Lu Bu is still self-aware, and with his knowledge, he is more than enough to read and write.

But when it comes to poetry and articles, he can only be a joke. In this regard, he is really not good at it.

If he has a certain literary foundation, his reputation will be much greater than that now.

Because Lu Bu has studied time travel routines, what is the favorite routines of those time travelers after traveling?

Isn’t it just a lot of plagiarizing the poems and songs of future generations and then pretending to slap girls in the face?

If Lu Bu wants to take this path, it would be too easy!

Well, even if the two literary genres of ci and qu have not appeared at this time, poetry alone is enough for Lu Bu to copy it for his whole life!

How many good poems were widely circulated from the Eastern Han Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty?

Not only poetry, but also many articles can be copied.

But Lu Bu has never done this. It’s not that he doesn’t want to do this, but that he doesn’t dare to do this.

Once he does this, he will officially enter the literary world.

Then, in the communication between literati, I am afraid that others will be exposed if they ask casually.

Doing a copywriting business is actually a must for you to have a certain literary cultivation.

However, when I thought of this, Lu Bu suddenly thought that even if I was not going to take the path of Wen Zhuan Gong.

But now it’s just a copy of one article and won Diao Chan. Is that okay?

If you want to beat Cao Cao, which fat man, which one should I copy?

Cao Cao's title in later generations was a politician, military strategist, and writer. His literary cultivation was very high.

If you don’t choose an absolutely brilliant article, it will be very easy to win Cao Cao.

And not only do you have to be outstanding but also be in line with the situation. Thinking of this, Lu Bu couldn't help but think about it.

Not long after, Lu Bu's eyes lit up and he suddenly thought of an article.

With it, it's her!

Thinking of this, Lu Bu couldn't help but lift his pen and said, "When I passed by Luoshui last time, I saw the charm of a goddess in a trance. Today I will just write a poem about the Goddess of Luo! I will give this poem about the Goddess of Luo to the cicada!"

Lu Bu looked at Diao Chan and smiled slightly, his eyes full of tenderness.

After Lu Bu saw this, coupled with the cicada just now, Diao Chan trembled slightly and couldn't help but be melted by Lu Bu's tenderness.

Then, Lu Bu picked up the pen and started writing.

At this time, Cao Cao and Yuan Shao had drafts in their minds, but they had not finished scrutinizing and had not written them out.

When the two of them saw that Lu Bu had started writing first, they couldn't help but laugh and said, "Since Feng Xian started writing, let's just look at how Feng Xian wrote first?"

Although Lu Bu was outstanding in martial arts, Cao Cao really didn't take it seriously in terms of literary talent.

Not to mention Cao Cao, even Yuan Shao next to him did not take Lu Bu seriously.

At this time, even Wang Yun walked behind Lu Bu curiously, wanting to see what Lu Bu was writing.

...

I told him: "Its shape is like a stunning geese, as graceful as a dragon. The glorious autumn chrysanthemums and lush spring pine. It seems like the light clouds covering the moon, and the swaying wind returning to the snow. Looking far away, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow. When I look at it, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow. When I look at it, it is as bright as the tidal tide, and it is as short as the tidal tide. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as simple as the neck and neck are, the white neck is, and the white luster is uneven, and the lead is not protected. The cloud bun is majestic, and the eyebrows are beautiful. The red lips are bright outside, the white teeth are fresh inside, the bright eyes are good, and the cheeks are supported by power. The magnificent posture is elegant, the polite and quiet body are leisurely. The gentle and graceful manner is charming in language. The strange clothes are extraordinary, and the bones are like pictures. The bright silk clothes are bright, the earrings are earrings in jade green. Wear gold and green jewelry, and the pearls are glorious to shine. The literary shoes of traveling far away, and the light skirt of mist gauze is dragged. The fragrance of the slight orchid is fragrant and lingering in the corner of the mountain.

"This, this..."

"Is this really written by Fengxian?"

"Fengxian is so literary? Why have he never seen him write an article before?"

"This rhetoric, this artistic conception, and this literary talent are simply amazing!"

Just after seeing the first two paragraphs, these three people were shocked by this article of the Goddess of Luo!

This is an article that will definitely be remembered forever!

Is this Fengxian too deeply hidden?

I don't know what was written later, so the three of them couldn't wait to look down.

...

So I suddenly went around and frolicked. I leaned on the left and santhemum flag on the right. The soil was white and my wrist was in Shenhu, and I picked the mysterious lush lucidum of the turbulent storm. My feelings were pleasant to the beauty, my heart was fluctuating but not happy. I had no good match to meet the joy, and I supported the waves to communicate with each other. I hoped that I would be able to reach the first place, and I would untied the jade pendant to make it. I alas the beautiful woman's trust and cultivation, Qiang practiced etiquette and made a clear poem. I resisted the Qiong to be harmonious and pointed to the hidden abyss and made it last. I held the real fabric of my relatives, and I was afraid of the spirit of my deception. I was moved by my gratitude and hesitation and suspicion. I received a harmonious face and calm ambition, and I was defended by myself.

So Luo was inspired by the inspiration, and moved and wandered, the divine light was separated and merged, and the yin and yang were suddenly lit up. The body stood with a crane, as if it was about to fly but not yet soared. The pepper was smeared and the verdant was thin and fragrant. The long song was long and the sound was so sad and sharp that it became longer.

...

So I carried the tomb high, and I left my heart to leave my soul, and looked at my sorrow. I hope the spiritual body would be restored to the light boat, and I would go upstairs. I floated in the long river and forgot to return, thinking about the continuous supervision. I was restless at night, and I couldn't sleep when I was drifting from the frost to the dawn. I ordered my servants to go and go, and I would return to the east road. I held the bridle and resisted the strategy, and I was sad and unable to go.

...

The poem "The Goddess of Luo River" ended here, but it was just the end of the text. Cao Cao, Yuan Shao and Wang Yun only felt that the mouth was full of saliva, and there was still fragrance.

The image of a fairy who was walking on the light river above the Luo River appeared in front of me. This image was too specific and was about to emerge.

For some reason, in the end, the image of Luo Shen gradually became one with Diao Chan's image.

At this point, these three people woke up. By the way, it seems that they are in Wenbi?

Unexpectedly, after reading a poem about the Goddess of Luo River by Fengxian, I forgot about Wenbi, which shows the charm of literature...

"I admire Fengxian's great talent, I admire it... Huh? Where is Fengxian? Where is Fengxian?"

When the three of them looked up, there was no sign of Lu Bu at the scene.

Not only Lu Bu, but also Diao Chan disappeared.

Wang Yun asked the singer next to him and realized that just when they were all in a daze at the Goddess of Luo, Lu Bu had already held Diao Chan's hand and floated away.

After the matter, I left with my clothes and hid my name.

Cao Cao was so angry that he couldn't help but jumped up and scolded: "This Fengxian is so shameless! He is extremely shameless!"

Yuan Shao coughed twice, and then said, "Meng De, actually, even if Feng Xian doesn't leave, this story will definitely lose more than you!"

Huo, this is really a magical finale!

After hearing Yuan Shao's words, Cao Cao's face became darker.

Wang Yun next to him couldn't help but smile.

This Lu Bu is quite interesting. He didn't expect that his literary talent was so good, but he had never shown it before. He was very low-key!

Wang Yun couldn't help but look forward to the achievements Lu Bu could achieve in the future.
Chapter completed!