(No system + no harem + no invincibility + no intelligence + slightly funny, please be careful if you mind)
A down-and-out scholar who likes to write poems and even more like to wander around the world wrote poems about various realms of cultivators.
But because he didn't like Wu Fu very much, he didn't write about Wu Fu's realm.
This move aroused the anger of all warriors in the world.
After being caught, they forced him to write four lines of poetry.
Takeo:? ? ? What's the meaning? They all have it, but we don't? Write it, or I'll kill you if you don't!
A frail scholar with a bruised nose and swollen face, disheveled clothes, and messy hair looked at the backs of a group of powerful and tall figures who were gradually going away. It could be seen that they were very happy to have their arms around each other.
The scholar couldn't help but raise his middle finger to his back.
"Huh? What are you doing with your fingers? Contempt us? Let me tell you, our ears are pointed."
"No, no, I'm drawing a circle."
"Draw a circle? Dry chicken feathers?"
"Draw the ground into a circle and wish you a long sleep."
"What do you mean?"
"The sky is big and the earth is big, I wish you a good sleep."
"Erhuo?"
"A scholar never hesitates when speaking."
"..."
Since then, warriors like to use this sentence to bless each other.
I even thought for a while that this was the fifth or sixth line of the poem, two lines more than others, and it was very refreshing.
Until I met a martial artist who had read books.
Thus, the scholar's nightmare begins.
