How the chat room was turned upside down, the Grandmaster didn't know, he just knew that he was feeling refreshed now!

Although this "Will Enter the Wine" is a Yuefu poem made by the poet fairy Li Bai in his previous life when he was down, and some of the background meaning contained in it is a bit depressing, but it is undeniable that this poem is indeed a poem that can make people burn up. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

That's right, that's how this poem burns!

At the beginning, the water of the Yellow River is used to describe it, and the feelings are directly expressed as rushing and passionate as the roaring water of the Yellow River, as if directly people are on the bank of the Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River and feel the majestic momentum from the sky.

Just watching the first line of this poem is enough for the onlooker to rise up in his chest, let alone the grandmaster who wrote this poem.

A good song can make people burn, and this good poem has the same effect.

Now the Grandmaster felt as if his whole body was on fire, and all the depressed things that he had encountered since he came out of the infinite world until now seemed to be like the water of the Yellow River, all of which were vented from his chest with the help of the pen in his hand to the rice paper.

"Happy, happy!" The Grandmaster laughed, stretched out his left hand, and directly grabbed the half-drunk Fierce Bull Drink, but after taking a sip, the Grandmaster frowned and directly put the half-bottle of drink on the table.

"Man, do you have any wine here? Bring me a bottle!"

The staff member was also a little dumbfounded at this time, the first line of poetry written by the grandmaster really calmed him.

To be able to be selected by the senior management of the Vigo live broadcast platform as a staff member for on-site service, this staff member must also have a certain degree of ancient poetry attainment, and the sentence "The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky" simply makes this staff member regard the grandmaster as a celestial.

What kind of mind can write such magnificent verses, and what kind of talent can write such amazing verses?

The staff member was in a daze, but the Grandmaster's voice immediately made the guy tremble, but then he understood what the Grandmaster was trying to do.

The thought that the legendary picture would be presented in front of him, the staff member was also a little excited.

"Oh, yes, there's wine! I know our boss has a few good bottles of wine! I'll bring it to you!"

The staff ran out like rabbits.

It's fried in the chat room again!

"Haha, does my master want to learn from Li Taibai, the poet fairy in wine back then?

"This poem is so burning, how can it be worthy of it if there is no wine?"

"I don't know how the boss of the bull drink will feel when he sees this scene! The bull is delicious, but it's still not as good as wine!"

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The boss of the live broadcast platform is also happy!

Of course he could hear the attendant, but at such a moment, he would never hide it.

The bottles of wine hidden in the wine cabinet in his office are of course relatively rare forty-year-old Moutai wine, but compared to the scene in front of him, it is really nothing.

If the grandmaster can really drink his own wine and write a famous poem, his face will also shine, right?

When the time comes, when we meet those old friends, we can also brag, right?

"When the grandmaster wrote that poem, he drank the wine that Lao Tzu had hidden for a long time!"

"Xiao Liu, come to my office immediately, take the two bottles of forty-year-old Moutai from my wine cabinet, and ask Xiao Wu to send them to the Grandmaster! Hurry up!" Vigo's boss ordered with a smile, and a beautiful girl in uniform immediately trotted out of the control room.

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The wine was soon brought in, and at this time, the Grandmaster's chest was also pregnant with excitement.

The Grandmaster opened the wine bottle, and his mouth was against the bottle, and the mouth of the bottle was "coo-dong-dong" was two mouthfuls.

"Happy!!" said the Grandmaster with a laugh, holding the bottle in his left hand and the brush in his right hand staining the inkstone with ink, and the next moment he waved it.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

Heaven, life, me, material, must be useful, and the daughter will come back when she is gone.

These three lines of poetry were completed in one go, and the next moment, in the control room of the Viggo live broadcast platform, several CEOs who were observing the scene shouted in unison: "Okay!"

Outside, countless netizens who were watching the Grandmaster's live creations on the computer also burst into excited cheers such as "Good!", "Wonderful!", and "Absolutely!".

And in the chat room, there is a spectacular scene of single word swiping the screen.

The screen of the entire chat room has been dominated by exclamations such as "good!", "wonderful!", and "absolutely!".

There are no other words to describe the first four lines of this poem.

Especially the sentence "Nature, life, me, material, must be useful", just like Huang Zhong Dalu, shocked everyone a little confused.

This is definitely a verse that can be passed on forever, such a wonderful verse, there is no adjective that can be described.

In the live broadcast room of Nandu, Mao Xianning has slowly put down the brush, and a newly baked "Praise of Fine Wine" jumped on the paper.

