In the void, the phantom of the knight holding the Wu hook appeared slightly, like a real person, and slowly disappeared after shooting down Xiang Zhuang's weapon. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhou Ning narrowed his eyes and looked at the phantom that appeared in mid-air, just now he didn't recite poetry, nor did he pinch his handprint, he only recited in his heart, this phantom naturally appeared, if he guessed correctly, his own literary heart is very likely to be Confucianism, at least at this moment, he feels that the whole body's literary qi is moving slowly, and there is an indescribable pleasure in the whole body, as for what the effect is, I'm afraid it will be slowly discovered in the future.

The sound of the weapon falling to the ground woke up some people, they were talking, but they didn't notice the sudden killing just now, Tang Bohu, who was sitting opposite him, was the first to react, involuntarily stood up, wanted to say something, and then found that he was agitated for a while, unable to speak, thought about it, and finally made a deep gesture to this side.

This is a treasure poem that has been passed down all over the world...... This poem is like gathering the heroic spirit of China through the ages, atmospheric and magnificent, not at all like a poem in the world. With this poem, the name Zhou Ning, no matter what the future holds, is already destined to remain in history, and those present are honored to be present today.

Liu Yuxi took a deep breath, and finally calmed down the shock in his heart, and after a long time, he sighed, "Really...... Good poetry, who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mysterious. The old man is obsessed with Huang Lao, but I am afraid that he will also fall into the inferiority of the Baishou Taixuan Sutra. ”

In Liu Yuxi's heart, although Qian Qianyi's poetry is first-class, he is mean to Meng Lang and makes people unhappy, he originally planned to say a few good words even if the poetry is not good, and try to round the field, but now Zhou Ning has made a poem that is enough to spread the world, so that he didn't react for a while, and he couldn't think of how to comment on it.

Compared with most of the people present, Qian Qianyi's mood was not so good, he just squeezed a few words from Zhou Ning, because he wanted to step on Zhou Ning's shoulder to support his poetic talent, but when the last word was written, he already understood that the game he had laid out had been turned into a laughing stock by the generals, and what was even worse was that he had to make a poem later. On weekdays, he prides himself on being quick and full of poems, so naturally he is not a problem, but now he is desperately racking his brains to make a poem that surpasses "Chivalry", but his head is blank, and he has no inspiration at all.

"Brother Xiang is good at swordsmanship." Zhou Ning returned the salute, glanced at Xiang Zhuang who was still a little unresponsive below with indifferent eyes, put the pen down, looked at Qian Qianyi for a few seconds, smiled, and said seriously: "After the next poem is finished, please ask Brother Qian to correct it." ”

Axe your sister!

Zhou Ning opened his mouth here, Dong Shuni immediately laughed out loud, Qian Qianyi beside him was like sitting on pins and needles, his face turned blue and pale, and when he heard Zhou Ning say this, for a while, he shrank back slightly......

Liu Yuxi looked down and smiled dumbly.

"The gentleman is frank, and the villain is a relative......"

After an embarrassing silence, Qian Qianyi was speechless for a while, and only after a while did he arch his hand: "Brother Zhou, you are in the next ...... Skills are not as good as others, and they are willing to bow to the wind. ”

Xiang Yu sat there, his face was as heavy as water, he raised the wine glass in front of him and took a sip, closed his eyes, first a general who captured the flag, and then a master of soldiers, and now he can still make poems that are passed on to the world, presumably he is still a Confucian cultivator who is not shallow. He felt a little unable to see through the kid in front of him. But no matter what, when the birthday feast is over, he will personally kill this kid.

"Brother Qian is too modest." Zhou Ning smiled slightly and sat down. At this time, the eyes of the people around him were different.

The scene was a little quiet for a while, and others couldn't find much to talk about for the time being, originally this kind of gathering, everyone talked about not only poetry, but also higher requirements for scriptures, theories, and strategies, and a group of poor Confucian scholars exchanged experiences with each other. But now as soon as Zhou Ning's poem "Who can write Your Excellency, Baishou Taixuanjing" came out, everyone didn't dare to talk about the scriptures anymore for a while.

