"Third brother, you can't drink anymore, you are still a child after all, be good, listen to the eldest brother. "Big brother Mo Yutian once again snatched the wine jug.

"Third brother, what the eldest brother said is right, the elders are here, how can you be so addicted to alcohol at your young age?" the second brother Mo Yufeng also said angrily.

Long Dou looked at his two elder brothers, their faces were delicate and handsome, both of them were in their early twenties, and there was a bit of similarity between their eyebrows, the eldest brother Mo Yutian had long black and brown hair, a black robe, and a slightly thin body.

The second brother Mo Yufeng's short hair and red windbreaker still can't cover the extremely restless muscles of his body, and the two have their own strengths.

Long Dou looked at the concerned eyes of the family, and felt the warmth that he had never felt before, in his previous life, he had always been a poor worm who had been neglected, and he was suddenly treated like this, and his nose was sour.

"Two brothers, I'm fine, brother, I'm a lot, come on, toast together. After Long Dou finished speaking, he snatched the flask again and drank it all.

The drunken and hazy Long Dou remembered all kinds of his previous life, from the dark time of his childhood, to the lonely upheaval and displacement, and the people he loved, he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion, only to chant a poem and express his heart.

Long Dou carried the wine jug in one hand and walked to the middle stage with a stealthy step.

The young woman who played the piano on the stage couldn't help but purse her lips and snicker when she saw the porcelain doll-like dragon fight. Unexpectedly, the third young master of the Mo family, who was rumored to be a peerless prodigy, became an alcoholic at a young age.

"Little one, do you come to my sister's place to beg for a drink? The young woman teased, and after speaking, she stretched out her jade hand and gently pinched Long Dou's face.

Long Dou's eyes were confused, he looked at the beautiful sister in front of him, and then he also stretched out his hand and pinched the woman's cheek back: "Sister just play the piano, today I want to write a poem to my sister." ”

The young woman was stunned at first, because just now she saw a look that did not match her age in the eyes of the young man in front of her, as if she had experienced all kinds of situations in the world.

The girl's jade fingers slowly stirred the strings, and the moving tune came out of it, floating to every corner, everyone in the field was attracted by the sound of the piano, Long Dou looked around, and then chanted aloud:

In early May, summer heat,

The heart is like a cold moon.

Floating dust love and hate,

Yesterday with a smile.

The night before the cup was changed,

Night Rain whispered in her ears.

How ashamed the love words are,

embracing the shore of the mirror lake,

Wake up from a dream on the side of a lonely pillow.

Sleepless nights,

self-pity,

Empty cups.

The past goes with the wind,

It's all a snap of a finger.

Heroes have long since come to an end,

Beauty finally twilighted.

Ren Er's sentimentality,

Empty sorrow and suffering,

Only fragrant as before.

The words and sentences are subdued and frustrated, and the beauty is extraordinary.

Everyone present was not amused by the drunken dragon fight and the childlike appearance of Tong Sheng, but on the contrary, they were attracted by the poem and fell into contemplation.

As a big country in martial arts, most of the people in Zhige are mainly practicing martial arts, and there are few dances and texts, so they have always been ridiculed as the country of reckless men by the Western Demon Capital and the Land of Ice and Snow.

Previously, I had only heard that the third young master of the Mo family was a martial arts wizard who had not been met in a hundred years, and at a young age, he had cultivated the Mo family's seven strongest physical skills to the realm of breaking qi and transforming shapes, but I didn't expect that this son's literary attainments were also so high.

"Hahaha, what a Ren Er is affectionate, empty of sorrow and suffering. Good poems, good poems, beautiful poems, make the loneliness a little more desolate, this poem exhausts the endless grief and loneliness of the world, it is a rare masterpiece, I don't know who wrote it, but also ask the third young master to inform. ”

Hearing that his poems were praised by others, Long Dou felt happy in his heart, after all, it was the first time he was praised by others, so he replied vaguely: "Your Excellency has a good reputation, it is really an immature work, and it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance." ”

Chen was fortunate enough to study at Lanyun School, the western magic capital, and he also knew a little about literature. The poems that Xiaoyou recited just now reveal between the lines that the helplessness of the world's emotions and the understanding of Hongchen's affairs, how can you write such an article without personal experience? Xiaoyou is so young, it is impossible for Xiaoyou to be so aware of the affairs of men and women, right? Hahahaha......

"Oh, it turned out to be Chen Nanda's talent, disrespectful and disrespectful, and if you lose your welcome, please invite Haihan, Dou'er drank a few more cups today to provoke these jokes, and the talent is not strange. Mo Han clenched his fists and arched his hand.

"Haha, the general doesn't need to be polite, although you and I are military generals and civil officials, we are both serving for a country, you don't have to be polite! Ling Lang is not only a martial arts genius, but I didn't expect his literary talent to be so outstanding, given time, he must be a pillar!"

"The great talent is praised, come on, come on, Mo Han toasts you. ”

"Wait, old man, you seem to be doubting that this poem is not from my own hand?" Long Dou stared at the old man in the audience with confused eyes, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his puffy face was mixed with the sunset, so that anyone who saw it couldn't help but feel a little pity.

"Presumptuous, you little brute, come down and make amends to Old Chen, his old man is a talented man in the Zhige country, you little brute has no eyes, hurry down." Mo Han yelled from the audience.

As a great talent of the Zhige country, his main job is to teach the heirs of the lord of the country, and his status in the country is extraordinary, although he is not as powerful as Mo Han, but he is terrifying, after all, the great talent is a popular person around the lord, and he does not dare to offend easily.

"Hahaha, General Mo doesn't have to blame. ”

"Dragon Dou Xiaoyou, it's not that the old man has doubts about your talent, it's just that such a world-weary and cynical article doesn't look like it was written by a child of your age. After Chen Nan finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

Long Dou, who woke up a little bit, only then did he know that the big thing was not good, just now he expressed what he thought in his heart on a whim, this poem is indeed not something that a child can write, how can he fool the past?

Thinking about the dragon fight in his heart, he said sincerely with his eyes: "The seniors don't know, the juniors met a man with a sword in a dream last night.

Although this man has a handsome face and a slender figure, but there is endless sadness in his eyes, he said that he has a fate with me, and in my dream, he told the story of him and his lover to me, which is really singable and crying, and it is not hidden, this poem is because the swordsman in the dream has a feeling. ”

After hearing this, Chen Nan was shocked, his eyes shrank sharply, and he grabbed Long Dou's hand and asked eagerly: "Did the swordsman leave his name? What else did he say to you?

Long Dou didn't expect that he could make the old man in front of him lose his temper with such a bad lie, and then replied: "The swordsman left after telling the story, saying that he had the opportunity to meet me again in my dream." ”

This time, even the steady Mo Han showed a look full of panic after hearing this.

Chen Nan's great talent slowly looked back at Mo Han and said meaningfully, "Has the general ever heard the story of the Evil Emperor Sword Slave?"