Everyone saw that Zheng Yuansheng didn't say anything, and discussed it, and then a kind old man stood up: "I'll come this time, old man, girl, the ancient words have been compared for two rounds, this time let's come to the ancient poems, okay?" "Yes, just as you say." Li Tong must have no opinion, she doesn't care what she compares, as long as she can let her complete the task.

The two talked to each other, and Jiang Changyun introduced the old man to Li Tong again. Huang Yifan, his attainments in poetry are no less than their master, but this old man has always been very low-key, and today he may have been stimulated by Li Tong's two poems, and he wanted to compare and contrast for a while.

After listening to Jiang Changyun's introduction, Li Tong knew that this must be a poem of the ancient times, I'm sorry for the old people, I want to eliminate the four heroes of the poet on behalf of the poet immortal, the poet saint, and the early Tang Dynasty...... Uh, I'm crushing you! Although he was shouting in his heart, on the surface, Li Tong still humbly said to Huang Yifan: "Teacher Huang, you can come up with a topic." ”

Huang Yifan said with a smile: "Little girl, I've been comparing ancient words just now, how are the two of us going back to ancient poems?" Originally, I wanted to say that I would write one song for each of the four seasons, but suddenly I thought that your "Qinyuan Spring Snow" should be forgotten. Today, we can't delay too long, just write two songs, how about we write wine and scenery wantonly? I'm really afraid of your song "Qinyuan Spring Snow", haha..."

"Thank you for your love, listen to your writing wine and scenery, Mr. Huang, please." Li Tong had a very good impression of this old man, how kind an old man, and quickly said humbly when he heard his words.

Seeing Li Tong's performance, Huang Yifan nodded at Zheng Yuansheng, Lao Zheng, this apprentice received it well, he was crazy when he should be crazy, he was quiet when he should be quiet, and it was good to send and receive well. The two walked to the table, Huang Lao picked up the pen and thought while dipping the ink, and suddenly saw everyone looking in the direction of him in surprise, next to him was Li Tong, could it be ...... Huang Lao hurriedly put down the pen and looked at Li Tong, and sure enough, he saw that she was already writing the second song.

Writing the last word, Li Tong let out a long breath, put down the pen, and when he looked up, he saw that everyone was looking at him, including Huang Lao as his opponent. "Mr. Huang, you've finished writing! It's so fast! Li Tong looked at Huang Lao and said in surprise.

Huang Yifan held his breath in his chest, and was just about to scold before he thought that Li Tong had been writing with his head down just now, and he didn't see the situation on his side, but he still snorted angrily, picked up the pen again, and was about to put down the pen, when a voice stopped him. "Lao Huang, I think you still don't want to write, if you think you can write such a poem, you can write it again, otherwise you will lose this game." Li Tong looked at the person who spoke in surprise, it was a fat old gentleman, Jiang Changyun told Li Tong that this person was Huang Yifan's friend for decades, named Chen Zhan, and he also thought that he was a master of poetry.

Huang Lao looked up at the person who spoke abruptly, and said angrily, "Fat Chen, I just had an idea, and you hit me like this." Okay, okay, I'm going to see what kind of earth-shattering verses this little girl has written, making you so cold to me. After speaking, he threw down the pen and walked to Li Tong's table. In fact, everyone had the same idea when they saw Li Tong's poems, but they couldn't say this, so Chen Zhan could say these words to Huang Yifan without scruples.

After reading Li Tong's two poems, Huang Yifan raised his head for a long time and exhaled a breath and said faintly: "Lao Chen, you fat man can still see it clearly." If you don't write it, if you don't write it, I won't lose that person, I can't write such a poem. ”

When the people at the scene heard Huang Yifan's words, they all looked at Li Tong like a monster. The people who watched the live broadcast on the Internet were also shocked and forgot to post the barrage and looked at the screen with their mouths open, what did Huang Lao say just now? He can't write such a poem? Are you kidding? That's Huang Yifan. But in a blink of an eye, they reacted, frantically brushed the barrage, and unified one sentence: "Ask for Li Tong's two poems!" ”

You don't need to read it to know what Huang Yifan's words have been shocked by on the Internet now, Yan Sheng wrinkled his face and pleaded: "Teachers, can you read these two poems?" Take care of those who can't see it, too? Just at his words, the reporters at the scene decided not to care about the fact that only he could broadcast live today, and the audience who watched the live broadcast also praised Yan Sheng, Brother Sheng is really caring.

Huang Yifan looked at Li Tong and said, "Girl, the old man is admitting defeat today, don't you mind if I read these two poems to everyone?" Li Tong hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't mind, it's my honor to let Mr. Huang read my poems, please." ”

Picking up the paper on which Li Tong wrote poems, Huang Yifan read it again, no matter how many times he read it, he would still be shocked by the momentum of these two poems, and with a long sigh, he slowly read out the two poems.

"Will Enter the Wine"

You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning!

You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, 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.

I was born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Zheng, Senior Brother Jiang, will enter the wine, don't stop the glass!

A song with you, please listen to it for me!

The bell and drum are not expensive enough, but I hope to be drunk and unwilling to wake up!

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 master's words, he has to sell the right money!

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine,

Sell eternal sorrow with you! ”

Everyone has not recovered from the heroic and unrestrained and proud joy of this poem, and then Huang Yifan read the second poem.

"Shu Road Difficulty"

Whoa, the danger is high!

The difficulty of Shu Road is difficult to go to the blue sky!

Silkworms and fish, why is the founding of the country at a loss?

He is 48,000 years old, and he is not populated with Qinsai.

Xidang Taibai has a bird road, which can cross the top of Emei.

The earth collapsed and the mountain destroyed the strong man to death, and then the ladder stone stack was hooked together.

There is a high standard of six dragons returning to the sun, and there is a return to the river with a wave and a reversal.

The flight of the yellow crane is not yet passable, and the ape wants to spend his sorrow and climb.

The green mud is a panpan, and a hundred steps and nine folds linger on the rocks.

He sat on his back and sighed with his hands.

Q: When will you return to the West? The road is daunting and the rock is unclimbable.

But seeing the ancient tree of the Sad Bird, the male flew from the female around the forest.

I also heard Zigui crying the night moon, and I was sad about the empty mountain.

The difficulty of Shu Road is difficult to go to the blue sky, so that people listen to this withered face.

Even the peaks go to the sky and do not exceed the feet, and the dead pines hang upside down against the cliffs.

The flying turbulent waterfall is noisy, and the cliff turns to the stone and thunder.

If this is the case, people who have traveled far away will come for nothing.

The Sword Pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei, one husband is the pass, and ten thousand people are not open.

Guards or bandits, turned into wolves and jackals.

Avoid the tiger in the morning, and the long snake in the evening,

Grinding teeth and sucking blood, killing people like numbness.

Although Jincheng is cloudy, it is better to return home early.

The difficulty of the Shu Road is difficult to go to the blue sky, and the side looks west and sighs. ”

Huang Yifan's last word fell, and the people who had seen it just now once again entered the artistic conception of these two poems, not to mention that the people who had not seen it just now had been completely shocked and could only open their mouths and head with only two words: real TMD demon. Well, remove the words that may be harmonized and count it as two words. Zheng Yuansheng felt a trace of bitterness in his heart, is he really qualified to be her master?