Unparalleled Martial God

"Look at these four words." Seeing that Shangguan Can had finally understood what was going on, Ninth Gongzi spoke up again, "The green maid has a curtain of clouds hanging down her ears, and the green maid has a curtain of clouds hanging down her ears." The Spring Festival Gala was in a coma and it was late spring. Fine pear snow pear, falling snow pear flower thin. "Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?"    

    

After a slow chant from Jiu Gongzi, he said, "This one is about spring. The first six lines depicted the late spring with all the details of a woman's posture and drowsy thoughts. It was seeping through with the scenery and was graceful and peaceful."    

    

"A simple 'Who is the target.'" And who would miss me, the frowning and anxious person! With the same words reversed, the meaning will change, and the meaning will be different.    

    

At this point, he turned to Shangguan Can and asked, "Do you know what a palindrome is?"    

    

palindrome!    

    

What kind of palindrome was that?!    

    

Shangguan Can started. He really had no idea what was going on.    

    

Previously, he didn't want to know, so he didn't think that it was anything special. However, with his grandfather's question, his mind buzzed, and he immediately realized the ingenuity behind it.    

    

"The next sentence that the lady in green says is like the clouds above her ears, and her ears are like the clouds below. Isn't this the complete opposite?"    

    

The Spring Festival Gala was in a coma and it was late spring.    

    

Fine pear snow pear, falling snow pear flower thin.    

    

Who do you think is the best? Who do you think is the best?    

    

It was as if he had completely mastered the entire phrase. He suddenly realized that every sentence was like this, and every sentence was the exact opposite. He was shocked in his heart, "This piece of sh * t! How clever its mind is! How amazing! "His poetry is already so pure and pure like fire, superb to the extreme?!"    

    

Shangguan Can was so shocked that he suddenly remembered the other three words.    

    

Liu Ting went to sleep for the rest of the day, while the rest went to sleep for the rest of the day. Sweat thin shirt cool, cold shirt thin sweat fragrance.    

    

Hand-red Ice Bowl Lotus Root, Lotus Bowl Ice Red Hand. The lotus roots were long and the lotus roots were long.    

    

This is the summer grudge, written by the upper body of the scene of diurnal sleep, written by the lower body of grief after awakening. Although his intentions weren't deep, his words were incomparably beautiful.    

    

In the poem, "Lotus Root Starts Long" symbolized the longest of feelings!    

    

To "lotus root" harmonic "couple", to "silk" harmonic "thought", lotus root joint of the same heart, so also symbolize the lover's forever good. "As a result, my husband laughed at me for thinking too much and my husband didn't appreciate my kindness!    

    

The meaning of enmity, only pointed out in the last sentence, and hidden with things, implicitly euphemism, and also sentence is palindrome.    

    

Under the tutelage of the Ninth Elder, Shangguan Can's mastery of poetry was not weak. With just a brief moment of thought, he could already see the subtleties of the second poem.    

    

"Jing Tong's Double Sunshine's new makeup is cold, Leng Cai's New Twin Sunlight Well …"    

    

"Snowflakes warm up my cheeks, and my cheeks are covered in the warm snow of flying flowers …"    

    

The third poem was about women's grudges. The fourth poem was about women's grudges in winter. These two poems were the same as the first two poems. They were also about women's grudges, and they were both exquisite and exquisite.    

    

When Shangguan Can realized this, he was struck dumb. He already knew that this piece of sh * t poem was amazing, but he didn't know that this piece of sh * t actually reached such a degree when compared to the poem — as pure as fire, as simple as eating and drinking, it was as natural as eating, and as easy as waving one's hand, it was a good poem, a good poem!    

    

"Do you still think he doesn't want you?"    

    

Weng! *    

    

As soon as these words entered Shangguan Can's ears, his mind buzzed once more like a giant yellow bell. His mind trembled uncontrollably, and his faith in Shangguan Can had suffered an unprecedented blow.    

    

"You still think that you're only inferior to him in terms of literature, but in terms of martial dao, he's definitely inferior to you, right?"    

    

Hearing Ninth Gongzi's voice, Shangguan Can staggered, almost falling to the ground. He couldn't help but ask himself, "How can I be so sure that I can beat that piece of sh * t on the path of martial arts?!"