"Good poems! Good songs and fu!" The audience applauded.
Everyone in Lin Jianmen cheered loudly, and even Hu Daomen had to be convinced.
The talented girl Mo Xichou stood up with a faint smile, and thanked her surroundings for their blessings.
Wu Zhe wanted to persuade her, but she knew that Mu Qingya's mood was already messed up, so it was difficult to write better poems now.
[Analysis of playing the piano is 100% complete! Learning to play the piano. ] A metallic voice sounded in Wu Zhe's mind.
Wu Zhe just watched veteran general Hong Shouting playing the piano and singing, and the evolutionary body learned automatically. At that time, the metal sound of the learning reminder had already sounded in his mind, and the super-high-speed terrifying learning ability had already mastered playing the piano at this moment.
But he still doesn't know how to compose and compose, so Wu Zhe can sing the poems from another world, and let Mu Qingya use her compose ability to annotate.
Veteran general Hong Shouting let out a long breath, pressed the piano and shouted: "Happy, happy, Mo talented woman's masterpiece made me sing with passion again, and I can't help but recall the scene of rushing and killing."
"The hasty and superficial work can have such an effect, it all depends on the love of the old general." Mo Xichou said modestly. On the surface, she wasn't that good, but there was a proud look in the corner of her eyes.
No wonder proud. Being able to compose such powerful poems in public in a short period of time, and composing music so quickly, definitely deserves the name of a talented woman.
Lin Chaoying stood up, proudly walked over to Hu Yunjiao, raised her finger that was burnt just now, and said with a smile, "I don't know when I will hear the masterpiece from Hu Daomen's side?"
Mu Qingya, Hu Yunjiao and the other women were in a gloomy atmosphere. In their hearts, this situation is irreparable.
"Chaoying, don't meet a group of country girls." Xuanwu female general Wei Ling sipped her tea, and said sarcastically.
"Yes, yes, what my sister said is very true." Lin Chaoying smiled and turned back to Lin Jianmen's camp.
"Hu Daomen, here is a song!"
"Hu Daomen, here is a song!"
"Hu Daomen, here is a song!"
There was a sudden booing sound from the audience. It turned out that some disciples of Lin Jianmen shouted in unison, urging Hu Daomen to come up with their works quickly.
This kind of thinking is really vicious, the more you urge it like this, the easier it is for people to be overwhelmed and make clumsy actions. It even makes people's minds empty, and they can't write half a word.
Although there were voices of reprimand from the crowd of Hu Daomen, but after all, this is the content of the ring competition, and it will be useless if you can't produce dry goods.
"I can't write it!"
"There are so many talented women in town, so naturally they don't dare to show their works!"
All kinds of booing sounds can be heard endlessly.
Mu Qingya picked up the pen, bit her thin lips but couldn't put it down for a long time.
Wu Zhe glanced at the burning incense in the censer, there were still two-fifths of the incense sticks left, and there were about ten minutes left.
"What should I do? What should I do?" Hu Yunjiao was already in a state of confusion, shaking her head from side to side but unable to think of a solution. Her two best friends also panicked, trying to think of words together, but they couldn't help at all, and instead disturbed Mu Qingya's train of thought.
"Miss Hu, leader Hu, we are all waiting!" Lin Chaoying said stimulating words from a distance: "Hurry up, do you want to wait for the sun to go down?"
There was a burst of laughter from the audience.
"What to do, what to do?!" Hu Yunshang was anxious in the audience.
The narcissistic son Zong Zhilian shakes his fan very fast, even if he has a quick brain, he can't help him.
Under Mu Qingya's black silk bangs, her fair forehead was covered with sweat.
Hu Yunjiao gritted her teeth, and said softly, "Why don't we admit defeat on this sentence? They have a long-established Mo talented girl sitting in charge, and we don't deserve to lose."
Throw in the towel? Mu Qingya bit her lips even tighter, knowing that her poetry writing skills were not as good as that talented girl Mo, but she didn't want to nod her head.
Wu Zhe hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but whispered: "I'll sing a section for you, can you add the score according to my rhythm?"
It's embarrassing to call yourself a time traveler without stealing texts, Wu Zhe sighed in his heart, not to mention that I am a proud woman
"..." Mu Qingya was stunned, and gestured with her hands: "Have you made it?"
Hu Yunjiao and the two girlfriends also stared round in surprise.
"I've heard a song sung by others, but it's not widely spread. We can use it to make up for it." Wu Zhe prevaricated.
Hu Yunjiao and Mu Qingya shook their heads together, Miss Hu firmly said: "No, this is plagiarism."
Wu Zhe didn't have time to waste his words, so he hurriedly corrected him: "Okay, that's what I thought, but I can sing but can't compose music, Hu Yunjiao, you are responsible for recording the text, Qingya, hurry up and memorize the tune."
Wu Zhe grabbed another pair of paper and pen, and handed it to Hu Yunjiao.
Several girls were surprised together. Although I haven't heard Wu Zhe sing the poem yet, but daring to show it at this time, and then thinking of her magical performance such as her memory technique, at least gives people a glimmer of hope.
Wu Zhe lowered his voice and sang a poem from the original world.
The more Mu Qingya listened, the more startled she became, her lovely eyes, which were already pretty big, almost turned round.
Hu Yunjiao's mouth was wide open when she heard it, and the brush in her hand didn't even fall off the paper for a long time.
Wu Zhe sang a song. Seeing that they were in a daze, he hurriedly urged: "I'll waste their time, please hurry up and write down the music!"
"Oh! Oh!" Hu Yunjiao came back to her senses and hurriedly wrote. Mu Qingya also hurriedly recalled the tune and composed music for this poem.
They never thought that war poems could be written like this.
"I'm going to play a song to interrupt, we can't just let them sneer and lose their momentum. Don't be distracted when you are busy." Wu Zhe got up and walked to the center of the stage.
"Miss Xiao, do you have any masterpieces?" The old general was still playing the piano, feeling that the talented woman Mo could write such a powerful poem, when he suddenly saw Wu Zhe coming, he asked happily.
"I'm sorry, but I actually want to learn." Wu Zhe stuck out his tongue, pretending to say, "I don't have a mind, I just have a good memory, so learning more about everything will always make progress."
"Hehe, you're right, kid." The old general asked, "What do you want to learn? Do you want me to teach you how to play the piano? This is embarrassing for me. It's not a matter of time …”
Lin Chaoying suddenly said not far away: "Old General, this girl is called a freak because of her memory technique. I have taught her how to use swords and swords before, so she can learn it."
"Learn the art of swordsman?" The old general was taken aback. He may have heard of Wu Zhe Yishu's name, but obviously he doesn't know that she can learn sword martial arts.
Lin Chaoying came over and said coldly: "This girl can learn other people's martial arts, and she has even learned my school's Lin Jianmen swordsmanship to a good degree."
"It doesn't matter." The old general smiled and said, "I don't have anything worth learning from her."
Wu Zhe ignored Lin Chaoying's interjection, and said to Hong Shouting, "Old General, I would like to borrow Mo Cainv's manuscript, may I?"
ah? Does she want to learn poetry on the spot
The people around the arena also heard her words, and all of them showed strange expressions. ;