Smiling and turning his head, staring at Zhao Gang who strode over, Beichen said contemptuously: "The surname is Zhao, do you know what it means to not die if you don't die?" ”

"I hope you'll be smiling a little bit!"

Squinting his eyes, Zhao Gang hated to get up and down at the moment, and directly cut off Beichen's head to relieve his hatred, and now he obviously can't do this, but fortunately, defeating the enemy is sometimes more lethal than killing the enemy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Beichen didn't speak again, listening to Xiaolan, everyone said, isn't this kid a genius, he just wants to defeat the other party in the field that the other party is best at, and he wins with a devastating and crushing attitude.

It's just that Beichen didn't speak, Zhao Gang was obviously willing to stop, he took a few steps forward and muttered in Beichen's ear: "Boy, I will definitely let you know what regret is today!" ”

opened his mouth, Beichen didn't speak, but looking at the mouth shape, many people knew what he was going to say, three words: I'll wait.

"Alright, let's get started."

Seeing the conflict between the two people, Wang Changling didn't want to stop it, especially when he looked at Beichen's eyes, he was a little unkind, he admitted that he Meng Haoran was not dealing with it, but there was no need to send a young man to provoke, right?

"Boy, listen well, 30 years of wind and rain, more than 100 years, stay until the beginning of the day, the battlefield bones become a sea!" His eyes were cold, and Zhao Gang took the lead in making a difficulty, with a mouthful of heroic verses.

Nodding slightly, Beichen didn't have any accidents, Zhao Gang studied under the famous Biansai poet Wang Changling, and the catchy nature is the Biansai poem, and the heroic and unrestrained poetry is also boundless.

Wang Changling, who was on the high platform, stroked his beard and nodded quietly, obviously Zhao Gang's poems were affirmed by him, and the people around him also lowered their heads, facing such a talented person as Zhao Gang, everyone could only give in.

"Hurry up and admit defeat!"

"No, admit defeat."

……

A wave of persuasion resounded around Beichen, for Zhao Gang's poems, he didn't want to judge it, but he had to deny that the other party's talent was indeed good, and if he was an ordinary person, he was afraid that he would have surrendered a long time ago, but it's a pity......

After thinking about it slightly, Beichen remembered a poem, and regardless of the eyes of the people around him, he laughed and said, "After you finish speaking, you listen to me." ”

Keeping his eyes on Zhao Gang, Beichen said sonorously: "No one asks about the poor in the downtown area, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains."

Bowing his head, Beichen looked at the tea cup in his hand, and whispered lightly: "If you don't believe it, look at the wine in the feast, and persuade the rich first with a cup." ”

As soon as the so-called connoisseur opened his mouth, he knew if there was any, as soon as Beichen's poem came out, the audience was silent, and even Wang Changling, who nodded again and again on the high platform, was stunned, and his deep eyes flashed with Taoist essence.

"This poem ......"

People who come to the poetry club here, the study of literature will not be too low, naturally can distinguish the deep meaning of Beichen's poetry, but also frightened to death, under the Tang Dynasty, the style of poetry has been basically stereotyped, there is nothing to shake.

But only Beichen's poems are mellow but not lose their artistic conception, and they are sarcastic but not abusive, which not only reflects the phenomenon of climbing in the world, but also criticizes the atmosphere under the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty.

Beichen paused, stared at everyone, and said heroically and passionately: "No one has asked about the cold window for ten years, and the world knows it in one fell swoop!" ”

"The meaning of this verse is that it is high, wonderful......"

There was an old scholar in the apricot orchard, and when he heard this last sentence, he immediately applauded, if the front was an indiscriminate attack, then the last sentence formed a strong contrast.

It turns out that I live in a poor and busy city, and it is not unnoticed that I have studied hard for ten years, and I just want to become famous in one fell swoop, which is ironic and inspires people to work hard, of course, clever.

"You!"

Zhao Gang's eyes widened, obviously surprised, he never thought that Beichen would really be able to compose poems, and it sounded much better than the side poems he made!

"I'm fine, but now it's my turn......"

