Jiang Ning, who had been lying dead in the room for a day, jumped up and down again. After a long period of lightning strikes, he had gradually adapted to the feeling of lightning strikes. From the very beginning, he was unable to move and could only make a bed on the mountain as a bedding and on the ground until he passed out.
After a few days, I was able to hold on to the wall and walk back after finishing the splitting.
Only you know the bitterness and hardship of transformation.
Fortunately, the harvest is also extremely significant. At least in Jiang Ning's view, his body is gradually beginning to reborn as a soul bone under the thunder. He can feel that even if he does not use spiritual energy and relies solely on the power of his body, he may not be unable to compete with the body.
Fighting in the Fengchu Realm.
So much so that now, Jiang Ning is beginning to look forward to the arrival of thunderstorms.
The scorching sun was high in the sky today and he was unable to practice thunder skills. He planned to go to the Guanshan Cliff to continue learning mountain viewing. He would also study "Shan Ze Annotation" and try to take pictures.
The magical power of fighting must be cultivated, and the skills of becoming a god must not be left behind.
Arriving at Guanshan Cliff, there were already many students gathered there chanting the wind and the moon. Jiang Ning then remembered that when he was struck by lightning and was recovering in bed, he felt bored and asked the fat boy Zhou Hao to come over and chat with him.
Kill time.
I heard him mention it once at that time, saying that a trend called "literary fighting" was emerging in the college.
Cultivation has always been boring. Students like these who are in the age of wearing fresh clothes and angry horses can't bear the loneliness of sitting for a long time, and they can't go out of the academy privately to go shopping. So under the initiative of a caring person, there is
Wen Dou is a new way to pass the boring time.
There are many ways to play literary fighting, such as throwing pots, talking with each other, drinking, guessing charades, etc., but the most talked about among them is reciting poems and making pairs.
These young students are no less interested in dancing and writing than they are in going to Goulan. If they don't practice hard when they have time, they will hold a poetry competition on Guanshan Cliff every now and then.
Zhou Hao also strongly recommended that Jiang Ning listen to it if he has the opportunity.
In his words, the poetry competition is "much more interesting than watching those shrews scold each other in the street, especially when they curse and want to curse, and are afraid of losing their identity, they can only hold back their depression and try their best to pick among the eggs.
The bones, scratching the ears and cheeks, are more vivid than the wild monkeys in the mountains."
Jiang Ning raised his eyebrows, thinking that he was lucky today and happened to hit it, so he was not in a hurry to practice.
As for spiritual practice, you need to have a proper balance between work and rest occasionally.
At this time, the literary fight had already begun. Jiang Ning hurriedly found an inconspicuous seat and sat down, his face filled with anticipation.
I saw a student standing out first, with one hand behind his back and one hand on his abdomen, standing straight with uncontrollable excitement in his eyes.
He first looked around, then held a hollow fist to his mouth and coughed twice, and then read out the poem he had composed in three steps and shook his head every two steps.
"They are well versed in the world and are too lazy to open their mouths. They see through human emotions and nod frequently. A few people suddenly realize the beauty of this and have no intention of causing thousands of sorrows."
Jiang Ning's eyes lit up when he heard this.
This person had done a great job before reciting poems, and with the preconceptions brought by Zhou Hao, he thought that in addition to being pretentious, these people here were all mediocre people with no ideas, and they could only say a few slanderous words.
, in order to gain the favor of a beautiful woman.
I didn’t expect that the first one to speak would be so interesting.
This made him even more interested in this fight.
"The logic of every word and sentence is nonsense, and it can be called a disgrace to literary poetry."
"The first two sentences say that I have seen through it but I can't tell it through. It gives me the appearance of a distinguished person. However, in our eyes, I think he is just a clown trying to please others. This poem is just for me, so I don't want to criticize it."
"Indeed, this student, you and I are of the same age. It is really annoying to be so pretentious. After listening to this poem, I had to wash my ears with three tanks of water to keep my mind clear.
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As soon as Jiang Ning had this idea, some of the students couldn't wait to criticize him. Their words were so sharp that they could only be seen in their lives.
The gangsters are not scary, but they are afraid of being educated... Jiang Ning smelled the tense atmosphere, and was only annoyed that he had forgotten to ask Zhou Hao to get some peanuts and melon seeds before he came up. He had better buy a pot of warm wine.
Up.
The student who recited poetry wanted to refute, but there were too many people criticizing him. He was so rebuffed that he couldn't say a word and his face turned red with embarrassment.
Jiang Ning dared to bet two copper coins that this student would get into the quilt and howl when he left today.
"Why don't you talk to him?" he thought in his mind.
It's not that Jiang Ning is kind-hearted, he just thinks it's not interesting for so many people to scold one person. There has to be someone to help scold someone to make it worthwhile.
But before Jiang Ning could say anything, someone among the students defended the poetry student.
"You said that Brother Qian is pretending to be deep, and his sarcastic words are harder to hear. Then why don't you come up with one? Humiliating people is nothing. If you can recite better poems, why bother racking your brains to curse people." "That is, if you say that the poems written by others are not good, why don't you write one!"
"Since it's a literary fight, then you have to use your real talent and learning to fight. Just criticizing is not enough. Who among you will recite a song, and we will also comment on it!"
Jiang Ning felt ashamed when he heard this. It seems that there are still sensible people in this world. Not everyone is like him, an ignorant and unskilled person who is afraid of the world being in chaos.
The critics on the other side will naturally not be willing to show weakness, and their sarcastic remarks are even harder to hear. They are also mixed with some thin-skinned remarks such as "literati have looked down on each other since ancient times, and we are not interested in poetry but people" and other works to humiliate others.
Excuse.
He was so shameless that some students who had the same desire to watch the fun as Jiang Ning couldn't help but get involved in the dispute.
After a while, the Guanshan Cliff became completely lively. People were spitting, writing half-written articles, quoting scriptures, and making explicit and insinuating remarks. Jiang Ning was so excited to hear this.
"Fat Hao really didn't lie to me. He is indeed much more interesting than those shrews who come to scold me."
Jiang Ning heard it with interest at first, but it didn't take long to see that those people were really nitpicking, picking out words, scolding gestures, saying it was dirtying their ears and eyes, and it was getting more and more excessive.<
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Unable to hold back his anger, he joined in angrily and stood up for the student who was reciting poetry.
When others scolded each other, they just scolded and returned it. But when Jiang Ning squeezed in, some of the students who were scolding immediately fell silent and stopped talking.
These silent students originally wanted to take Jiang Ning to scold them. It was difficult to squeeze in while doing other things, but there were never any barriers when fighting and scolding. It didn’t matter whether they knew each other or not. Whoever spoke for the other party would naturally have someone.
I'll keep an eye on you and make fun of you.
Just scolding, that’s all!
But unfortunately, the person they met was Jiang Ning, who had made a lot of noise in the academy a few days ago!
It’s not that no one remembers what was going on a lot some time ago. It was the fierce god in front of him who beat an inspection team leader of the Institute’s Inspection Department to death in Zhiyin Square in front of the dean and teachers.
If you recognize such a person, who would dare to confront him without opening your eyes?
As this group of people ceased their activities, the rest of the people also gradually lost their voices.
Even a fool can sense something is wrong with this atmosphere!
"Swearing, why don't you continue? Aren't you quite capable just now? Why don't you always answer me head-on when I ask you to play a song? What, you're so scared of a man?" Jiang Ning crossed his arms and continued.
, completely unaware of the complexity and fear in their eyes.