Chapter 92: Great talent

"Senior Poets, Li and Du, I'm sorry. I can use your poems. I really don't intend to copy you. I ask you to forgive me!"
Xiao Lang secretly condemned him to the Poetry Immortal Poetry Sage of his previous life. He certainly does not know how to write poems, but he has never eaten pork and watched pigs run.
He suddenly laughed and looked towards Chamu, walked into the field, and shouted with a big hand: "Chamu, wine!"
"it is good!"
Chamu slapped the table, and a jar of wine flew up. He pushed it casually, and the jar quickly flew towards Xiao Lang, without even spilling a drop of wine in the air.
Xiao Lang didn't even look at the wine jar, but grabbed it with one hand. The wine jar fell firmly in his hand, and no drop of wine was spilled either.
He raised his head and lifted the jar of wine to drink, and actually drank a small half jar of wine directly. His eyes were blurred, and he sighed slightly: "There is a pot of wine among the flowers, and there is no blind date for a drink alone. A toast to invite the bright moon, and three people The moon doesn’t drink, but the shadow disciples follow me. I accompany the moon and the shadows for the time being, and the music must be in the spring. I sing the moon and linger, and I dance and dance in a chaotic manner. Phase Miao Yunhan!"
After a poem, the whole hall was shocked, and countless talented people were moved. Nicangyun and purple shirt frowned, and then suddenly raised his eyes and brightened at the same time. In everyone's minds, a picture of a bright moon alone and a person drinking alone under the moon suddenly appeared. The lonely and lonely atmosphere came to mind, bringing everyone into a touch of sadness.
Dongfang Hongdou was also stunned, and the hatred on her face disappeared. She blinked, her eyes gradually blurred, and she was silent in the beautiful mood.
The next moment, Xiao Lang's tone changed, and he became hurried, and his body was shaking in the court. A wine jar was held in his hand, but it was as sharp as a sword.
"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gooshuang Xueming. The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor. Kill one person in ten steps, and do not stay for a thousand miles. If things happen, you will leave your clothes and hide your name."
At this moment, the picture in everyone's mind changed again, as if seeing a swordsman, carrying a sword and looking around blankly, killing one person in ten steps, beheading the enemy by tens of millions, and drifting away alone.
"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning. You don't see Gaotang Mingjing's sad and white hair, and the morning is like a blue silk and snow. You must be happy in life. Don't make the golden bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful. After all the money is gone, we will come back. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is a pleasure. You will have to drink 300 cups."
A song is about to drink, Xiao Lang drank wantonly, and brought the wind and sea rain to everyone. Everyone saw it as if they saw a prodigal son, who had no way to serve the country and indulge in vocal music. This poem is bold, unrestrained, fluent in language, and has a strong appeal, and no one is moved by it.
The field was quiet, no one dared to make a sound, for fear of interrupting the atmosphere and artistic conception in the field, countless masters stopped in the air with wine in their hands, and the folding fans shaking by countless talents were closed, and all of them looked confused. Fu Xin Chi's fascinating color, even Xiao Kuang Zuo Ming is no exception.
The next moment Xiao Lang stopped, his face became stunned, and he sighed with a sip: "There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. One look at Qingrencheng, and then Qingrenguo. I don't know Qingcheng and Qingguo. A beautiful woman is rare again!"
A "Biography of a Foreign Relation" written by Li Yannian for his sister made all the women's eyes blurred, blushing like a flower, and intoxicated, and it also made countless talented sons and princes look happy.
What kind of woman is it? Can the country and the city be overwhelmed?
Many women lost their eyes for a while, and became extremely curious. Who is the beauty in Xiao Lang's mouth? Can he give him praise for making such a peerless poem? There are also many young ladies who are self-substituting, surging with spring in their eyes.
Xiao Lang glanced at Dongfang Hongdou and saw that there was no resentment on her face, and her eyes were blurred and still silent in the few peerless poems just now.
With a plan, he decided to add a fire, and casually chanted: "Red beans are born in the South, and spring comes to send a few branches. May you pick more, this thing is the most love..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly woke up and found that something was wrong!
really!
Dongfang Hongdou's face turned red and glowing, and countless women's eyes floated to Dongfang Hongdou, their eyes all showing jealousy. Everyone was very curious just now who is the alluring woman? Isn't Xiao Lang's "Lovesickness" by Wang Wei clearly saying that the woman is Dongfang Hongdou?
The yard of the Dongfang family is in the south of the city, and red beans grow from the south, and this thing is the most love...
Isn't this naming Xiao Lang to love Dongfang Hongdou?
Seeing countless resentful gazes in the field, even Yun Zishan’s beautiful eyes contained a faint jealous color, Dongfang Hongdou was even more ashamed, bowed her eyebrows, her face was flushed, and she had forgotten her coming. The purpose here...
Xiao Lang was a little dumbfounded, this time he is very big, he is playing big...
"Ahem, the five poems are finished, and I am urinating urgently. I will pee first. If you feel unsatisfied, I will stab a few more times and flash!"
Xiao Lang casually arched his hands, greased the soles of his feet, and slipped away directly toward the side door. With so many people in the audience, not one of them said anything to keep them. They were silently meditating, recalling the five masterpieces that Xiao Lang had "randomly" made that would last forever.
"Hahaha, good poems, good poems, you can hear one poem in life without regrets, if you can hear five poems today, you will die drunk, when you die drunk, drink!"
One of the top talent laughed abruptly, then picked up the wine jar and continued to drink. A jar of wine was poured by him completely, and finally fell directly on the ground drunk, laughing, talking nonsense, and talking about good poems and poems...
A talented man who wrote a poem just now stood up with a lonely face, threw the folding fan in his hand, and sighed in a deep voice, "Master Xiao Lang, I am so ashamed that I have waited for so many years of sage books. I, Fu Chuuxue, abandoned today. Wen Congrong, will no longer study, and will go to northern Xinjiang tomorrow, willing to fight to death on the battlefield and serve the country with death!"
After speaking, this talented man ignored the eyes of everyone and walked straight out. His back was lonely and depression, which made people feel sad.
"Young Master Lang, Ni Cang is ashamed of himself, and he will no longer write poems since then. You are ashamed, Ni Cang will leave and go back to reflect!"
The shock of everyone has not disappeared, the first son of the adversary suddenly stood up, dropped a blockbuster again, and then drifted away, making the audience stare at each other.
A few poems actually made a talented man want to die of drunkenness, let one abandon literature and join the army, and let the emperor's talented master Ni Cang not write poetry?
Xiao Kuang and Zuo Ming sighed. They were half a bucket of water. Of course, they didn't understand how much these few quatrains from Xiao Lang's past life were touched by these arrogant talents.
Cha Mu smiled brightly, Yun Zishan's eyes were as bright as stars, Dongfang red beans and red clouds were all over the sky, Zuo Xi looked in a trance, countless young ladies lost their eyes, countless sons were jealous and mad.
This night.
A wealthy young man who walked out of the grass.
Once again known as the moving capital, it shocked the world with talent!
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[Author's digression]: A few chats!
Recently, book fans have made a title for the book fans of the night-Yao Shenwei_xx
It seems... it feels very awkward.
Hard-core book fans who will change the tower reading vest change their names, so pulling out a row like this is very domineering.
Well, the demon guard is mighty!
In addition, thanks to my leader Demon God, Elder Ni Cang, Cha Mu and others for their rewards! Jianying and others' crazy book review support!
It seems that I am sorry for not exploding more than 25 chapters on the day of the release!