In an apricot orchard, the elegant birds were silent for a while, and the people who came were all literati, and they could naturally distinguish between good and bad, but with this opening, everyone could tell that this young man's attainments in Biansai's poetry were very high, very high. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhao Gang was dumbfounded, and the poems that had been prepared were also blocked in his mouth, but he was glad that he didn't take it out, otherwise he would be judged by high and low, and it would be a shame.

On the high platform, Wang Changling, who looked peaceful, showed his surprise for the first time, even he didn't expect that a young man's fighting spirit was so strong, not to mention anything else, just a sentence of skyrocketing incense through Chang'an, and the city full of golden armor was enough to be proud of the others!

It's just the moral of the poem......

"It's your turn!"

Beichen obviously didn't intend to let go of Zhao Gang, glanced at Zhao Gang, sat on the stone pier, crossed Erlang's legs, and drank idle tea, so uncomfortable.

"I ......"

"The ......"

Only promises, around the poems prepared by Zhao Gang, I don't dare to take it out, if I don't take it out, there is still a trace of cheek, take it out, then it is really a loss of face and a disrepute!

"Hurry up, I'm thankful for all the flowers I've been waiting for."

Waving his hand, Beichen urged impatiently, which made Zhao Gang anxious, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his back was soaked, and he didn't know what to do.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he provoked again and again, and at this moment, it was difficult to ride a tiger, and if he opened his mouth to fight poetry, his reputation was not guaranteed. If you don't open your mouth, it's hard to be good in front of everyone.

"This little friend, your poems are impassioned, the sentences are majestic, and the blood is boiling, it is indeed a battle poem, but is it?"

Wang Changling on the high platform smiled: "Although the poem is good, it is not a side poem, he embodies the majestic spirit of the poets of my generation who despise heaven and earth and the spirit of not being afraid of difficulties, and it is a rare classic." ”

"What? Not counting the side poems? ”

Beichen heard Wang Changling's explanation, and remembered the annotations in the university anthology, which is really as Wang Changling said, this is a poem that praises poets, and it cannot be regarded as a side poem. ”

On the other side, Zhao Gang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with trembling hands, glared at Beichen fiercely and wanted to retreat, by this time, he had been beaten to the ground, and he had no fighting spirit at all.

Beichen, who was thinking, glanced at him, and when he saw Zhao Gang who wanted to retreat, a sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly: "Did I let you go?" ”

Zhao Gang, who turned around and wanted to leave, was shocked, he was already scared at this time, and said in a deep voice: "Beichen, since you don't know how to stuff poetry, our previous bet will naturally not count!" ”

"Who says I can't write poetry?"

Beichen grinned, which shocked the onlookers, all staring at Beichen in disbelief, Biansai poems are different from idyllic poems, only poets who have experienced military camp life can write that kind of atmosphere, this kid can do it?

It's just that Beichen obviously didn't think so much at this time, staring at Zhao Gang with a pair of eyes, sneering in his heart, what good thing does this kid think, he pretends to be forced and wants to leave.

Zhao Gang took a deep breath, stunned and neither advanced nor retreated, at this time, he was naturally not Beichen's opponent, and he could only bring humiliation on himself if he stayed.

"Stay, listen to Beichen Xiaoyou's side poems!"

The people around were surprised, and what left Zhao Gang, who was in an embarrassing situation, was Wang Changling, who was unpredictable, but some people thought of a possibility and stared at the tense battlefield.

His eyes tightened, Beichen remembered a possibility, he turned his head, looked at an old scholar beside him, and asked softly: "Senior, I don't know how old Wang Changling and Wang Ge are?" ”

"Oh!"

The old scholar was stunned, but Beichen's predecessor made him feel ape, he calculated a little, and then said: "Wang Ge is one in fifty years old. ”

"Fifty-one ......"

Muttered, Beichen knew it in his heart, he looked at Wang Changling with an indifferent expression in front of him, if Zhao Gang was just an ant, then Wang Changling was a towering tree, and he had a deep foundation in Biansai poetry, and there were few people who could compare with it!

But so what?

Beichen looked northwest and said loudly: "QH Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass ......"

After a pause, Beichen looked at Wang Changling, who was stunned, and roared majestically: "Huangsha wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken!" ”

The onlookers were completely stunned, this poem, this meaning, just heard, it made their blood boil, carefully pondered, their bodies were even more shocked, the snow mountain in the poem is the Qilian Mountains stretching across the south of the Hexi Corridor.

The QH Yuguan in the poem, thousands of miles apart from east to west, is the defense line of the entire northwest border, but it appears on the same picture, and the poem takes a city of soldiers to look at the Yumen Pass from afar, pointing out the strong homesickness of the soldiers.

In the last sentence, the yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken, and everyone seems to feel that in the harsh environment, the courage and determination of the border guards to resist the war!

"It's your turn......"

Looking at the stunned crowd, Beichen was proud in his heart, especially when facing Wang Changling, he smiled even more, sample, use your poems to deal with you, see how much more waves you can make.

"Master!"

The first to react was Zhao Gang, he was already shrouded in anger, and he had no interest in appreciating poetry at all.

"Alas......"

A faint sigh sounded in everyone's ears, Wang Changling glanced at his beloved apprentice Zhao Gang, and said weakly: "You don't complain if you lose, even if you face this young man for the teacher, you don't have the certainty of victory......

The people who can come to Xingyuan are all literati, they are silent at this time, at this moment they can understand the mood of Wang Ge Lao, a young man who is only two decades old, actually made one classic after another, which made them stunned at the same time, but also helpless.

"How is this possible? You are a former court elder, rich in five cars, and only eight buckets high, how can you not compare to a hairy boy? ”

It's just that Wang Changling's words obviously stimulated Zhao Gang, his eyes widened, and he let out a terrible roar, which was worse than killing him, the other party was younger than himself, but his poetry attainments were already on par with his master.

"Presumptuous, if you lose, you lose, and if you dare to act, it is the bloody nature of a big man!"

When Wang Changling heard this, he was immediately furious, and when he looked at Zhao Gang, his eyes were a little less gentle and a little more disappointed.

At this time, many people understood it, especially at this time, Beichen and Zhao Gang stood together, making judgments from high to low, whether in terms of knowledge or morality, they were far from each other.

"He deserved to die!"

The crisp sound suddenly resounded here, and everyone looked at it, all of them were shocked, only to see Zhao Gang pull out the guard's long sword with red eyes, seal his throat with a sword, and kill Beichen.

Zhao Gang completely lost his mind at the moment, and let him admit his defeat, which made him uncomfortable than killing him, but he really lost, or what the teacher said himself, ironclad evidence.

With a hideous face, Zhao Gang stared at Beichen with red eyes: "I want you to die!" ”

"The ancients said: If you want to destroy people, you must first make them crazy......"

It's just that Beichen is still light and light, his expression is calm, he is not flustered at all, and he is still holding a cup of fragrant tea in his hand, and a mist rises.

"Good guts!"

The angry scolding alarmed the Quartet, Wang Changling was angry, and his chest was obviously angry.