With Wang Changling's roar, the guards wearing gold armor on the side immediately rushed forward, and Zhao Gang was pressed to the ground with three strikes and five divisions, and the weapons were scattered aside. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hey......

Staring at the scene of my drama, Beichen suddenly laughed, the reason why he was not worried was because Wang Changling was in front of him, as an official sent by the imperial court to preside over the Luoyang Poetry Society, how could he let the murderer commit murder?

Zhao Gang lost his mind and ran away, this incident surprised Beichen, Zhao Gang did this, even Wang Changling, as a teacher, must be the most difficult one to do. QH long clouds dark snow mountain, lonely city looking at Yumen Pass

"You play with me!"

Zhao Gang was still struggling, his eyes were red staring at Beichen, the killing intent was in full swing, and now he naturally knew that Beichen was teasing him from the beginning, and the other party's Wen Cai had already thrown him out of a few streets.

And all that the other party has done is just to lose face and discredit himself!

This makes Zhao Gangyan, who has always been competitive, not angry?

"I'm just playing with you, what's wrong? You don't pee on yourself, and you are worthy of being my opponent? ”

Beichen looked mocking, and unconsciously remembered the scene two days ago in his mind, and today, the other party still wanted to kill him, he was angry, he didn't save any face for Zhao Gang, and ridiculed to his heart's content.

Hearing this, although the people around him felt that the words were inappropriate, they did not open their mouths to dissuade them, after all, everything happened for a reason, and it was Zhao Gang who broke out and killed people first after the failure of the poem.

"I'm going to kill you!"

It's just that the onlookers are calm, Zhao Gang can't do it, his face turned red, and he roared with a hideous hiss, that look, he can't wait to swallow Beichen alive.

"Presumptuous!"

Wang Ge Lao, whose chest was fluctuating, spoke, his eyes stared at Zhao Gang and burst into flames, and he said angrily: "Zhao Gang, this is the Luoyang Poetry Club, appointed by the emperor, you dare to disturb the progress of the poetry meeting, and openly commit murder, in your eyes, is there still a royal law?" ”

"In your eyes...... Is there still an emperor? ”

The cold questions made Zhao Gang feel a lot more timid, and the whole person slowly quieted down, but Wang Changling obviously still scolded loudly: "Arrogant child, if the old man plays truthfully, even your father can't protect you, and you will die!" ”

With a shock to his body, Zhao Gang raised his head, looked at Wang Changling with a pale face, and muttered, "Teacher......"

"Don't call me teacher, the teacher-student relationship is over, hum ......"

Flicking his long sleeves, Wang Changling looked at Zhao Gang coldly, the talented student who used to be in his eyes, he didn't expect it to be like this, it doesn't matter if he finds it, bad conduct, even if he is high, it is also a hazard!

Wang Changling's words made Zhao Gang stunned, his eyes were hollow, as if he had lost his soul.

"Little friend, what do you think should be done with this arrogant man?"

Ignoring Zhao Gang anymore, Wang Changling fell his eyes on Beichen, there was some deep meaning in his eyes, Beichen immediately understood, arched his hand, and said politely: "Since he is a student of his predecessors, Beichen should give him thin noodles, so let's leave......"

Nodding, Wang Changling glanced at Zhao Gang, who was distracted behind him, and said coldly: "Don't get out of here!" ”

Zhao Gang left, he left lonely under everyone's disdainful eyes, and at the corner of the apricot orchard gate, he turned his head slightly, showing a hateful look at Beichen, and then disappeared.

Beichen naturally noticed his eyes, but Beichen sneered and didn't care, his subordinates were defeated, so why worry about it.

"Although Xiaoyou is young, his talent is amazing, who is the unknown teacher?"

This matter, Wang Changling pondered for a moment, but still asked the doubts in his heart, before someone said that Beichen was a student of Meng Haoran, it can be seen that Beichen's poetry is powerful, Wang Changling does not believe it very much.

First, Beichen's poems are very miscellaneous, and each category is slightly involved, not so much a landscape pastoral poet, but a hodgepodge to be more accurate.

There is also a second point, looking at Beichen's performance, there is no hostility towards himself, which is not logical.

Beichen was stunned, blinked, and muttered: "Seriously calculated, I have a lot of teachers, not counting the kindergarten, I'm afraid there are no less than thirty or forty teachers." ”

"No wonder ......"

Wang Changling nodded clearly, no wonder this young man's poems are so miscellaneous, it turned out that he had been with so many teachers, now he was relieved, pulled up Beichen's smile, and said with a kind smile: "As long as it's not that old bastard's apprentice, it doesn't matter, today we must have a good discussion about Biansai's poetry!" ”

The most wonderful poetry fighting session, this time became unusually quiet, just because in the whole poetry meeting, one person in Beichen overshadowed everyone, he stood on the high platform, and Wang Ge Lao talked and laughed, dazzling, dazzling.

"Are we old?"

An old scholar in the apricot orchard stared at the high platform, his expression was emotional, his back was lonely, and there was a loss in his eyes that could not be concealed, but soon, a middle-aged man next to him spoke solemnly.

"We're not old yet, it's just that he's too wicked......"

There are many people around who are silent and speechless, and some people are ready to leave, the literati are light, and they all feel that they are very literate, but at this moment, they don't want to compete with Beichen on the same stage.

Soon, what happened in the apricot orchard caused a sensation in Luoyang City, and the streets and alleys, merchants and vendors, as well as official mansions, were all talking about this matter.

"Have you heard? A young man appeared at the Luoyang Poetry Conference, and many people were stunned by classic poems one by one. ”

"Of course I heard about it, I heard that Zhao Gang, one of the four great talents in Chang'an, was suppressed and had no ......."

"By the way, Xiaoju, isn't Zhao Gang your Prince Charming? Haha......"

This incident was so surprising that it soon became popular all over the city, and even the maids in the official mansion were talking about it, and many people moved to the apricot garden to see what this young writer really looked like.

"Really, this young man can fight against the old man of Wang Ge and talk about wine?"

In Mu's mansion, Mu Wantong sat in the boudoir, with a silver hairpin in the mirror, but anyone could hear the disbelief in the words, and the maid Xiaolan next to her was anxious and stomped her feet: "Miss, it's true, all the poems made by that young man at the poetry meeting have come out......"

As she spoke, Xiaolan picked up a piece of rice paper in her hand and handed it to Mu Wantong, Mu Wantong turned around in surprise, took the envelope, lightly opened her red lips, and read: "No one asks about the poor in the city, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains." If you don't believe it, look at the wine in the feast, and persuade the rich first. Ten years of cold windows no one asked, in one fell swoop became famous all over the world! ”

Mu Wantong's delicate body was shocked, leaving a shocked face, his Danfeng eyes widened, and he looked towards the second poem: "Withered vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and west wind and thin horses, the sun sets, and the broken intestines are at the end of the world!" ”

At this moment, the horror in Mu Wantong's heart was already beyond measure, she blinked and continued to look down.

"When autumn comes, September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom. The heavenly incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor. ”

"QH Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, Lonely City Looking at Yumen Pass. Yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned if it is not broken! ”

This time, it was Mu Wantong's turn to be distracted, he was stunned for a long time, holding the rice paper and not moving, and finally she stood up abruptly and said, "Go, go to the apricot garden!" ”