Why did the copycats in those online novels in previous lives always copy poems so smoothly that they fit perfectly into the plot?

He suddenly understood.

It turns out that the author first selected the poem and then designed a plot that fit the poem.

But in real situations, what a copywriter encounters is a propositional composition, which has many restrictions...

Without the strong support of the author, it would be difficult to be a copywriter!

Fortunately, Chen Yanjun had already won the previous competition, otherwise he would be a bit panicked in this situation.

Chen Yanjun raised his head and glanced at the princess... The sword beside him was absolutely extraordinary, and he wanted it a little bit.

Moreover, Mrs. Zhang's expression just now was too hateful. She said that poetry should never be attacked by surprise.

My copycat must plagiarize today!

Chen Yanjun looked particularly calm, but he was thinking hard and couldn't find a suitable poem.

When I looked up, I saw that 80% of the stick of spiritual sandalwood had been burned away.

Cui Yourong, Xiao Yue, and Du Qiuzhuo next to the princess all had sweaty palms because of nervousness.

Very strange feeling.

Obviously Chen Yanjun has won in martial arts, but everyone still doesn't want to see him lose in poetry.

It can be seen that people in the Tang Dynasty attached great importance to poetry. Only those with amazing poetry can be regarded as true talents!

At the same time, Mr. Zhang, who was opposite the Eight Immortals table, seemed to have finished writing.

Seeing that Chen Yanjun was still thinking hard and had not yet finished writing, he whispered in a very low voice:

"You don't have to force yourself. We're just mortals. It's not a shame to write about landscapes and flowers."

Chen Yanjun was suddenly startled.

Landscapes, flowers and willows...

Mountain darkly, vista!

Seven laws!

Enlightenment!

The author, Lu You, was from the Song Dynasty!

The only problem is that it is not very relevant, visiting a mountain village instead of mountain climbing.

But it’s not a big problem. Cultivation is not only about climbing to the top, but sometimes you also have to look at the scenery along the way.

"Thank you!"

Chen Yanjun quickly cupped his fists to say thank you, then buried his head in writing quickly.

After a while, I wrote four lines of poetry in running lines——

Don't laugh at the farmer's wine, which is thick with wax. In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.

Mountain darkly, vista.

The flutes and drums follow the Spring Society, and the simple and ancient style of clothing remains.

From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door at night with my sword in hand.

——"Visit Shanxi Village"

However, in order to fit in with the characteristics of the times and his spiritual enlightenment, he changed the word "holding a stick" in the last sentence to "holding a sword", which lowered the level of the poem a hundred million points.

It's enough to beat Mr. Zhang, so as not to become famous as a poet, which feels quite embarrassing.

It means climbing mountains to find the legendary swordsman and hermit, and encountering all kinds of quaint mortal lives on the way...

Although there are some forced explanations, Chen Yanjun can't copy anything better at the moment, so he can only make do with it.

What's more, blending into mortal life is indeed a kind of practice!

For example, the transformation into mortals in the cultivation novel "Xian Ni" is written in this way.

For example, seniors Chen Yanjun and Han Ping have both reached the third level of Qi nourishing and can practice it in the daily lives of mortals.

If others don't understand, it means they haven't reached the realm yet, so don't blame them!

Stable.

Extremely stable!

…

The sandalwood burns out.

It's time.

A young boy from the Cui family came over, copied the two poems again, and handed them to Liu Sheren.

Liu Juzheng put down the tea cup and picked up one of the poems first.

The calligraphy of Xiaosi is really ugly...

Liu Juzheng pretended to be displeased and had no intention of taking a closer look. He began to read the poem while recognizing the characters.

"The first song, "Climbing Bailu Mountain on a Snowy Night"

"Ahem, Liu said one more thing. Bailu Mountain is a sacred Confucian scene in the outer city. Many people have been there. We cannot judge that this poem was written by Mr. Zhang... Mortals can go up there these days."

"I'll read it through first, and you can listen to it."

"

The snow falls on the clear pool and covers the carp with warmth, while the clouds swallow the green trees and the sparrows are frightened by the cold.

The wind whispers and the night is quiet, and the shadows confuse the bright lights and candles are far away.

The morning valley is painted in white and shallow, with rays of rays splashing ink and smoke floating in the sky.

The lonely fly is tired and has no place to land. The mountains are covered with frost and I don’t know where to return.

"

Chen Yanjun frowned, the more he listened, the more something was wrong.

This poem... is okay!

Was it really Mr. Zhang’s doing?
Chapter completed!