The master was moved, got up and bowed in return, "I am not alone. ”

At that time, the thunder was scattered like a streamer, and the two scholars bent down to salute, and this scene amazed the years.

When the master and Huang Shang were drinking, the Wenhui was in full swing, and someone came up with an absolute "smoke lock pond willow", and everyone whispered for a while, and it was difficult to say it.

But suddenly saw the great Confucian Huangshang get up and sing, and then drew his sword to slash the thunder.

Everyone was dumbfounded, secretly thinking that although you Huangshang is a stranger, you are not so arrogant, and at this time, you are thundering, isn't it deliberately destroying the Wenhui.

But after listening to the poems sung by Huang Shang, all the talents present were petrified.

A long poem full of ruggedness and romance, in which the artistic conception is really an indescribable shape, this poem traces back thousands of years, and extends for hundreds of years, and it should also be a strange poem through the ages!

It's just that the next scene stunned people who didn't know the truth.

Tang Li Qinglian, please accept the Song Dynasty Huangshang?

Huang Shang is a stranger, he is in the cool world, why do you want to say Da Song?

Who is Tang Li Qinglian?

Is it the white-clothed Shengxue's arrogant master?

Pedant?!

Suddenly, someone remembered something, could it be the white-clothed master who was watching the fishing city with a sword hanging on the heavenly river?!

It was actually the sword immortal in the world.

However, just when everyone was petrified, they saw the respected Mi Gonggong trembling and fearless lightning streamer, pushing away the service slave and coming to the two scholars, and even trembling and bending to the end, the voice of vicissitudes of life was full of excitement that he had hoped for, and his face was flushed and returned to the light and said in a high voice: "Tang Li Qinglian, please accept the worship of Mi Fu of the Great Song Dynasty!" ”

Mi Gonggong bowed and led the thunder.

What is the situation?

The crowd was petrified again, and no one understood what was going on.

Sitting alone in the corner with Ning Huan, the master surnamed Fan didn't seem to see this scene, and still poured himself a drink, Ning Huan next to him was very surprised, and his lips opened slightly and his face was red.

Wow wow wow wow, it turns out that this is an alien, it's amazing~

The excited little girl's body suddenly trembled, her face suddenly turned from red to pale, frowned and snorted, Fan Fuzi put down the wine glass, his face was full of concern, "It hurts?" ”

Ning Huan nodded.

Fan Fuzi got up, hugged the little girl, and said, "It's all sour, it's very boring, let's go back." ”

The two faded away in the chaos.

The wind blows the new willows, and the figures of the two people, one tall and one short, one small and one small, are like the shadows of the quiet and condensed by the years, which is suffocating.

The sky thundered and fell, splitting Mi Gonggong and Huang Shang.

Mi Gonggong's face is calm, he sees death as home, he can see Li Qinglian of the Tang Dynasty in this life, what does it matter if he dies, just like Xu Xiaolan in Liuzhou, he has seen Su Hanlou in Meishan die generously, how happy.

Huang Sheng pressed the sword and smiled, "Rice, it turned out to be you." ”

With a swing of the sword, two thunderbolts burst out.

It is already a candle in the wind and will drive the crane fairy to go at any time, Mi Gonggong smiled, "Scholar Huang actually knows that I Mi Fu, three lives are fortunate!" ”

Huang Shang laughed.

The master smiled and said nothing, and sighed secretly, but unfortunately the young man was not there, if he was there, he would probably be able to guess a little more about the truth of the alien, but it didn't matter, Xiaoxiao would tell him.

Liu Yuan had the courage to approach and bow to Huang Shang, "Mr. Huang's poem is amazing for thousands of years, and he will be worshiped in his later life." ”

Huang Sheng and Mi Fu glanced at each other, and immediately laughed, laughed, Huang Shang said: "What talent can I write this poem "Will Enter the Wine", this poem is written by this poet. ”

Poetry Immortal!

Liu Yuanhou was shocked inexplicably, there are poets and immortals in the world, what a noble honorific title.

Immortals in the poem.

All the talented people present were in turmoil, looking at this white-clothed master, as a god, especially the song "Will Enter the Wine" like Huang Zhong Dalu, which kept lingering in their hearts for a long time.

It turns out that poems can still be written like this, what a talent it takes to amaze the ages!

