Super Hero Monk: Hormones Journey to the West

Chapter 28 Literature no longer exists!
Ah this?

Rampant! Crazy! Extreme!
The whole audience changed color.

Are the four talented and romantic men arrogant? Of course they are.

Are the four dandy young men domineering? Definitely.

But even if they had a hundred times the courage of bears and leopards, they would not dare to speak such arrogantly in public.

Even Master Fahai, who could shout out arrogant words when fighting, was shocked by the arrogance of his nephew Yuan Zhong at this moment, and seriously suspected that this boy had mental problems.

You know, poetry was prevalent in the Tang Dynasty. If we judge by the quantity and quality of works, Wei Zheng, the then minister of the court, was also a poet, and even Li Shimin could be called a poet.

In the elegant seats on the second and third floors, many civil servants who were originally broad-minded and tolerant were successfully made to hate Xuan Ci.

Mrs. Xian, who was always calm and composed, could hardly hold it anymore. Black lines appeared on her forehead. She regretted very much that she had lent the stage to this lunatic!
If things go wrong, Wenyue Pavilion might really be bankrupt by him tomorrow!

Just as the astonishment of the scholars was turning into raging anger, Xuan Ci signaled to the Kunlun band to begin the verse at the end of this section.

“Hey~Yo, Yo.”

The master-level voice resounded throughout the entire hall, with the chest, oral cavity, head cavity, and sphenoid sinus resonating to the fullest, deep, sexy and magnetic, and also came with 15% Dolby Atmos reverberation and 5% electronic music.

The moment everyone focused their attention on Xuan Ci, the drumbeats suddenly broke out after a brief pause!

At the same time, clear, powerful, and angry words burst out from Xuan Ci's mouth like bullets fired from an AK, perfectly matching the rhythmic rhythm:

"Look at the poems you wrote~ they look like fucking idiots~ I really don't want to bother with them,
"From the rhyme to the meaning, it sounds like fart. It can only be called garbage.

"I'll teach you a lesson~ I'll kill you in seconds~ I'll knock you down~ Little trash~ Little shrimp~
"Find your own gaps, find your own pressure, and learn from others. What does it mean to rhyme?"

(Double bet x 11, single bet x 15)

Ah this! ?
Can the words be filled in like this?

Can the rhyme be like this?

Can the song be sung like this?

How can people curse like this?

The entire audience was stunned, shocked by this new "art form" before them, and many people's curses that were about to rise to their throats were choked.

Xuan Ci spitted out five words per second, madly attacking the dandy young man, and scolded the literati to the point of being completely defeated.

Listen to his unique voice, catchy rhymes, varied flows, rough word meanings, and unparalleled aura.

Now, not only the rich ladies and daughters, but also many young and energetic playboys were deeply infected.

Even though they were standing on the opposite side of the enemy and being scolded, they couldn't help but want to give a thumbs up to the Rabbit God on the stage.

They felt that this was what they should listen to when they were in prison, and only such lyrics and music could match their unruly personality.

This is simply... hot!

Inside the pavilion, the flow changes again and again, and the rhythm becomes more and more intense.

"You're just looking for trouble and you dare to write a poem to diss and stir up trouble!

“These bitches who have so little yang energy that they want to Dai Hu Shubao are pissing me off!”

(Four Rhymes × 2, Four Rhymes × 2, Double Rhymes × 5, Single Rhymes × 8)

With a "swish", a huge piece of white paper was pulled up and hung high in the air, showing the lyrics prepared by Xuan Ci.

After confirming that they heard "Hu Shubao", the rich ladies and daughters who had used Hu Shubao couldn't help laughing and burst into laughter.

"Hehe, Dai Hu Shu Bao's bitch~"

"You have so little Yang energy that you need Dai Hu Shu Bao. That's a great scolding."

"Hahaha, I think those pretentious men are just like that. They think they're so great."

The faces of the scholars and literati who suffered such a great humiliation instantly turned red and they were almost bursting with anger.

No one knows how to curse better than them. They fully anticipated that this short phrase, which hit a sore spot, triggered a memorable moment, and perfectly integrated the current hot topics, would quickly spread throughout Chang'an.

I'm afraid that for a long time to come, they will be nailed to Hu Shubao and become a laughing stock!

