Lanting Yaji is a grand event in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is also a shortcut to the famous Jiangnan of the Sao people.

How many people have been holding back for a whole season, just to show their faces here, so Bu An's sentence "I don't want to write today" is really too contrasting, so that no matter how it sounds, it looks like a pretext to support face.

Not only the people in Taihu Academy, but also the entire stream, except for these people who are closest to Bu'an, the rest all laughed and talked about it for a while.

"I don't want to write, I'm not inspired, it's really funny. ”

"This arrogant child, I'm afraid it's a waste of fame. ”

"I was lucky enough to get a new word, but I didn't take the Jiangnan Shi clan in my eyes?"

......

Lu Feiyang was boasting about Haikou just now, and he couldn't help but be stunned at this time, his face was flushed, but he was helpless.

Although the song "Don't Hear Through the Sound of Lin Hitting the Leaves" is shocking enough, Bu An has only exposed this hand after all, and it is not impossible that there will be no masterpieces from now on.

At this time, Deng Xiaoxian was always the first to hold back.

He got up and shouted as if scolding the street: "Luckily you old ......" He swallowed the word "mother" and swallowed his saliva: "Bu An just wrote a new poem a few days ago! I'll read it to you! Ten years of life and death...... Two Boundless ...... What the hell is next?!"

When everyone saw that he looked like a scoundrel, they didn't take him seriously, and they laughed even more when they heard this, but the laughter then stopped abruptly.

Because Deng Xiaoxian couldn't carry it, Hui Yuan picked it up.

“...... Don't think about it, it's unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, where is the desolation...... It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

The monk read a lot of books and had a good memory, so he memorized them all in one go.

There are no laypeople on the Lanting Yaji (the most vulgar is Deng Xiaoxian, the second step arrangement), and the merits of the poems can still be understood, but as soon as this "Jiangchengzi" came out, after all, there was no aura movement, and some people said recklessly: "I'm afraid where I copied it." ”

Bu An smiled: "You're right, it was copied, and the "Fixing the Storm" was also copied, copied from Su Dongpo's words. Then spread his hands, as if to say, I will copy it, you will beat me?

Tianmu Academy all laughed, obviously knowing the allusion of Dongpo land for Dongpo words, and regarded Bu'an's big truth as sarcasm.

At this time, Lou Xinyue, who had been kneeling behind Tu Yao, also stood up, and said after a slight hesitation: "Senior Brother Bu also made a "Partridge Heaven" a month ago, and the colorful sleeves diligently held the jade bell, but he was drunk and blushing back then, dancing low in the heart of the willow building, and singing the ......peach blossom fan."

When she said the word "Lou Xinyue", her face flushed slightly, probably remembering the scene that night.

The two new words before and after were pronounced by Hui Yuan and Lou Xinyue respectively, and the voices of doubt were completely knocked down.

Qingshan heard someone talking beside him, "This female gentleman is a disciple of Tianmu Tu Yao, and her name is Lou Xinyue, it seems that this word is a bit of a mouthful", his brows furrowed slightly, thinking that although Bu Gongzi is talented, he is really an amorous species, and he would write such poems to his senior sister...... It's a really well-written word.

She suddenly remembered that Shadow Bo had said that he was a hypocrite. This judgment is a little hasty, but I still don't owe him a favor, lest he use it to threaten him in the future.

So as soon as Lou Xinyue's voice fell, Qingshan continued: "A few days ago, Bu Gongzi also taught me a new song, and I will also play it for you, so that everyone can know that Bu Gongzi is not in vain." ”

She had just reached for the strings when she heard a snap.

"Don't play!"

Immediately retracted his hand again.

Lanting Qu water up and down, everyone was stunned.

In three steps, he became a poet and practiced the way, and he was not only good at poetry, but also could compose music? Even Mr. Haruyama, who was famous in the south of the Yangtze River, learned tunes from him! Moreover, as soon as he stopped drinking, Mr. Haruyama really did not dare to move.

There is a reason why Qingshan did not move, because that night Bu An sang the song "Moon Splash Galaxy", and when he left, he said that this song could not be played in front of others, Qing Shan was uneasy just now, and forgot this agreement for a while, or maybe she felt that Bu Gongzi was in front of her anyway, and this situation was not considered to be played to others.