At this time, the military general, who had not spoken, looked at this poem and said with a smile: "As soon as this poem comes out, I will write Ren Xia again, but I am afraid that it will be no different from the class to get an axe." ”

The old man beside him nodded, and sighed: "I, Wang Jiantong, can also be regarded as an old man, and I am also enthusiastic, what a song "Chivalry"! Zhou boy, I like you very much. ”

Zhou Ning thanked him with a smile, and secretly thought to himself in his heart: "It turns out ...... This is the sword beard Wang Jiantong? It's a flash in the pan in the golden book, I don't know who is more powerful than him and Xiang Yu? ”

In the main hall of Liu's mansion, the birthday banquet at this time had entered the climax, Liu Yuxi posed as the host's family, invited everyone to drink, and after turning the toast, Zhou Ning learned the identity of the tall general.

This person's name is Hou Jing, the word Wanjing, Xianbei Huaren, is a pivotal figure in the Sui Dynasty, and he is a rare master in the entire court, and his skills are no less than that of Dugu Valve's lord Dugu Xin.

This time, Hou Jing was ordered by Emperor Yang of Sui to divide into two ways with Zhang Xutuo's soldiers, and he came to lead the troops to deal with Zhai Rang and Li Mi's Wagang army, and he was busy sneaking here to see Shi Qingxuan's demeanor.

And Liu Yuxi is also much stronger than he imagined, and he is a contemporary Confucian. Known as the "poet hero", he said that the person who writes poetry should "understand a hundred meanings in a piece of words, and sit and gallop to serve ten thousand scenes". The poems and texts are good, including "Burrow Inscription", "Bamboo Branch Words", "Willow Branch Words", "Wuyi Lane" and other famous articles. The philosophical work "Treatise on Heaven" has three articles, and he is the top Confucian of the first class in the world.

is also the only one who can invite Shi Qingxuan, who is lonely and self-appreciative, and never sells favors.

Just when everyone was looking forward to Shi Qingxuan's appearance, there was a burst of screams at the entrance.

A whistling sound sounded, and then two big men in Tsing Yi fell in on their backs in the air, turned over two heels, and sat on the ground in embarrassment. But he was unscathed.

"Who?" Liu Yuxi stood up Huoran.

Looking at the two big men in Tsing Yi who were moaning on the ground and couldn't get up, everyone looked at each other, Zhou Ning also squinted his eyes slightly, with his eyesight, he could see that the strength of the person outside was free to retract and release, like water, and the right skill was the pinnacle.

Several servants came up and carried away the two men who had been knocked down. When the wind broke out, a big man had already swept out and shouted angrily: "Who dares to come here to spread wild!" ”

While they were talking, someone walked in from the courtyard gate with a smile: "It's just down." ”

A young man dressed in white who looked extremely chic walked in, and a hint of awe-inspiring flashed in his eyes. He was wearing a tight-fitting cyan samurai suit, with a pair of three-foot-eight double halberds hanging on his back, which was quite heavy at first glance, and he was between twenty-four or five years old, and his appearance was extremely handsome.

Most of the people present were people who were accustomed to seeing the world, and when they saw this person coming with a hand, they knew that this person was not simple, and because of his high nose and deep eyes, if he was not a Hu person, he should also have Hu blood, and they were all strange in their hearts.

Wang Jiantong's face was cold, and he stood up, and the martial arts seniors who had been famous for decades shouted: "Okay! Sure enough, it's a hero out of a young man, if I'm not mistaken, this is the weapon that Pang Ban used back then, what is the relationship between you and Meng Yuan's 'magician' Pang Ban? ”

"Pang Bian, one of the five uniques?"

The people who were talking about it immediately calmed down, and even Hou Jing was shocked and moved, and he didn't dare to act rashly. This alone shows Pang Ban's prestige in the martial arts.

The young master's face was surprised, his eyes flashed, and after carefully looking at Wang Jiantong a few times, he said lightly: "It turned out to be the leader of the beggar gang "Sword Hair" Wang Jiantong, no wonder his eyesight is so smart, in the night feather below, Pang Ban is the family teacher." ”

Zhou Ning was taken aback, and even Li Shimin and Liu Bang looked at Fang Yeyu with a calm face. This person's skill is really unfathomable. On the contrary, Xiang Yu still took a glass of wine with a normal face and drank it.

I'm afraid that only this overlord of Chu, who is powerful and domineering, is qualified not to take anyone seriously.

At this time, Liu Yuxi said coldly: "The little magician came uninvited, I don't know what to do?" ”

Liu Yuxi has always been humble and gentle, but his tone was cold at this time, and he must have been really angry.

Fang Yeyu glanced at everyone and said with a smile: "One of the reasons why I came here is to listen to Xiao Yi of the Shi family, and the other reason is to learn the mastery of the Central Plains martial arts, and I also ask you to give me advice." ”