They couldn't help but want to retort immediately and interrupt Xuan Ci's "casting".

But the band's voice was too loud and Xuanci's words were too dense, so it was difficult for them to get a word in.

Secondly, they really didn't know what to say.

Judging from the brainwashing degree of rhythm and rhyme alone, Serlang has instantly defeated those who can only use single rhyme.

Looking for trouble, getting angry at Dai; Bao's bitch, she pissed me off, this... Xiu'er?
Many people who have been immersed in rhyming for many years have never thought that rhyme can be done in this way and sound so addictive.

There aren't many points they can attack anymore, and it seems the only thing left to criticize Serlang is "vulgar content and lack of artistic conception."

However, just when many scholars were hysterical and began to loudly criticize his lyrics and music as vulgar, unworthy of being called literature and art,
The sounds of drums and bass suddenly fell silent.

But this is not the end, but a gathering of strength.

Like the calm before the storm, or the collapse before a star explodes.

"I'm going to teach you some new knowledge about poetry."

Xuan Ci took a deep breath, and at the moment the drum beats broke out, relying on his absolute control over the muscles of his head and neck, he perfectly demonstrated the fast-talking skills of hardcore rap.
Full firepower, cross in one second, no emotion, only skills:
"A~ Withered vines, old trees, dusky crows, small bridges, flowing water, houses, ancient roads, west wind, thin horses, sunset, heartbroken people waiting at the end of the world. Autumn comes, September 8th. After my flower blooms, all other flowers will die, soaring into the sky, the fragrance permeating Chang'an, the whole city is covered with golden armor..."

"An~ I left Baidi this morning, amidst the colorful clouds, a thousand miles away, and returned to Jiangling in a day. The monkeys on both sides of the river cried incessantly, and the light boat passed through thousands of mountains...

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the monkeys are howling, the islet is clear and the sand is white, the birds are flying back to the boundless fallen leaves, the endless Yangtze River is rolling across thousands of miles, the sad autumn is always a guest, a hundred years of illness, I am alone on the stage..."

(PS: Historically, these authors were not born during the Zhenguan period)
"Swish", "Swish", "Swish"... one "lyrics" after another were pulled high up and hung in the lobby together with the previous poetry boards.

Everyone looked up at the stormy rhythm.

Pupils tremble at the first sight!
The eyes are stunning!

Three eyes doubt life!
"When life is good, you should enjoy it to the fullest. Don't let your golden cup face the moon in vain. I was born with talent and it will be useful. Even if I spend all my money, I will get it back!"

Wang Baihu muttered to himself, and suddenly he became wilted, like a deflated ball.

"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes; it is impossible to have everything at once. I wish you a long life, and that we can share the beauty of the moon together, even though we are thousands of miles apart!"

Princess Gaoyang read in a trembling voice, her heart aching.

"No birds fly in the thousands of mountains, no people are seen on the thousands of paths. An old man in a straw raincoat and straw hat is fishing alone in the cold river in a boat!"

Fahai stared at the two lines of words in a daze, and couldn't believe that they were written by Xuanci, the "Lu Zhi monk".

……

Silently reciting the lines of big characters written by Xiaoke~
Those who don’t understand poetry will feel it’s awe-inspiring, those who have a little knowledge of poetry will feel terrified, and those who are proficient in poetry will have their hair stand on end!
Blasted!

The whole place was on fire.

But Xuanci was still talking eloquently and attacking crazily.

One after another, pieces of white paper covered with black spots continued to rise into the air, floating in front of the eyes of all the literati in the audience, like ghosts, bringing them fear from the bottom of their souls.

Literature... no longer exists!
How is this possible? How did he do it?
Eliminate plagiarism first!

Because any one of them can be a work that becomes famous in the Tang Dynasty.

Even if you let Li Shimin... no, let Tathagata Buddha copy and plagiarize by any means necessary, it would be impossible for him to copy so much, right?
Who will write it?

Then, this can only mean that the handsome man on the stage with well-developed muscles and a smart mind... is a genius with the appearance of a poet!

It turned out that he had not spoken arrogantly just now, but was just a little bit immodest.

Standing in front of him, all the living poets of the Tang Dynasty looked like a group of rookies.

(End of this chapter)