Zhong Kui has talents, but not much.
Zhong Shubai has always been worried about his children's studies.
Zhong Kui is the kind of person who... works hard but is of no use.
Zhou Kumen's words just hit the spot for Zhong Kui, as he had been thinking about a great poem for a long time.
I saw him lower his head slightly, as if he was reciting a poem.
He wanted to shake up Zhou's depression and make his father look good in front of his colleagues.
You know what, Li You was quite looking forward to seeing Zhong Kui like this.
Good poetry can inspire talent. If Zhong Kui's poem is good, perhaps it can be absorbed by General Hei Wuchang and heal his internal injuries.
Zhong Kui pretended to hum a few lines. Although he was weak and couldn't shake his head, he still paid great attention to the rhythm of the lyrics.
But after hearing this, Li You's face turned even paler.
He didn't even want to recall what he had just heard.
Although he was a member of the Thousand Sects and didn't understand much about Confucianism, he could still tell what was good from what was bad.
In the final analysis, it all comes down to one sentence: What kind of writing is this!
But Zhou Kumen used his mouth to praise him.
"Well written, but it's a pity there's no paper or pen. I'd burn this poem down there; it's sure to be very popular!"
Zhong Kui was very proud, and Li You was puzzled.
Why did General Zhou praise this poem so highly?
A voice sounded above their heads.
"Only ghosts would like such a bad poem."
I see!
Li You suddenly realized, and Zhong Kui was depressed.
The two looked up and saw a person with an immortal figure standing on a flying sword, looking down at them and speaking coldly.
"I almost let you get away!"
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