It's magnificent.

And the six female tricks who were ranked Qin Huai Bayan, the love in their eyes was better than honey for a long time, so they almost didn't pounce on the master to correct the Fa on the spot.

The master was also a little surprised.

Of course, he did not know that he would be revered as a poet immortal in later generations.

On this day, the thunder on Zhongshan continued, red and white turned to bruises, bruises turned to blood red, and finally when it was about to turn into colorful thunder, a young man hurried to arrive, speechless by the thunder and was dying and scorched black.

On this day, the grandmaster of Jiankang literary circle, Mi Gonggong, was drunk without regrets, the wind candle was unbearable and the lights were burning, he sat on Zhongshan and got drunk, and painted a "Zhongshan Landscape Map" with a big pen, showing the style of "rice point landscape".

On this day, Mi Gonggong drove the crane fairy drunk and achieved a good story.

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In Jiankang Mansion, Han stood in front of the window, staring at the thunder falling in the direction of Zhongshan, and sighed helplessly: "Huang Shang, this guy caused thunder again, or is it that Fan Fuzi on Ning Hong's Mansion has finally revealed his identity?" ”

After half a day, there were eyeliner hurried over, after the details, the disciple of the general who wanted to slaughter the great cool was silent for a long time, before sighing, "Mi Fu, Huang Shang, are my generation of reading models!" ”

This Jiankang prefect thought about it for a long time, and still put pen to paper.

Jiankang reappears as a stranger, don't you care about Your Majesty the Empress, if you don't care, you will connive at the strangers in the world, and when the time comes, the stranger will rise up and make chaos, and the trouble is not only Beizhen Fusi.

As the prefect of Jiankang, he should also mean the previous article.

What would happen to Zhong Shanwen dispersed from Jiankang to the surroundings at a wave-like speed.

In the cool world, everyone knows the poet fairy Li Qinglian.

In particular, the poem "Will Enter the Wine" has made countless readers in the cool world admire it and created a new horizon, and there are also ashamed people, the world knows for the first time that the original poem can be written so majestic and romantic.

What kind of genius does it take to write such an amazing poem?

Such a poem is in the world, and who in the world dares to compose a poem in front of him.

It is worthy of the name of the poet.

In Yangzhou, there was a scholar official reading in the study, and he heard a few attendants in front of the hospital chattering about the anecdote of the Jiankang Zhongshan Literary Association, the young scholar put down the book in his hand, paced out the window and looked in the direction of Jiankang, and muttered for a long time.

Li Qinglian of the Tang Dynasty, the cold building also yearns for it.

I hope to see each other one day.

In the state capital under the jurisdiction of Jiangling Mansion, there was a young man lying in a bunch of maids lightly, drinking flowers very happily, and suddenly heard a maid say: "Master, you are also a first-class Tanhua, can you also write a poem like the poet fairy Li Qinglian's "Will Enter the Wine"?" ”

The young man was stunned, and then laughed: "I want to write a poem of poetry and immortals, how can I be here to be a celebrity, I have long been worshiped by Da Liang scholars as immortals." ”

The person who wrote this poem is the Immortal.

The young man muttered again.

I don't know if the guy in Su Hanlou will run to compete with this master after he finds out.

It's all immortals.

Waving his hand to let the maids retreat, the young man scolded while drinking, "Xu Xiaolan, you are really a fool, you look at the early death, you have to live another year or two, not only see Su Hanlou, but also meet Shixian, you are a big fool, I don't know if it is better to die than to live, I will live a few more years, take a look at the eternal magnificent scenery of this world where strangers converge for a lifetime, you fool and stupid to go home......"

Young people who drink and curse, red eyes and sour nose.

On this day, Xie Changjin was drunk.

In the Lin'an Vertical Arch Palace, the woman looked at the "Will Enter the Wine" written by Liu Yin and smiled bitterly, "This Li Qinglian, I don't think it's big enough, he has taken up the scenery, but what should I do?" ”

Kill?

Distress and pity.

Don't kill?

People from all over the world rise up to follow suit, so they have to mess up.

Fortunately, not all of them are like Li Qinglian, there is a disciple who can sacrifice his life to break the thunder, and the impact should not be worried.

After all, there is only one Li Ruyu in the world.