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"Is this the "Smiling Proud Jianghu" composed by the Zhuang family back then?"

An elderly scribe with a clear face exclaimed: "More than 20 years ago, everyone in Zhuang wrote poems on the snowy night on the river, and the name moved the world, that night, the Qingshui Fairy played this song on the building boat, "Smiling Proud Jianghu", everyone heard that it was thrilling, unparalleled in the world, but unfortunately after that night, everyone in Zhuang disappeared, and Qingshui Fairy did not play this song "Smiling Proud Jianghu" again."

"Since then, although there is a music score that has been widely circulated, no one has ever been able to understand the true meaning of it, when everyone in Zhuang was drunk, poured ink and drank wine, a hundred poems, a song of Qingshui Fairy Fuqin in the snow, shocked the world and other grand events, it is a great pity that we are not qualified to participate in it, and now Qingshui Fairy has passed away, I thought that "Smiling Proud Jianghu" has become a swan song, but I didn't expect Miss Qingmei to be able to play this song, I am really feasting my ears today."

Everyone present nodded again and again, saying, "Smiling Proud Jianghu" alone, today is a worthwhile trip

Lin Feng's gaze fell on the Feng Ling pendant, looking at Zhuang Laoxin, whose eyes were slightly closed, and said, This "Smiling Proud Jianghu" turned out to be composed by the master, and it seems that the master really has a lot of inventory

I haven't been missing for more than 20 years, and I can still be remembered by so many people, and Master is indeed powerful enough

But...... More than 20 years ago, it must have been when Master's body was destroyed

According to Zhuang Lao's request, now that the Feng Spirit Pendant has been sealed by Lin Feng, Lin Feng can see Zhuang Lao Zhuang in the Feng Spirit Pendant, but Zhuang Lao can't feel the outside world, so Zhuang Lao doesn't know where he is now, but he is sleeping in the Feng Spirit Pendant space

"Miss Qingmei, this song "Smiling Proud Jianghu" is indeed moving, the first time I heard it, it was exciting, and I wanted to fight, and then I seemed to be successful and famous, and I wanted to go boating on the lake and sea, and I used this song as the tone of the poetry meeting, but I am afraid that it will be a little difficult," Fang Ruoxu raised his voice and said, "If you are not a person who really has a splendid article in her belly, you can't make a suitable poem, and those people who are indiscriminate and full of money are afraid that they will be embarrassed," After speaking, he looked at the direction where Lin Feng was, hehe sneered

Lin Feng smiled indifferently and didn't care, but the long-legged girl and the green-clothed girl glared at Fang Ruoxu in unison

The rest of the scribes were extremely indifferent on their faces, and they didn't react much to Fang Ruoxu's words, the so-called poetry club was where the scribes compared each other, and those who didn't have real talent and real learning would naturally be embarrassed

Yan glanced at Fang Ruoxu lightly and smiled shallowly: "Does Mr. Fang really think it's difficult?"

"Naturally, it's not difficult for me, but I'm afraid it's a little difficult for some people," Fang Ruoxu was slightly stunned and hurriedly said

"Since Mr. Fang doesn't think it's difficult, today's poetry meeting will start with Mr. Fang," Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly

"Ahh

Fang Ruoxu's face changed slightly, and when he looked at it again, everyone's eyes had already fallen on him, and Lu was shocked into the wine glass, and a sneer appeared on his face

"Fortunately, it will be ugly," Fang Ruoxu gritted his teeth, frowned, and began to search his intestines and scrape his stomach, and while the scribes looked at him, they also quickly began to think in their hearts

Yan smiled indifferently and stroked the Yaoqin, the sound of the piano was relaxed and cheerful, and it was pleasant, but when Fang Ruoxu heard it, the sound of the piano was like a drumbeat that was urgent, which was boring

"Desolate atmosphere...... Desolate and atmospheric, ......" Fang Ruoxu twisted his brows, with a painful look on his face, and after a few breaths, he gritted his teeth vigorously and said loudly, "I have it."

Yan smiled lightly and nodded, stopped stroking the qin, and everyone's eyes fell on Fang Ruoxu

Fang Ruoxu stood up and chanted loudly: "The big river flows out of Xiaoshan Mountain, and between the vast sea of clouds, it flows eastward for millions of miles into the sea."

After chanting, Fang Ruoxu sat down proudly, and the bank of the clear stream became extremely quiet for a while

"Miss Qingmei, how about my song," Fang Ruoxu looked at Yan and said proudly

"Not bad," Yan Qingmei smiled lightly and said, "It seems that Mr. Fang, like Qingmei, admires everyone Zhuang very much, and is quite familiar with everyone's masterpieces."

"Hahaha" The scribes around laughed, and Lu Jingyun said with a sneering face: "Senior Brother Fang, it's not good for you to imitate someone, but you want to imitate Zhuang's works, and it's so obvious that you think everyone is a fool?"

Fang Ruoxu's face froze, his face was red, and he couldn't speak

Lin Feng couldn't help laughing, now he naturally knew that the master's masterpieces were passed down, and the so-called masterpieces were clearly imitated from one of the master's poems

The first four lines of Master's long poem are: The bright moon rises in the vast Tianshan Mountains, the long wind blows tens of thousands of miles between the vast sea of clouds, and everyone in Xiaozhou knows that everyone in Xiaozhou imitates the poems of Zhuang at the poetry meeting, which is really humiliating

It seems that this guy really doesn't have any real talent and learning, but thinks very highly of himself, but he turns out to be disgraced

"Although Mr. Fang's poem has traces of axe chisel, it is also appropriate, and this time it will be considered to be passed," Yan Qingmei smiled lightly, relieved Fang Ruoxu, and said: "Today's poetry meeting is because Qingmei watched the river into the sea a few days ago, and made a few small poems that are not satisfactory compared with the masterpieces of Zhuang's family, so I held a poetry meeting here in the hope of getting a hand-me-down."

