This is Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci".

This poem is very popular.

However, Wang Han is a bleaker person, far less than Wang Changling, a poet of the Biansai period.

Compared with Wang Changling's "Out of the Stopper", from Qi Pingchuan's personal point of view, this "Liangzhou Ci" is still a grade and a half worse, after all, a sentence of Qin, Mingyue and Han has reached the extreme.

What's more, the last three sentences are all pearls.

However, "Out of the Stopper" does not meet the rules given by Yang Xun.

Let alone......

To deal with a Yang Xun, I need to take out "Out of the Stopper"?

Slaughter chickens with cattle-killing knives.

"Liangzhou Ci" is enough.

The old teacher is closest to Qi Pingchuan, and he really has some expectations in his heart, so he listens to it most sincerely.

Then he froze.

He looked at Childe's back with his lips open, and couldn't say a word.

No one noticed that the slow gentleman's hand was trembling slightly.

After listening to Yang Xun's poems and Fu Xiang's words, many county students were already immersed in the excitement brought by Yang Xun and Fu Xiang's poems, wandering in the pleasure that Qi Pingchuan would be completely exploded, but they also listened to Qi Pingchuan's voice, but they could turn around for a while.

Still laughing.

The sycophant student laughed very happily, and said silently: "What shit grape wine glow-in-the-dark cup, what want to drink pipa immediately urge, isn't this vernacular literature, but also poetry, bullshit poetry, what do you say drunk lying on the battlefield Jun Mo laughing, and what is the ancient war A few people back, the war was like this, this is not the bullshit that everyone knows, this is barely a poem, what artistic conception to talk about...... Miscellaneous...... ......"

As he spoke, the sycophant student was speechless.

He froze.

His mind was finally clear, and the verses were finally connected unhindered.

He had his mouth open.

His eyes began to widen.

His heart began to beat faster.

His breathing began to rapid.

His hands began to tremble.

A flush gradually welled up on his face.

Yang Xun was also smiling proudly, but he smiled and smiled, the smile froze on his face, and a layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, and he looked at Qi Pingchuan in a daze.

In my ears, there was the laughter of many classmates who had not yet reacted.

The sycophant student's words drilled into his ears word by word, he never felt that these words were so ironic, he felt that these words were not said to Qi Pingchuan, but to himself.

Word by word, it drilled into the heart, like a needle prick.

Pierced it all over again.

Yang Xun felt that her face was very painful, not hot, but painful, which made people feel embarrassed and invincible.

He was already fluttering, but at this moment, he suddenly fell from the clouds, and the heart-wrenching feeling of weightlessness made him feel that he was not a child anywhere.

His face was already the color of pork liver.

But he couldn't say a word.

After all, Fu Xiang is the most stable person in the full hall, except for the old teachings, he listens the most clearly.

Then he lamented inwardly.

In his heart, he has always felt that if the literary world is a mountain, then even if he Fu Xiang is not the person standing on the top of the mountain, he should be a handsome man standing halfway up the mountain.

However, in this moment, he knew that he was wrong.

Not only was he not at the top of the mountain.

It's not halfway up the mountain.

Because at this moment, he saw a high mountain, a high mountain that towered above the clouds.

So near and yet so far.

It's not that readers never know what kind of talent a person needs to write such an amazing poem in such a short period of time, and how many years of immersion in the sea of words.

At this moment, he believed.

Qi Pingchuan Qi County Lieutenant, is really the human scholar who hears the Tao and enters the clouds!

Its height is much higher than that of Xu Qiusheng.

Fu Xiang felt sarcastic.

But he still had a hint of luck, maybe Qi Pingchuan came prepared today.

If he can write a poem to overwhelm himself in such a quick time, it will be truly convincing.

Fu Xiang did not move like a mountain, waiting quietly.

But he also knew how naïve he was to be lucky, because this poem was written under the rules set by Yang Xun, and Qi Pingchuan could not prepare in advance.

Unless he is not a prophet.

Yet his heart sank inexorably deeper, for he found the trembling hands of the old priest.

That's because he's excited.

The poems that can make the slow gentleman and the old teachings so out of shape can be imagined!

As the sycophant students were silenced, the laughter stopped one by one, and gradually stopped and became silent.

At last there was silence.

Needle drops can be heard.

Most of them looked at each other and asked each other with puzzled eyes if they had heard each other wrong.

After receiving a definite answer, everyone's face was dead.

Dead.

Words can't describe the dead silence.

and the embarrassment and unbearableness that was so thick that people couldn't breathe, everyone, including the old teacher, felt that their faces were slapped hard by this soft county lieutenant.

It hurts, it hurts.

Qi Pingchuan looked at this scene, there was no wave in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

Of course, cool is definitely cool.

And he was so cool that he was fluttering, and he almost wanted to look up to the sky and roar, saying the heroic words that the sky did not give birth to me.

Steady.

Qi Pingchuan pinched his palms fiercely, trying his best to keep himself calm.

You have to have the demeanor of everyone.

The one in history who was a hippie smiley?

If you don't say you are meticulous, you must at least create a glorious image of an immortal, so that you can give full play to the power of idols and create your own team of advisors in the world.

They have to be given the final blow.

Completely defeated, and then let them know that following Xu Qiusheng has no future, and only by following me Qi Aotian will he really realize his own golden house in the book Yan Ruyu in the book.

Qi Pingchuan glanced at the people who were mourning, and finally his gaze fell on Fu Xiang, "This is your word." ”

After a pause, "That's the word, huh...... Just write "Breaking the Array", let me think about it for a moment or two. ”

The blow is to be hit, and it is a vertical all-round strike.

It's not good to be too demonic, otherwise you will blow this county to the ground, and if you really sink into a slump, you will lose more than you gain, young people, you have to allow them to make mistakes.

After today's event, I will find another opportunity to encourage them, let them see hope, and then become my own supporters?

paced back and forth on the podium for half a quarter of an hour, seemingly thinking about it, but in fact thinking about whether to go to Xiao Lori to tease around, or to continue to work hard to retain Pei Yu.

I can do what I want for fish, and I can do what I want for bear's paws.

Many students and old teachers watched him walk back and forth with apprehension, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

Estimating that the time was up, Qi Pingchuan stopped and read it aloud.

It's all in one go.

Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dreaming back to blow the horn company camp.

Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the battlefield was an autumn soldier.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.

But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death, poor white happened!

After reading this poem, Qi Pingchuan deliberately didn't look at everyone, turned around, put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky at forty-five degrees, his long robe fluttered, and slowly walked outside the school.

After going out, this guy couldn't help the coquettishness in his heart, and said again, inadvertently making up for the shrimp and pig heart.

"Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a pennyman!"

The end of the force is extremely high.

In an instant, the supreme glorious image of a great Confucian in the literary world shone brightly in front of everyone's eyes, as if the sun was hanging in the air, stabbing everyone from opening their eyes.

Brush off your clothes and go away, and hide your merit and fame!