Chapter 42 Tangchuan Poetry Club (7) Ling Xiao Gongzi

As soon as Cao Ying sat next to Wang Yu, Wang Yu felt that the whole person was not good, and felt that this was a collision between the traverser and the son of the plane.

Wang Yu even felt that acid water was gushing out of the cracks of his bones.

In his previous life, Wang Yu also used heavy weapons, and an eighteen-kilogram titanium combat knife could smash and bend a two-handed greatsword of no more than three kilograms of Templars, and it could smash a two-handed battle axe of the Vikings.

However, compared to Cao Ying's eight-edged purple gold hammer, it was too light.

Judging from the vibration caused by Cao Ying's hammer on the floor just now, the two eight-sided purple gold hammers were solid, and each weighed at least a hundred kilograms.

What is this concept?

An excellent Chinese special forces strength assessment requires that when a comrade-in-arms is wounded, he can carry a fully armed comrade-in-arms and escape from the encirclement.

And the weight of a wounded special soldier, plus a marching backpack, food, drinking water, guns, ammunition, and light body armor, is only about 100 kilograms.

Those who can run out with their comrades-in-arms are considered excellent, and those who can abandon their comrades' equipment and only run out with their comrades-in-arms themselves are considered to be passing, and as for those who can't even move their comrades, the instructor will not evaluate them.

Think of a modern special soldier who is tired and panting, and he has to pay attention to the scientific posture to carry the weight of Cao Ying's eight-edged purple gold hammer.

And Cao Ying actually took two hammers and threw them up and down to play at will, and the gap was too big.

Wang Yu frowned, cold sweat broke out on his head, under Cao Ying's beautiful appearance comparable to the body of a supermodel, there was a wild beast that could easily tear everything apart.

In Wang Yu's heart, he actually began to compare Cao Ying with the woman in white who could jump more than three feet high in the water and cross the void of more than 20 meters, which of the two women had a higher force value?

Maybe the female tyrannosaurus next to her is more powerful, and with that hammer, all heroes and heroines have to kneel.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, unless he wears a hard hat! Wang Yu couldn't help but want to sneak away.

"Don't worry, I won't hit you!"

Cao Ying slapped her palm in front of Wang Yu, and a slender and graceful handprint suddenly appeared in several cases made of high-grade pine, instantly dispelling Wang Yu's attempt to escape.

If this slap is on himself, the bone should and may not break......

Cao Ying leaned into Wang Yu's ear again and whispered, "Don't worry, I won't beat you!" ”

Wang Yu instantly sweated, and automatically translated, "Don't worry, I won't be able to beat you!" ”

At this time, Wang Yu felt bitter in his heart, and looked at the little Loli Shangguan Yunling next to him, and suddenly had an idea, and said very politely and modestly: "Tang Yuan, let's change our seats, or is it more convenient for you girls to sit together......"

Shangguan Yunling, who was watching the excitement, suddenly looked confused......

How do I know you like this...... Cheeky!

Luo Qingchuan saw Wang Yu's embarrassment, smiled, leaned into Cao Ying's ear and whispered a few words, Cao Ying thought about it, frowned slightly, but still changed seats with Luo Qingchuan.

At this time, there was only a hammer left between Luo Qingchuan and Wang Yu, and the hammer was naturally deliberately forgotten by Cao Ying in his seat.

"The little woman Luo Qingchuan has seen Mr. Ling Xiao!"

Luo Qingchuan didn't sit down in a hurry, and respectfully saluted Wang Yu, and her words suddenly made the hall silent.

Not only were many scholars surprised and inexplicable, but even Di Huaiyu, the magistrate of Jinling Mansion, stood up in surprise and asked in disbelief: "Could it be that Gongzi is actually Mr. Ling Xiao, the great man of chivalry?" ”

The real body was exposed in front of everyone, and Wang Yu, who had temporarily escaped the clutches of the female tyrannosaurus, did not feel any panic at all, and naturally took a handkerchief from Luo Qingchuan's hand and wiped the greasy on his hands and the corners of his mouth, and put the handkerchief embroidered with orchids in his arms, and then returned the salute to Di Huaiyu, who was saluting him: "Yes, "Shooting the Condor" is a clumsy work. ”

"What? Are you Mr. Ling Xiao? ”

"The Queen Mother is above, and the old master Kong is below, I actually saw the author of "Shooting the Condor", and he is still alive?"

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For a moment, the hall was instantly lively.

Everyone was talking about Luoyang's expensive "Shooting the Condor", and there were quite a scene of fans encountering their idols at the airport.

The die-hard fans of "Shooting the Condor" even chanted the poems in it and danced with their hands, they couldn't believe that the author of "Shooting the Condor" was sitting next to them.

The good Tangchuan poetry meeting turned into a large-scale fan meeting scene.

The scholars were excited, and even the bigwigs at the meeting stood up to cheer.

Yang Shaoqing, the inspector of Jiangnan Province, stood up first and said to Wang Yu: "Sir, the opening of the poem is full of Jianghong, which is magnificent, and it really reminds people of my alliance with Tanyuan. But what made the official even more emotional was the sentence "Thirty merits, fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons." Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad."

Every time the official reads this poem, he will always touch the scene, travel thousands of miles as an official, inevitably miss his hometown, and reflect on himself in the dead of night, for fear that his political achievements are lackluster, and his hometown will be humiliated. ”

Yang Shaoqing's speech showed a good expression of an official's feelings and integrity, and obviously wanted to use Wang Yu's reputation to brush up his fame.

Wang Yu didn't mean to kneel and lick Yang Shaoqing, even if the other party was a powerful inspector of the imperial history, a member of the inspection team of later generations, Wang Yu said: "Everyone has their own understanding, when the five chaos is chaotic, the Chinese ancestors should have the deepest understanding of this!" I wrote all over Jiang Hong, but I borrowed from their feelings. ”

Wang Yu directly pointed out that Yang Shaoqing's perception was not profound, and pointed out that Yang Shaoqing did not have the pain of losing the country, so he naturally did not understand the state of mind of the "Han people" in the book.

Yang Shaoqing didn't expect Wang Yu to explain like this, his face showed a look of surprise, and he said sincerely: "The history of Wuhu Chaohua has not been carefully studied by this official, and he will study it carefully when he goes back." ”

Wang Yu didn't say much, but just gave a hint: "When the predecessors (Note 1) read history, they can focus on understanding what a two-legged sheep is. ”

China once had one of the darkest histories, when the invading alien races actually used the Han people as military rations.

A sheep has four hooves and is a four-legged sheep; And people only have two legs, so those Hu people actually call the children of the Han family two-legged sheep, eat their flesh, drink their blood, and love women and children with fine skin and tender meat.

Luo Qingchuan obviously knew the history of Wuhu Chaohua, his face changed color instantly, and on the pavilion, there were also some Jinling geniuses who changed color.

Wang Yu coughed lightly, "It's all the past, it's just that a certain and his ancestors still owe Wuzhuo Heavenly King Ran Min Sanzhu Qingxiang!" ”

Wang Yu is not used to representing others, but it is always possible to represent himself and his family.

Everyone sighed, and looked at Wang Yu differently.

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Note 1: In the Song Dynasty, commoners called high-ranking officials Xianggong, which means prime minister. Ordinary officials become officials, a title that may cause ambiguity and inappropriate reverie in this book, so the author has adjusted it.