Saying that, Yan Qingmei took out a wooden wine glass, poured it full of wine, put it in the Qingxi in front of him, and said with a light smile: "Today's poetry meeting is held by Qingmei, and the rules will be determined by Qingmei, who will stop this wine glass, and whoever will compose a poem, which will be commented by all of us, if you can't make it or the poem you do is too inappropriate, you have to drink this glass, what do you gentlemen?"

Everyone nodded and said, this method is very good, but Fang Ruoxu said loudly: "This wine is poured by Miss Qingmei's own hands, if it arrives here, it will not be used as a poem, and I will drink this cup directly, haha"

All the celebrities and scholars looked sideways, and their hearts were extremely different, Lin Feng looked at Fang Ruoxu's elated appearance, and he also shook his head in his heart, such a guy didn't know how to cultivate to a sixth-level martial artist

Yan Qing's eyebrows were slightly raised, and then he returned to his indifferent color, and with a slight wave of his jade hand, the wine glass slowly fluttered in the clear stream

In the clear stream, the water flows very slowly, about a few feet wider, and is slightly wider before each person's case, just forming a completely still cob, and the wine glasses go down the water, and may stop in front of anyone

At this point, the poetry meeting really began

Lin Feng saw that the poetry club was such a rule, and he knew that he might have a chance to speak, where would he write any poems, but fortunately, there were also a lot of poems in his memory, which seemed to be quite good, some of which were the famous works of the Zhuang family that were widely circulated on the Xuanwu Continent, and the other was stuffed into his mind by the master, but there was no record in the famous works of the Zhuang family

Lin Feng didn't know if these poems had been circulated on the Xuanwu Continent, but he didn't care, if it was his turn, it would be a big shame to use them directly, with his mind, he didn't care about such a thing at all

The wine glass slowly floated under the gaze of everyone, and stopped in front of the third celebrity, that celebrity was the old man who was the first to speak today, and there was also a record of this person in the classics, Lin Feng knew that this person's name was Wuyuan Sanren

Wuyuan Sanren smiled and stood up and said: "The old man recites an old work, although it is an old work, it has never appeared in the world, and I ask you to correct it."

After speaking, Wuyuan Sanren stroked his beard lightly and chanted aloud: "Wuyuan spring used to come late, and the weeping poplars did not hang silk in February, and now the ice on the riverside is when the flowers of Xiaoshan fall."

After chanting, Wuyuan Sanren slowly sat down and smiled silently

"No, no," all the scribes were muttering, but Fang Ruoxu stood up and shouted loudly

"How can it not be done" Wuyuan Sanren snorted coldly

"Miss Qingmei's song "Smiling Proud Jianghu" has set the tone for today's poetry meeting, and when you do poetry, you should take the desolate atmosphere as the style, your poem is really inexplicable, and it is not appropriate," Fang Ruoxu said loudly

"I think it's good," Yan Qingmei's voice rang out

Fang Ruoxu was slightly stunned and looked at Yan Qingmei

Yan smiled indifferently and looked around at everyone: "What do you think?"

Lu Jingyun stood up and said loudly: "This poem is not only appropriate, but also a rare masterpiece, and this poem will be passed on to future generations today."

"Nonsense," Fang Ruoxu pursed his lips and said, "Lu Jingyun, what kind of knowledge do you have as a yellow-mouthed child?"

Lu Jingyun snorted coldly and continued: "Wuyuan, near the East Desert Islands, the climate is bitter and cold, and it has been repeatedly invaded by the East Desert Islands, the people's livelihood is withered, Xiaoshan is not only the birthplace of the great river, but also the most prosperous area in Xiaozhou, although this poem seems to be plain, but it has its own sense of compassion, Xiaoshan has been full of flowers, Wuyuan is only the ice on the riverside, these two sentences are so desolate, what an atmosphere, how can it be said that it is not appropriate."

All the scribes nodded, and Lu Jingyun glanced at Fang Ruoxu proudly, and sat down slowly

Yan Qingmei glanced at Lu Jingyun with a little surprise, nodded with a light smile: "Mr. Lu is right, there are scattered people, this poem is a success today, the scattered people have been successful for more than 100 years, they have made great contributions to resist the barbarians of the Eastern Wilderness Islands in Wuyuan, not only the famous people of Xiaozhou, but also the benevolent and righteous people who cherish the people, Mr. Poetry, naturally, but this glass of wine, please drink this glass of wine, it can be regarded as Mr. Qingmei."

"Okay, good," Wuyuan Sanren's face trembled slightly, picked up the wine glass from the clear stream, and said angrily: "The old man's wish in his life is to kill all the barbarians of the Eastern Wilderness Islands and return the people of Wuyuan to peace and tranquility, but they are powerless, and there is no Xiaozhou colleagues to help, what can I do."

Looking at Yan Qingmei, Wuyuan Sanren said gratefully: "Miss Qingmei is not only amazingly talented, but also has a benevolent heart, admiring the Qingshui Fairy, she has passed away, Miss Qingmei is the first talented woman in Xiaozhou, and the old man has the courage to call Miss Qingmei the Qingmei Fairy from now on, this glass of wine, I have thanked the fairy for the Wuyuan billions of people."

After speaking, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup

"I wish I could get the help of my colleagues in Xiaozhou to wipe out the barbarians of the Eastern Wilderness Islands, and my wish is enough," Wuyuan Sanren put the wine glass into the water, and there were tears in his eyes

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