Disclaimer: The original novel, the fictional world, if there is any similarity, it is pure coincidence, and this book is a slow-burning type.

"Dare to ask, Mr. Big, what are some of the place names in your poem, such as Taihang Mountain?" said a young man angrily.

"It's the land of Shang-Gu-Hua-Xia-God!" Wang Yao replied with pride.

"Dare to ask, Mr. Great, have you ever been?" the young man asked.

"Of course, when I used to cultivate, my soul was out of my body, and I went to the Shang-Gu-Hua-Xia-God-Kingdom, and I memorized all these poems, Mr. Xie, it was right to say that I plagiarized!" Wang Yao said and looked at Xie Xuanji, and Xie Xuanji's face turned pale.

"Mr. Big, my dream is to be a chivalrous warrior and assassinate the king of the Eternal Night Demon Clan, but unfortunately an accident abolished the cultivation, and there is no hope in this life, I wonder if Mr. Big can make a poem that expresses chivalry and assassins?" The young man's question was very tricky, which made many people in the Burning Sun Kingdom frown and very unhappy.

"Then this adaptation of "Chivalrous Journey" will be given to you!" Wang Yao got up and said: "Zhao Keman is eternal night, Wu Hook is frosty and snowy." The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward. will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan. Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light. After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born. Saving Zhao with the golden mallet, Melo was shocked first. Two strong men in the autumn, Xuanhe Great Heavenly City. The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical. ”

After reading the poem, Wang Yao immediately recited silently in his heart: "Lord Li Bai, you are always in the spirit of the sky, I will change it a little, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Mr. Big, Liu He bows!" the young man bowed to Wang Yao and then stepped back without saying a word.

"The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, the eternal romantic figures, who else here wants to compare poetry!?" Wang Yao looked around and took a sip of spirits, except for Lang Yong-Kang's excited poems and Wang Yao's words, the hall was suddenly very quiet.

Suddenly!

"Senior brother, the younger brother has been in the beginner for a long time, every time I look at the moon at night in the academy, I will think of the night scene of my hometown Mingyue Country, I don't know if the senior brother can make a poem for the younger brother!" the fourth senior brother Mencius Xiu asked.

"Fourth Senior Brother, how can you ......," Senior Master Li asked Mencius Xiu with a displeased expression.

"Master, it's okay! It's normal for people to be homesick, so I'll send you a song of silent night thoughts. Wang Yao said with a smile, and said in less than six breaths: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground." Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. ”

"Yes, very well suited!" said Lang Yong-Kang, who was even happier than he was composing poetry.

"Senior Brother Xie!" the fourth senior disciple Meng Zixiu bowed to Wang Yao for a day.

"Mr. Great, I wonder if you can compose a poem that expresses the mournful music in a desolate voice?" asked a middle-aged man.

Qingse complains about the night, winds and rains.

The lonely lamp smells the horn, and the waning moon descends the chapter.

The grass has been twilight, so the future is different.

The township book cannot be sent, and the autumn geese return south.

"Niu Xue is convinced!"

"You're welcome! The moon is on fire, life is like a dream, a statue is still in the river and the moon, do you have anyone who is not convinced?" Wang Yao looked at Xie Xuanji once and smiled: "I don't know if Mr. Xie Xuanji has a world-class masterpiece?" Wang Yao only plagiarized, very ashamed!"

"You ......" Xie Xuanji was suddenly angry, and at the same time, the prime minister of the Heavenly Palace Empire was also drinking in black, and the happiest ones were Li Shishi and Lang Yong-kang.

"Hey!" At this time, Lang Yong-Kang couldn't help but sigh and muttered to himself: "Mei'er, how good it is that you are still alive! You must like these poems!"

"Old Lang, who are you?" Wang Yao asked with concern as he watched Lang Yong-Kang suddenly burst into tears.

"I don't know, can Mr. Big make a eulogy for the old man?" Lang Yong-Kang's eyes were full of tears, and he looked at Wang Yao with eyes full of expectation.

Wang Yao nodded, took a step back and said slowly: Ten years of life and death are boundless, don't think about it, it's unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, Xiaoxuan window, dressing, looking at each other without words, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

"Okay, good!" Lang Yong-Kang's trembling hand took the pen and wrote slowly, but this time he wrote very slowly, tears kept falling, and the snow-white paper was instantly wet, and no one in the hall looked down on the old man, but was very respectful, and everyone waited quietly for the old man to finish writing these words.

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. Wang Yao couldn't help sighing: "The seemingly prosperous life, in the midst of desire, didn't all kinds of tragedies be staged that day!"

The sound of a quiet heartbeat could be heard in the main hall, and at this time, Xie Xuanji stood up and scolded Wang Yao under the coercion of the Prime Minister of the Heavenly Palace Empire: "Mr. Big, you copied a good poem!"

As soon as Xie Xuanji finished speaking, before Wang Yao could speak, he was scolded by other saliva, including Lang Yong-Kang, no one thought that the always elegant Mr. Lang Yong-Kang would scold people so ugly.

"As long as Mr. Big can make four passionate, patriotic, worrying about the country, and lonely poems within ten steps, I will permanently retire from the literary world. Xie Xuanji directly interrupted everyone's abuse and said: "If you can't do it, please ask Mr. Big, cut off your tongue, admit plagiarism, and kneel down to apologize to the scholars in the literary world!"

"Hehe, I have to say, Lao Xie, you are shameless and have reached the invincible place in the world, I admitted it at the beginning that it was a recitation, and if you want to play with me, I will fulfill you!" Wang Yao's eyes when he looked at Xie Xuanji were full of murderous intent.

"Old Lang, please comment!" Wang Yao took the first step after speaking, and stopped at the second step and said: "Dengyouzhou Taige: I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the comers after." Thinking of heaven and earth, I am alone and crying!"

"Breaking the array: Picking up the lamp and looking at the sword in the drunk, dreaming of blowing the horn and the battalion. After Wang Yao finished speaking, he took the third step, and then said: "Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turn over the outside sound, and the battlefield is an autumn soldier." The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. ”

The fourth step said: "But the king of the world, win the name before and after his death, poor and white!"

"It's a good sentence, but the king of the world has a business, and he has won the name before and after his death, and it is pitiful for nothing!" Lang Yong-Kang applauded directly, and at the same time immediately took a note.

The fifth step, the sixth step Wang Yao took a sip of wine and looked at Xie Xuanji and said: "Spring Wang: The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. When I feel the tears, I hate the birds. The seventh step continued: "The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 gold." The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming. ”

"The poem has the beautiful sentiment of loving the country and remembering the family, and the bearing is full of joy and good poetry. Lang Yong-Kang commented.

When Wang Yao walked to the eighth step at this time, Xie Xuanji broke out in a cold sweat, and in the ninth step Wang Yao spoke: "Ascending: The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird of Zhu Qingsha flies back." The boundless falling trees are falling, and the Yangtze River is rolling. He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years. Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass. ”

Xie Xuanji had already sat on the ground with a dead face at this time, and he still wanted to defend when, Wang Yao walked to the tenth step and said, "I'm sending you a water tune song head!"

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable.

Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world.

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly.

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

"You ......" At this time, Xie Xuanji directly spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

"Xie Xuanji, if you embark on a strange road, you will have to accept your life on the road!" Wang Yao said meaningfully to Xie Xuanji, who had fainted, but no one in the field understood what it meant.

"I don't know, who else wants to write a poem with Wang Yao?" Wang Yao saw that no one answered, and walked back to Luo Bingyan boringly.

——To be continued——