Including Fan Jianqiang, the eyes of the four old men took their eyes off the rice paper and stared at the big screen.

At this time, the Grandmaster was taking the second sip of wine.

Fan Jianqiang looked like a ghost, "Damn! What is this kid going to do? Do you want to learn from the poet immortal Li Taibai back then?"

Wu Jiang covered his head and looked constipated.

And Mao Xianning shook his head slowly, as if he didn't appreciate the grandmaster's wild energy.

As for Zhou Yun, who has rarely spoken, he said with disdain: "Hmph, grandstanding boy!"

However, when the picture of the big screen turned, and the poem that the Grandmaster had already written four lines appeared on the big screen, all four of them were stupid.

Zhou Yun looked at the first four lines of the poem on the big screen in a daze, and said to himself: "How is it possible? How is it possible? How can he write such a poem......

Wu Jiang and Mao Xianning sat on the chairs in a daze, their faces colorless.

The first four lines of this poem hit them even harder than the eternal one just now.

After all, couplets are couplets, and no matter how they compare, they can't compare to poetry.

There are tricks in the couplet, but the poetry is the purest talent!

Your talent is so poor that you can't write such magnificent poems!

The Grandmaster took his second sip of wine, shouted "Happy!" again, and then held a brush in his right hand and brushed four more poems on the rice paper.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require a drink of three hundred.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

Although this poem is not as atmospheric as the first four sentences, it vividly describes the atmosphere when drinking, and many netizens watching in the chat room can't help but shake their heads, hoping to go home and stew a pot of mutton, boil two pieces of beef, and then drink 300 cups with friends in a cup......

The grandmaster poured another sip of wine, and wrote the last four lines of the poem "Will Enter the Wine" with a brush.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you.

The grandmaster laughed and put the brush down, casually put the wine bottle in his left hand on the table, and then lifted the "Will Enter the Wine" written with the help of the strength of the wine with both hands, and placed it directly in front of the camera.

Almost all of them saw the Yuefu poem through the images transmitted by the camera, and the ink had not yet completely dried.

On the snow-white rice paper, the lines of dragons and phoenixes dancing in ink seem to come to life.

The gorgeous grass is matched with this extremely atmospheric "Will Enter the Wine", and the whole character seems to come alive!

This poem was written by the master with pleasure, so there was more spirit injected into the words, which gave this word a kind of vitality like life.

The chat room suddenly set off a bloody storm again.

"Good words, good poems!

"What kind of master, is it okay for people to call grandmasters? This is clearly a poem that can only be written by a great grandmaster, and a word that can be written!"

"That's right, this kind of poem and this kind of character can never be written by an ordinary master! Only a grandmaster can write it!"

"Upstairs, aren't you talking nonsense?

"In any case, this character and this poem are definitely hand-me-down works!

"Upstairs jealous? Didn't you see what is written in this poem by the master of the family? I am born to be useful! The master of the family is born with this, and you can't accept it if you don't accept it!"

"I never believed that there was a genius in this world, but today I finally do! So, from today on, I want to be a genius too!"

"Hahaha, the wrong medicine upstairs, right? You're still a genius? You're almost like a cripple!"

"The master is too awesome, from now on, the master's die-hard fans, no words!"

"That's right, from now on, the master's die-hard fan!"

"A die-hard fan of the Master!"

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In the core control room of Viggo's live webcast, the high-level executive who had just asked the secretary to bring wine to the grandmaster was obviously the big boss of Vigo.

At this time, the guy laughed and said, "I'm going to decide on this painting! I will discuss it with Mr. Zong in a while to see how much money can buy this painting?

A man with a slightly lower status next to him whispered: "Mr. Gao, I don't think you can take this painting for 10 million?"

"Well, how is it possible? In addition to those antiques, the price of the best masters of writing in China will not be so high!"

"Mr. Gao, you also know that my favorite thing is to practice calligraphy, so according to me, Mr. Zong's character has definitely reached the grandmaster-level character. At present, there is really not a grandmaster-level calligrapher in China! Therefore, Mr. Zong's calligraphy, except for the short time, the level of his work is no less than that of the legendary three major lines of calligraphy in the world......

"Shhh...... So powerful?"

"Well, that's so powerful! And according to the figures just counted in the background, the amount of rewards given to Mr. Zong alone has exceeded 100 million! Mr. Zong accounts for seventy percent of them! 10 million, Mr. Gao, I'm afraid that Mr. Zong really doesn't look at it......" )