Chapter 239

Swish!

Many people are in their hearts: This guy has such a powerful mouth!

Yan Retro, Bai Feifei, and the woman in purple have their eyes lit up!

The prefect and the commander Xue Pan frowned at the same time, and the cold light from the corner of his eyes glanced behind him!

Swish!

Yang Wanli, who was in the back, turned pale directly, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

Poetry Club, who can overwhelm the audience, who is the biggest!

Whoever dares to talk about what status and status oppresses people, and if it is spread out, he will be scolded to death by scholars all over the world.

What he said just now was too anxious, and he was involved in the identities of Xue Pan, Zhang Han, and Yan Retro, and he wanted to borrow a knife to kill people, which was a taboo in the poetry club!

The atmosphere was at a stalemate, and suddenly there was a lot of shouting.

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"Mr. Haitian has arrived!"

"Mr. Nine has arrived!"

"Mr. Luan Qing has arrived!"

"Mr. Tong Gu has arrived!"

The three old men with white beards and big sleeves in ancient clothes, and Wang Haitian, who had slightly white temples, arrived under the Dinglong stage.

"You don't have to come down to pick us up, we old guys, our hands and feet are fine!"

Wang Haitian smiled and scolded, and together with the three old men, he stepped on the high platform together!

The commanders, prefects, fellow intellectuals, and the sons hurriedly turned around, and even Wang Yuan and Bai Feifei got up.

The great cause is the world of readers!

Those who can be called Mr. in Dinglong Poetry are all famous Confucians.

Each of these great Confucians is full of peach and plum all over the world, and there are disciples under them who are either in the court or released as officials.

Who doesn't respect these old gentlemen, don't look at them as powerless and ignorant, someone does it for them.

Xungui Xue Pan is at the forefront, the prefect and Tongzhi are behind, Yang Wanli and others are in the middle, and Wang Yuan and Bai Feifei are hanging at the end!

"I've seen Mr. Haitian, Mr. Jiubian, Mr. Luan Qing, and Mr. Tong Gu!"

"I've seen sir!"

"I've seen Shigong!"

Xue Pan and Zhang Han hugged their fists and saluted, and many people also saluted with fists!

And as Yan Gu knelt down, most of the lifters knelt down together!

Wang Yuan, who only clenched his fists, was stunned: What is the situation?

"I don't understand!"

Bai Feifei covered his mouth with one hand and whispered: "In recent years, there have been frequent wars in Chengdu, and there have been bandits all the way, and there are fewer and fewer people who can come to the Dinglongtai Poetry Society.

The official saw that it could not be done, so he invited the influential Confucianism to do it.

No, it's Mr. Haitian's turn.

As soon as these great Confucians came, how could their disciples and grandchildren not come to cheer.

Those who kneel down and bow are the children and grandchildren!"

Wang Haitian waved his hand: "Go on stage, drink, compose poems!"

The three old gentlemen laughed: "Okay, you Xiao Wang, I agreed to be the host of this poetry club, not to select talents, but to mix wine and drink in the name of poetry!"

"Hahaha!"

The audience burst into laughter!

Everyone went up to the high platform one after another and sat down!

The Dinglongtai Poetry Club, which has lasted for more than 200 years, has officially started again!

All the spirits were raised!

This poetry meeting!

Who can dominate the audience?

Who will make a name for themselves?

Who can write history?