Everyone applauded.

This sentence is really good, Baiyan, refers to the white boulder outside Baiyan Pass on the northwest border.

A student from a poor family background even clapped his hands and shouted: "Brother Yang's opening sentence, it is really a clear sky and thunder, the spirit is very big, the colors of white rock and yellow sand are staggered, so that a stunning scenery jumps in front of you, only this sentence is enough to get a glimpse of Brother Yang's pride in the world, wonderful, wonderful!" ”

The students seemed to have long been familiar with this sycophant kung fu, and they didn't react much.

Fu Xiang's face was expressionless.

The old priest stroked his beard and his head, this sentence was not bad, quite gratifying, and even a little funny.

He knew this disciple no better.

This thing must have written such a poem a long time ago, deliberately acting it, making people think that he wrote it now.

I don't dislike it.

A gentleman has to be a good one, and this is the way of doing things.

Can't read dead books, dead books.

So compared to Fu Xiang, I actually appreciate Yang Xun a little more.

Fu Xiang can be the official of the prosperous world.

Yang Xun can be prosperous and troubled.

Qi Pingchuan's eyes darkened, this sentence can be, but it hasn't reached the point where he is amazed, he is deeply impressed by that sycophant student, he is quite sensible.

Yang Xun is good at patting the beard, and his life as a poor student is much better.

Yang Xun felt greatly.

After pacing back and forth, walking, looking at the sky, bowing his head and pondering, the second sentence that was familiar in his chest came out: Wild horses knock on the smoke.

There was another round of applause.

Fu Xiang was slightly moved, and he also had a little more admiration for this classmate in his heart.

The old teacher laughed and was silent, and was happy.

This kid is hiding deep enough.

The student clapped his hands again and shouted: "Brother Yang's last sentence is really magnificent and hearty, I really never thought that one sentence is full of the wolf ambition of the northern wilderness, and the iron hooves ruthlessly trample on the great rivers and mountains, which makes people regret the breaking of the beautiful scenery of Baiyan and yellow sand, it is really a thousand words, admiration, admiration!" ”

The crowd remained silent.

This product doesn't shoot Yang Xun's sycophants a few times a day, but everyone is not used to it.

But others are really worth it.

Want to buy a book?

Pull Yang Xun to take a trip to the study in the city, he also has what Yang Xun has, and even he has what Yang Xun doesn't have, as for the usual drinking and visiting the Qinglou, when did Yang Xun not call him?

Qi Pingchuan sighed.

Ouch is good, even double bet, amazing my little brother.

This product is really OK, a bit of a standard.

Yang Xun became more and more proud, and there was a faint sense of shining that he was in the limelight, and today everyone and I, Yang Xun, are destined to be the most shining person in this Shuangyang City.

After pacing back and forth, walking, looking at the sky, bowing his head and pondering, he read the third sentence: Once the wine is dusk.

This time no one applauded.

Lifting and closing.

This third sentence starts with a turn, the first two sentences are foreshadowed, and the key lies in the fourth sentence.

Can it be closed.

The grasp of momentum and the manifestation of artistic conception are all in this sentence.

The entire county school, including the old teacher and Fu Xiang, held their breath, and the two of them had faintly realized that if Yang Xun's last sentence was closed, this poem would really amaze Shuangyang.

Qi Pingchuan didn't feel much, he really saw a lot of good poems.

Although Yang Xun has a straightforward personality, he is not stupid, how could he not know that this atmosphere is created, the first three sentences have been paved very well, and the next sentence must be completed in one go, so that he can show his talent.

Without the slightest pause, he blurted out the last sentence: Han Feng swept the green mountains at nine feet.

White rock, yellow sand, Zhanqiu Pass, barren horses knock on the smoke.

Once the wine was dusk, the cold front swept the green hills.

The students were silent.

Castle peak...... A metaphor for a hundred miles of green mountains, what a big breath!

The old teacher was stunned at first, and then the old tears flowed, I, Xu Siqing, were in Shuangyang City, and I finally taught a talented disciple!

I am very relieved!

This poem is excellent, and this son is also excellent.

Fu Xiang smiled.

For the first time, he felt that Yang Xun, a rich kid, was worth drinking three cups with him.

So he took the lead in applauding.

Only then did the students react, the sycophant student was a little ink after all, and he didn't know what words to use to pat the sycophant at the moment, but he just applauded wildly.

Yang Xun is extraordinarily proud, and she is like a fairy.

That's how it feels.

It's this feeling of looking down on all beings and crushing everything, it's really a physical and mental harmony, and it's wonderful.

It's so cool!

Haha laughed and looked at Qi Pingchuan.

Thinking that this county lieutenant should have a blue face, if he is smarter, he should quickly find a step down.

However, he saw that Qi Pingchuan had a calm face.

Everyone looked over with Yang Xun's gaze, and like Yang Xun, after seeing the calm Qi Pingchuan, they were all angry, and at this point, you are still pretending to be calm and not admit defeat.

It's going to be ugly later.

Only then did the old priest suddenly wake up to business, and sighed in his heart, the calf was finished.

Yang Xun came out with such a good poem, can Fu Xiang show weakness?

I'm afraid our son is really going to be deflated today.

Qi Pingchuan was calm and relaxed, and said to Fu Xiang: "I have already listened to Yang Xun's poems, you can say your words first, and I will do it together later, so as to save trouble." ”

I'll just watch you pretend to be forced first.

The students were even more furious.

One by one, they all gritted their teeth, I really don't know what kind of confidence this county lieutenant has so much confidence, the key is that he is still calm, and he looks like he can't win anything when he sees you jumping.

It's getting more and more annoying to watch.

Fu Xiang has been silent for a long time, he has a calm personality, and naturally he will not pretend to be sullen like Yang Xun.

Soon I recited a poem in one go.

The artistic conception is magnificent, and the rhetoric is gorgeous.

It's a masterpiece!

The old teacher is full of gratification, this county has really lived up to his hard work.

The students also applauded.

Although everyone doesn't like Fu Xiang's arrogance on weekdays, they are all the same enemies at the moment.

Qi Pingchuan also had some feelings.

I really didn't expect that there was still a dragon and a crouching tiger hidden in the county school of Shuangyang City, Yang Xun's poems and Fu Xiang's words are really good, even if they are placed in the Tang and Song dynasties, there is also the style of masterpieces.

Pity......

I met me, Qi Aotian.

I don't want to suppress you today, I really went to Xu Qiusheng another day, I don't want to lose talent.

Kill!

Qi Pingchuan smiled, "It's my turn?" ”

Yang Xun and Fu Xiang are scholars after all, and there should still be etiquette, and the two of them made gestures at the same time: "Lieutenant Qi, please." ”

Qi Pingchuan nodded.

"I'll first come to Yang Xun's poems, and I'm ugly."

The students were coaxed, bustling and saying that the county lieutenant of Qi should go back, don't be embarrassed here, it is not ashamed to lose to our county school, and said that if the county lieutenant of Qi is really not good, you can also copy a few more boudoir words of the little lady to make up the number, men are not men or anything put aside first, we will not laugh at you......

Qi Pingchuan was a little speechless, the tiger was not powerful, when I was a sick cat?

I'm afraid your face is too swollen.

It's time to put on a show of real technology.

said slowly: "My poem is called ...... "Liangzhou Ci". ”

Thanks to the author Jun for copying some history.

In the north of the world, there is really a border state city called Liangzhou, which happens to be used, and there is no need to change the name of the poem.

Without thinking, blurted out the well-known side poem.

Grape wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa immediately urge.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times.