After she retracted her hand, she looked at Bu An apologetically, only to see that Bu An also looked at her apologetically, but shook her head very resolutely.

After all, the three steps into poetry and walking are famous, and the two new words are still reasonable, and Mr. Haruma's words and a slight movement shocked others too strongly.

"Master, Bu'an still has a talent for music and rhythm, why don't you see it?" Song Qing asked without being big or small.

Tu Yao shook his head helplessly and replied: "Didn't you say it, saying that he has a poetic talent is also a mistake, where did I know in the first place." ”

"If Senior Brother Bu teaches Senior Sister Lou calligraphy one day, I'm afraid I won't be surprised. Fang Fei'er sighed softly.

Lou Xinyue thought of everything Bu'an had done for deviance, glanced at Bu'an, shook her head and sighed: "It's really hard for Senior Brother Bu......"

Contrary to the reactions of several of them, Deng Xiaoxian leaned into Bu'an's ear and said, "You still have this ability, no wonder you can trick Qingshan ......"

"What is it that doesn't deceive, are we sympathetic to each other?" Bu An didn't know that Qingshan had labeled him as an "amorous species".

On the other side of the stream, the people of Taihu Academy were really hit too hard, and they didn't have the face to stay, and they were afraid that they would see some moths after staying for a long time, so they got up and retreated. As soon as they retreated, the rest of the people, especially those who had just "fallen into the well", were embarrassed to sit down again.

Deng Xiaoxian watched the crowd retreat with a hippie smile, and finally couldn't help but lower his voice and scolded: "These poor ......"

Bu An looked back and smiled: "You're not afraid that they will turn around and beat you?"

Deng Xiaoxian subconsciously shrank his head and didn't pick up any more.

The celebrities who participated in the Qushui Liuzhen were almost scattered, and the crowd on the periphery also moved.

Qingshan also wanted to follow the crowd away, but suddenly remembered the sentence "Let's go back together later", and hesitated for a moment but still didn't move.

Bu An rubbed his sore thighs and stood up, but saw Tu Yao and the others still sitting upright.

"Master, Senior Sister Lou, Senior Sister Fang, Song Qing, are you going back to the academy directly, or are you passing by Yuezhou City?" he asked casually.

"Everyone has gone away, and there is no inspiration yet?" Tu Yao asked with a smile.

She knew why she didn't want to recite poetry...... This is too smart, isn't it?Bu An was slightly stunned, scratched his head and said, "Then wait for them to go farther." As he spoke, he beckoned to the lonely Qingshan in the distance.

At this time, it was nearly dusk, and a rally belonging to the entire Jiangnan that seemed to be anticlimactic because of Bu'an was ending.

In the fiery sunset, Qingshan walked with the piano in his arms.

Bu'an bent down to pick up a sunken wine glass from the stream, washed it in the water, scooped a glass of stream water, and drank it all.

"Which one are you going to copy today?" he laughed, and the crowd smiled at him.

"Copy carefully! There are only a few of us left here!" Song Qing admonished.

The crystal clear stream in front of you is still babbling into the pond with abundant aquatic plants in the distance......

Bu An put the cup into the stream again, and said softly: "As soon as the half-acre square pond is opened, the sky and clouds and shadows wander together......

There was almost no change in the aura around him, and Tu Yao and the others were still looking at him with a smile, as if they were full of confidence in him.

Bu An is not so confident.

Isn't this poem interesting? But it's so widely circulated?

He smashed his mouth, and then said: "Ask the canal to be as clear as it is, for there is a source of living water." ”

The sound of "boom" like thunder came from the upper reaches of the Lanting Qushui, and in the following moment, the mist driven by the aura rushed down the Lanting stream like a churning river.

The few people sitting cross-legged next to him were engulfed in the fog in an instant. Haruyama stood still holding the piano, the clouds and mist passing through her fluttering hair like ribbons, and her face full of astonishment gradually faded.

The crowd in the distance stood still and looked back at the incredible scene.

"Are you going back?" someone asked.

"it! Don't you think you have lost enough face?!" someone replied.