Niu Fei Zai Xia

Chapter 100: third inning

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Why is this Miss Xiao so rude

Many people feel strange.

Although I have to admit that it is indeed a good word, and the last sentence is the finishing touch of the whole word. It can be said that the ending of [Poor Bai Happened] has completely rewritten the charm of the whole poem.

The whole word no longer has a sense of flattery, but only compassion and helplessness for the passing of the veteran.

The old general was silent for a long time after being hit by these words, and closed his eyes for a long time.

"Old general, I said this last sentence to persuade you." Wu Zhe bowed and pulled the old general to a corner, and said softly: "The glory of the past is naturally worth remembering and should not be forgotten, but the present is even more worth cherishing when it is full of children and grandchildren. Since time is not forgiving, why not enjoy the family relationship to the fullest?"

Wu Zhe just turned around and asked Hu Yunjiao a few words, that is, the family of the old general who was inquiring.

Sure enough, his family was not happy. The old man was famous for playing the piano all day long to remember the past because he lived in the army for too long. He hid in this post station to enjoy idle work, but was far away from home.

The old general opened his eyes and looked at Wu Zhe without speaking for a while.

This was the first time this had happened to him.

No one has ever dared to discuss his family affairs in front of the old general. Moreover, people in this era are really not used to others intervening in family affairs.

This is different from another world, where there are various short programs on the parents' home all day long.

This is Wu Zhe's young and inexperienced mistake.

The old general thought about it for a long time, looked at Wu Zhe carefully, and confirmed that she did not have any malicious intentions, and then slowly said: "Girl, if you say it like someone else, I'm afraid it won't please you."

He didn't call Miss Xiao anymore, obviously he was teaching the younger generation as an elder.

Wu Zhe nodded awkwardly.

The old general said: "You are talented, you can be called a talented woman, but I hope to advise you, don't get carried away with complacency."

This sentence sounds heavy, but it is from the heart.

Wu Zhe knew good and bad, so he quickly thanked him.

Her luck was pretty good. First I met Elder Bai who was a good teacher and helpful friend, and then I met this open-minded old general.

After all, Wu Zhe is just an otaku. Although he has advantages at the level of Long Aotian in many aspects with the help of the evolutionary body, he is still lacking in sophistication.

"Don't get in the way, don't get in the way." Seeing Wu Zhe's apology, the old general smiled and said, "It's just too sentimental. After all, what you did was flawed, so I forgive you, and you can make another song for me."

Wu Zhe quickly said yes, and took a pen to write the song "Borrowing from Heaven for Another Five Hundred Years".

No one in the audience knew what they were doing.

"Following the ups and downs and gentle curves of the mountains and rivers, let the horses love the Central Plains and love the North Country and the South of the Yangtze River, facing the company of ice knives, snow swords, wind and rain..." The old general tried to hum after watching it, and sighed: "You girl, Although this song has a strange singing voice, it is indeed a good song. It’s just that if it’s good, it’s good, and if it’s strong, it’s strong, but how can you give it to me if it’s such a writing style?”

Wu Zhe didn't understand a little bit, but she had a quick mind and figured it out immediately, and was shocked.

This song is so regal!

"I will write down this song and pass it on to King Qi. You must not pass it on." The old general memorized it for a long time, then reached out and took out the fire folder, and burned the song paper to ashes.

Wu Zhe was ashamed.

She, who traveled from another world, really didn't have such taboo strings in her mind.

And Wu Zhe felt that although this song was used as the ending song of Emperor Kangxi, it was actually written for Zheng Chenggong's film and television drama, so it shouldn't be so serious, right

In the old general's opinion, this song "Borrowing from Heaven for Another Five Hundred Years" is full of imperial air. If an ordinary man sang indiscriminately, he might be trapped by malicious people.

Fortunately, Wu Zhe was only a girl, and the old general liked her very much, so he didn't criticize her.

"Girl, be careful when composing poems and lyrics before others." The old general gave another special warning.

"Yes." Wu Zhe remembered it in his heart.

But you still have to pretend to be b, Wu Zhe thought to himself. After transmigrating, she became the female version of Long Aotian. She was born with a b, so why pretend again

These two people have been here for a long time, but the women on Lin Jianmen's side did not raise any objections.

Because they are drunk.

Mo Cainv's self-esteem was shattered, and she was so worried that she was drunk, she was dizzy, and she couldn't even sit in a chair. The doctor who was in charge of treating the burns had just prepared the anti-alcohol vinegar and wanted to pour it down for her.

Lin Chaoying didn't drink much at first, but she drank in a hurry just now, and she had already stepped off the stage to find a remote place to vomit for a long time.

Her two girlfriends and teammates are also sobering up. Those who drink fine brewed wine specially prepared for women on weekdays should not drink this kind of dirty wine.

The third questioner, a female doctor from Shangyao Valley, felt a little exposed on the spot.

"Otherwise, I won't ask questions..." The female doctor didn't have any ambitions to stand out, and she really felt that Hu Daomen had the upper hand, and there was no need to compete in the third round.

The old general asked: "Originally, what did you plan to test them for?"

"Calligraphy." The female doctor swiped her hand in the air and made a gesture of writing.

"It's a pity that there are not all teammates." The old general regretted looking at Lin Jianmen, who was incomplete due to drunkenness.

They spoke without backing others. When Wei Ling, a Xuanwu female general with strong hearing, smiled immediately, she stood up and walked over with her gold armor on: "Seniors, it's okay to ask questions. I can fight alone."

The female doctor hesitated for a moment, looked at the old general and the inspector, and then at Hu Daomen, then nodded and said: "Okay, then please announce."

The old host hurriedly stood up again and said loudly: "In the second match, Hu Daomen won!"

The old general hung the second talented woman badge on the knife body of the background logo of Hu Daomen.

"Please ask the person who proposed the third game—Shang Chunhua, the master of Shangyaogu Medical House, to come up with questions for the talented women of both sides!"

The female doctor walked slowly to the center of the stage, and said slowly: "Please write a few pieces of text each, and the best one wins."

How many texts do you write? This means more.

There is a bit of fighting content hidden in it, right? Who has the nerve to write meaningless words

Everyone was guessing in their hearts, but the female doctor solved the confusion for everyone.

She picked up the pen that Wu Zhe had left just now, and wrote down the words [Xuanhu Jishi] on a piece of paper.

"I opened a new medical clinic near the gate of the Zhanjian Sect. I have a little selfishness, and I want a good word." The female doctor explained with a smile.

Obviously, this is the limited text. It also does not contain the content of Douwen.

The old host posted the words on the background wall of the ring.

People with poor profound energy skills in the distance can't see clearly, but many disciples can see clearly.

Unexpectedly, this skilled doctor could write well.

Next, we will see who can write better between Lin Jianmen and Hu Daomen.

Several handymen respectfully offered several sets of pens, inks, papers and inkstones to the two parties.

Xuanwu female general Wei Ling didn't care whether Mo Dacai was there or not, and just brushed up her pen.

The paper provided by the handymen is a special horizontal paper for inscriptions, which can be written very large, and people in the distance can clearly see it after hanging it up.

Some handymen hurriedly hung up the handwriting after it dried a little.

Even people who don't know calligraphy can see it. Really good! Absolutely the best among his peers in the field of calligraphy!

There are even experienced people who can infer that this Xuanwu female general must have worked hard on calligraphy and even invited famous teachers.

No wonder the Xuanwu female general is so confident.

Calligraphy is not a gift that can be played well.

Without ten years of hard work, there will be no grades! ;