Beichen's smile was very friendly, but in the eyes of the people around him, they all felt that his smile was treacherous, as if a long-brewing conspiracy had succeeded.

His face was stunned, I don't know why, Zhao Gang suddenly felt a little flustered, always feeling like a catastrophe was coming, he swallowed his saliva, stared at Beichen very vigilantly, his expression was serious and he didn't have the confidence just now.

Grinning, Beichen looked along the clear water stream beside him, and happened to see the semicircular arched bridge outside the red wall, his eyes moved, and he muttered: "Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses......"

Taking a deep breath, Beichen pointed out the wall, and muttered in confusion: "The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world!"

The audience was in an uproar, and there was no sound at all, if the last poem still had the element of luck, then this poem was completely literary, every word, all of which brought the surrounding environment and mood into it, and finally brought out the ancient road of thin horses not returning home, and broken intestines wandering at the end of the world!

"Good poem, good poem, this poem can be a classic for future generations!"

Wang Changling, who was on the high platform, opened his mouth unexpectedly, he is a great poet and highly respected, after he said this, naturally no one would doubt the quality of this poem.

Everyone looked around, not far from the apricot orchard, there was indeed a withered vine with the thickness of the wrist, and a crow did stand in its nest above, and the water flowed eastward, and after the stone arch bridge, there was a poor family, and at this moment there was a cooking smoke......

Looking around, some people wondered: "This withered vine and old tree, faint crow, small bridge and flowing water are all there, but on the ancient road, why don't you see a thin horse?" ”

The people around were taken aback, they all looked along the river and found an ancient road, but there was no shadow of a thin horse, and everyone was surprised, and they all looked at Beichen.

Beichen smiled meaningfully and didn't speak, but Wang Changling on the high platform smiled lightly: "The thin horse he said is not a real horse, but a person who borrows from people and is confused in the west wind of the ancient road." ”

Staring at Beichen with a calm expression, Wang Changling said lightly: "If what I expected is not bad, you are the one who broke the intestines, right?" ”

"Yes, it's me, I'm like a horse, now I'm skinny, lost in the west wind of the ancient road......" Beichen's face was confused, others didn't know his sorrow, he understood very well, his hometown was in another time and space, how to go back?

At this time, Zhao Gang, who was under pressure, turned red, stared at Beichen and shouted: "Beichen, I am a literati who learns Biansai poetry, you always take out satirical poems, what does it mean to describe poetry?" ”

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Gang gritted his teeth: "There is a kind, you will compete with me on the side poem!" ”

"Are you sure? I'm very good at poetry! ”

Staring at Zhao Gang who was about to go berserk with some surprise, Beichen blinked, the Biansai poems in his mind were not a hundred, but also eighty, and each of them was a classic, which was indeed a bit of a bully.

"I'm sure! Just use the side poems! ”

Beichen's hesitation made Zhao Gang's confidence skyrocket, in his eyes, Beichen was scared, he didn't dare to fight, what side poems are powerful, Meng Haoran is a landscape pastoral poet, and he won't be side poems at all.

"Alas......"

The onlookers all sighed, they were hindered by Wang Changling and Wang Ge's face, and they didn't say it directly, in fact, from the moment Zhao Gang opened his mouth to compete with Bian Saishi, he had already lost.

Poetry is a hundred schools of thought, poetry is prosperous, how can there be only one school of poetry, if you talk about it, you can only say that each has its own merits, and it cannot be said which style of poetry is not good.

Wang Changling on the high platform was indifferent, unhappy and carefree, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Feeling Zhao Gang's contempt and the pitiful gazes cast by the people around him, Beichen was speechless, and said with a serious face: "What I said is true, my Biansai poems are really powerful." ”

It's just that at this time, it is clear that no one believes him.

"Which of us comes first?" Zhao Gang stepped forward with a sneer, Bian Saishi had the confidence to crush Beichen, and this confidence came from strength.

Beichen saw that no one believed him, so he stepped forward: "You didn't come up just now, of course I'll come first." ”

After that, he then raised his voice and said: "When autumn comes on September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers when the flowers bloom." The heavenly incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor! ”