They stepped onto the stage with high spirits and an attitude of pride. The first thing they showed was not their swords, but the poems they sang.

"Thirty years to the east of Hedong, thirty years to the west of Hexi!"

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tried!"

"The hall is full of flowers and three thousand guests are drunk, and fourteen states are frost-freezed with one sword!"

"I bloom in the midst of slaughter, like a flower at dawn!"

"A flute and a sword, a lifetime of work, carrying the reputation of a madman for fifteen years!"

"The road ahead is long, and only the sword is my companion!"

"The cold wind blows in the valley of desolation, the cicadas sing in spring and autumn, and the young people return!"

Later, it was not limited to these scholars, but everyone was full of poetry. From then on, the arena for martial arts competitions became a arena for literary competitions.

It’s just that most people have too low a level of education to compose poems, so they can only follow the last of the three principles and say some inexplicable but seemingly powerful words, or simply repeat the words of their predecessors.

The word "poetry title" seems inappropriate at this time.

Among the people, there is another name for this phenomenon.

Dirty talk!

The founder of this phenomenon is respectfully called the "King of Dirty Talk".

Five-star reviewer 'Jianghu Lu Ren' commented: "Give him three chances to say something, and he can change the entire Jianghu!"

Finally, with the end of the birthday celebration, heroes from various countries returned to various parts of the world, and this trend swept across the country.

From then on, it became the most basic etiquette for warriors to say something dirty before fighting.

It is known in history as the era of big dirty talk!

(End of this chapter)