Chapter 243: Partying Until Dusk, Drunk Su Qingfeng (Seeking

Chapter 243: Partying until dusk, drunk Su Qingfeng (please recommend and read!)

"The life span of a person is like the Yellow River rushing into the sea, which will never return. Therefore, we should enjoy life while we can and not waste our time.

"Such a poem that laments about life and understands life, and uses amazing words, actually came from the mouth of a 14-year-old boy!"

"We old people are so ashamed that we want to hit our heads against the wall and commit suicide! ”

The pen fell and the wind and rain were shocked, and the poem was completed and the ghosts and gods wept.

Su Qingfeng read this poem, which shocked the entire literary world of Douluo Continent and Sun Moon Continent.

Although soul mentors and soul masters are the most important and top fields in the two continents, the literary world is also a first-class field and is respected by people all over the continent.

No matter how powerful a soul master is, even a strong man of level 98 or 99, he can only be strong for three to five hundred years at most.

But the achievements in literature can be passed down through the ages and left in history!

When the poem was finished, all the literary masters and politicians bowed deeply to Su Qingfeng on the stage:

Thank you! Thank you for filling the gap in the mainland poetry and bringing such a peerless to the world. Stunning work!

At this moment, Su Qingfeng was perfect in everyone's eyes.

Before, he was only perfect in appearance and soul master talent.

Now, his personality and talent are also perfect.

Inside and outside, physically, mentally and spiritually, everything is perfect.

Before and after, perhaps, Douluo Continent will never give birth to a person like Su Qingfeng again!

In this situation, even those who don't understand poetry and prose burst into thunderous applause.

Su Qingfeng's exiled immortal temperament alone is worthy of worship by everyone!

What's more, Su Qingfeng is not the kind of vase with only a handsome face, but has his own strength and talent!

"One more song, one more song!"

"Sing! Sing!"

"Carnival until dusk, don't stop! "

The audience shouted in unison.

Only the wooden stakes on the Sea God Lake and the boys and girls who had advanced on the Red Lotus wanted to hear Su Qingfeng sing and write poems, but they wanted to get to the blind date with Su Qingfeng as soon as possible! That was the point!

Ye Xishui's eyes were burning, and she almost drooled at Su Qingfeng:

Did Xiao Qingfeng drink? His little face was red! So cute! I want to rub it!

You should have said it earlier, Xiao Qingfeng couldn't drink!

I haven't used this way of playing, what a loss!

Xiao Wu also licked her tongue: Drunk? Even cuter, I want it even more!

"Qingfeng, I feel like you're a little drunk?"

Mr. Mu stood on the attic of the Sea God Pavilion, and he could vaguely see Su Qingfeng's figure on the stage in a trance.

After hearing the appeals of the fans, Su Qingfeng responded and agreed, which was rare, and he looked very cool and spirited:

"Write! Sing! I still have three hundred poems in my heart for you to listen to! "

Su Qingfeng waved his hand, and his temperament was amazing.

He waved his arm on the huge soul guide screen that appeared on the stage, and one amazing poem after another came out, which made everyone dumbfounded.

Su Qingfeng's pen strokes were continuous and uninterrupted. He was destined to leave his own poetry and prose myth, write it into the vast history of the continent for millions of years, and stand out in it. Even Tang San ten thousand years ago could not compare with him!

Ambition is hungry to eat the meat of the barbarians, and laughs about thirsty to drink the blood of the Huns. - " "Man Jiang Hong"

A branch of red flowers with fragrance from the dew, the clouds and rain in Wushan are in vain. -- "Qing Ping Diao Ci"

I will never regret my clothes getting looser, I am exhausted for her. -- "Die Lian Hua·Liu Yong"

If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to a higher floor. -- "Climbing the Stork Tower"

I hope you can pick more, this is the most lovesick. -- "Lovesickness"

The moon is on the top of the willows, and people make appointments after dusk. -- "Sheng Cha Zi·Yuan Xi"

Wildfires cannot burn them all, spring breeze blows and they grow again. -- "Fu De Gu Yuan Cao Songbie"

The country is broken, but the mountains and rivers are still there, the city is in spring The grass and trees are deep. ——"Spring View"

Looking back at the desolate place, I return, neither wind nor rain nor clear. ——"Ding Fengbo March 7th"

"..."

Su Qingfeng wrote dozens of famous poems, until he gradually needed to think about what poems he had not written, and he stopped writing when he began to feel a little lacking.

Everyone was stunned.

Their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

The literati in the front row had already knelt on the ground, worshiping! Prostrating themselves!

They took out He took out his notebook and pen and copied frantically.

Crazy, Su Qingfeng is crazy!

The drunk Su Qingfeng is simply a wild and free immortal!

Every poem has famous lines that have been handed down from generation to generation, unprecedented in history!

Today is destined to go down in history!

Even the elders of the Sea God Pavilion who were originally tasting tea, looked at this scene, and the cups in their hands fell directly to the ground and broke.

Xuanzi looked at Su Qingfeng in a daze and asked Mu En:

"Mr. Mu, is the Saint's poetry ability so strong?"

"These poems, even if they are recited, those children have to recite them for several days and nights to be familiar with them, right? ”

Let’s mourn for the future generations!

Poet Immortal, the first immortal in the literary world!

No one disapproves!

It’s not enough to finish the poem. Su Qingfeng picked up a jar of wine and drank it all in one gulp. His face became redder and redder. He picked up the microphone and it was another concert.

People walked by the stage, and the old colors were gone. People on the stage sang, heartbreaking farewell songs. - "Chi Ling"

Play Chopin’s Nocturne for you, to commemorate my dead love. - "Nocturne"

Watch the sea and sky merge into one, listen to the wind and rain. Hold your hand and blow away the vast smoke. ——"Big Fish"

Love you walking alone in the dark alley, love you not kneeling, love you confronting despair. ————"The Lone Warrior".

Written all poems and cried loudly, and the music of God appeared in the world.

On the stage, Su Qingfeng became the most shining and brightest star in the past, present and future of Douluo Continent.

I am tired of being amazed.

They, they, were all immersed in Su Qingfeng's talent and were deeply attracted by this young man.

At this moment, even if Su Qingfeng waved his hand and asked them to die, they would not hesitate.

Until the sun was about to set, Su Qingfeng drank more and more wine, and became more and more bold, and even began to interact with the girls and boys outside the stage.

In the sea of ​​spirit, Xue Di and the others couldn't bear it anymore, and hurriedly used the power of extreme ice to help Su Qingfeng dispel the drunkenness, and the drunkenness in his mind began to dissipate.

Su Qingfeng shook his head, and then he realized what a crazy thing he had just done.

Who the hell suggested that he drink during the show today?

According to the current enthusiasm of the audience and his drunkenness, if these girls rushed onto the stage, he might have to broadcast the Night of Three Thousand Women live.

Su Qingfeng was scared just thinking about it!

"Xue Di, Bing Di, thank you very much."

Su Qingfeng thanked Xue Di and the others in the sea of ​​​​spirituality.

Xue Di said softly:

"We should do it."

Bing Di said faintly:

"Of course we have to keep the Star Lord sober, what if he loses his mind and does that with those women? Don't forget the Star Lord, you haven't given us yet~ We also want to merge with the Star Lord's soul~"

Su Qingfeng: "..."