The people who watched this scene were terrified, just because Qian Hao drank one step at a time, the closer he got to the inscription wall, the stumbling steps, and the more crazy the laughter became.

At first glance, I thought it was a psychopath.

This is not a slander, about the great poets are a little hysterical, although Qian Hao is not a great poet.

The previous onlookers, at this moment, couldn't help but whisper. Although the words are restrained, the doubts and ridicule in them are overflowing.

But at this moment, the people who came up below whispered in surprise and said, "Teacher Xiaoqian? Why is he here? ”

This is not an exaggeration, the Yanjing Sinology circle, including most of the people in the poetry circle, will call Teacher Xiao Qian when they meet Qian Hao. Even if they don't meet it, they don't even feel that they are called it when they talk about it with others.

It can be seen that Qian Hao is famous.

However, after all, the time is too short, and his reputation is still limited to Yanjing and is not known to the world.

It is precisely because of this that the literati from other places will despise Qian Hao so much, and even speak contemptively.

However, when they heard the discussion of local poets at this time, they couldn't help but be terrified, and opened their eyes to look at Qian Hao in front of the inscription poem.

This man is so young, how can these people call him a teacher? Just now, the poems he wrote don't seem to be good, huh?

Meng Shusheng was also surprised, one or two people, he could not care. However, most of the people who came up here called Qian Hao "Teacher Xiao Qian", so he couldn't help but care.

"What's the matter, could it be that this person really has some great talent?"

Thinking like this, he was also a little uneasy in his heart, but Huang Jiying beside him still looked indifferent.

What others say, Huang Jiying is indifferent or not, Qian Hao doesn't care. At this time, he had finished drinking a bottle of wine, and he was about to write poetry with a brush.

Drinking, it's not that he is addicted to alcohol, it's not that he wants to pretend to be forced, but that he feels that the poems he is going to write next can't be without wine.

Some poems must be poured with wine.

At least in his heart, Taibai poetry must not be without wine. Seven points of talent and three points of wine!

With a snap, he threw away the bottle in his hand.

He unbuttoned his heavy shirt, exhaled, and groaned in a loud voice:

"Mulan's sand and tangtang boat, jade flute and gold pipe sit at two ends.

The wine is placed in the middle, and the prostitutes go and stay with the waves. ”

At the same time, he waved his brush and began to transcribe the dragon and snake.

His words are like drunk, just like his slightly drunk appearance, and he is also crazy without edges.

A stroke, like a long knife, is full of the pride of the rivers and lakes.

A hook, like a Wu hook, is full of murderous aura in the army

A modern person actually writes such a good hand!

Everyone present couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Le Zhishan was very pleased, and he felt that there were successors. As for Fan Jun, he smiled happily.

Meng Shusheng couldn't help but feel a little unnatural when he saw Qian Hao's good words, and saw how many onlookers applauded in low voices. If he could, he would have left.

To be able to write such a good hand, his skills should not be low.

Thinking so, he saw that the first four lines of the poem were full of ancient meaning, and he couldn't help but panic.

But at this time, Huang Jiying suddenly snorted, and sneered in a loud voice: "It's so ancient, but where is Shatangzhou, and where is the jade tube beauty?" Sneering, blindly making some beautiful words, I really don't know what to say. Poetry is true, words are affectionate, not a pile of words. ”

As soon as Huang Jiying's argument came out, he immediately won a lot of people who seconded it, and what he said was true.

And Qian Hao's four sentences seem to be some empty images. In other words, there are no poems on the viewing platform.

The ancients didn't pretend to write poems, and many things had something to say. For example, "Yang Liu'an, Xiaofeng Wanyue", it is well written because of the author's personal experience.

However, everyone whispered second, and the corners of Huang Jiying's mouth hooked a smile, and Xu Zixiu also sneered: "Sha Tangzhou, Yuguan beauty, you ask the manager, is there any such thing in this place?"

The manager was stunned.

However, in the next second, he had a flash of inspiration and exclaimed: "Jade tube beauty Sha Tangzhou, isn't this a famous dish in our restaurant?"

"Damn, really, look."

"Amazing, the name of the dish is not this, but the dish is like this, it is so beautiful to describe!"

As soon as the manager called this, the locals all started to talk about it, and some even brought out the dish.

Sure enough, the description is beautiful and apt.

In fact, this poem was not intended to be like this, but Li Bai wrote about the scene of himself boating on the Han River.

None of that matters.

Because, Qian Hao couldn't hear the discussion of others at all, just chanting and waving his pen wholeheartedly.

"The immortals are waiting to take the yellow crane, and the seafarers have no intention of following the white gulls.

Qu Ping's words are endowed with the sun and the moon, and the king of Chu is empty on the hills. ”

So, after the onlookers were talking, they saw four more lines of poetry appear on the wall. This time, no one talked about it, they were all amazed, and they read the poem below with their eyes wide open.

It's just that there is a person from Jiangxia, who saw these four lines of poetry, and couldn't help but admire:

"Poetry is expensive in association, and this handsome man really knows it. That dish is from our Jiangxia, and this handsome man not only writes the dish, but also uses the second layer of poems to transform the previous poems into a rafting trip.

Awesome, awesome! ”

"What's more, if you look at its meaning, Qu Ping King Chu, the poet's reputation remains, and the palace of King Chu is decaying, which is really a pen that integrates history."

So far, this poem has conquered most of the people. Even that Meng Shusheng stopped making a sound, obviously ashamed of himself.

This is also normal, Taibai's poems were invincible at that time, let alone now?

However, that Huang Jiying still looked unruly and refused to show a trace of stage fright.

But in the next second, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

In fact, it was not only him, but everyone else too, couldn't help but open their eyes wide and stare at the inscription wall.

Without him, it was only because Qian Hao inscribed the last four lines of the poem.

"Happily put pen to shake the five mountains, the poem is laughing at the arrogant Cangzhou.

If fame and wealth are long, the Han River should also flow northwest. ”

Crazy, crazy!

The pen shook the five mountains, and the poem became Lingcangzhou.

God, who would dare to say such a thing?

At this moment, they were all suppressed.

Meng Shusheng is like this, and so is Huang Jiying.

However, Huang Ji's eagle mouth was stiff, and he still didn't admit it, arguing in a low voice: "It's ridiculously tight to write a few poems, but it's so rampant."

Some people can't get used to it.

The locals, seeing Qian Hao put down his pen, couldn't help but say loudly:

"Don't worry about the road ahead without knowing yourself, no one in the world knows you.

An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, making people unhappy.

The ancients have not been seen before, and the comers have not been seen after; Thinking of the world and the world, I was alone and wept......

The pen falls and shakes the five mountains, the poem becomes Lingcangzhou, and the poem of Mr. Xiaoqian deserves this sentence! ”

Outsiders were shocked, these poems are so classic, could they all be written by the young man in front of them?

Huang Jiying's face was dejected, he didn't stop for a moment, turned around and ran downstairs. Meng Shusheng felt even more embarrassed, but he was still sensible, and said a few words of shame and the like, and then chased Huang Jiying's back.

Others, still talking in shock.

ps: The three days at the end of the month are too busy, and I can only change one shift a day, I'm really sorry? ﹏? (To be continued.) )