Wang Cang's words aroused Wang Lei's disgust, and Cai Yan also frowned, displeasing in his heart. Cai Yong didn't care, he only had a pair of words in his hand, to thoroughly study Wang Lei's font, it is not comprehensive, if there are many fonts, it is easier to study, and you can also fully understand Wang Lei's font composition, so Cai Yong did not speak, chose to watch on the wall, and hoped that Wang Lei would agree to Wang Cang's provocation.

Yang Biao glanced at Wang Cang, sighed lightly and did not speak, Wang Lei and Wang Cang had already made a judgment.

Wang Yun smiled and said, "Zigu, the old man believes in you, don't be afraid!" ”

Ma Riyan nodded, spoke softly, and said slowly: "This is a friend with a text, Wang Cang's little friend is outstanding in learning, and it is normal to want to compare with Wang Zigu, don't take it to heart." ”

Wang Lei smiled slightly and said: "People fight for a breath, and the Buddha receives a pillar of incense." Come, who's afraid of whom! ”

In a word, Wang Lei completely fell in love with Wang Cang.

If Wang Cang is not completely dead, it is obviously impossible to completely defeat Wang Cang.

Cai Yan's eyes were moving, and his heart was also tense, looking forward to Wang Lei's next performance.

Wang Lei's poems made Cai Yan also admire them very much.

Wang Cang's eyes swept away, fell on the willow tree in the forest, and said with a smile: "It is the early spring season now, the willow tree is dancing with the wind, the willow branches are fluttering, with the willow tree as the scene, please write a poem for Lord Wang." ”

Wang Lei's eyes fell on the willow tree, thinking carefully.

He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked forward step by step. After walking five steps in a row, Wang Lei had a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "There is!" Wang Lei returned to the seat, sat down, lifted the pen covered with ink, and calmly put down the pen.

"Yongliu" jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

After writing a poem, Ma Riyan, Huangfu Song, Cai Yong, Wang Yun, Yang Biao and other old courtiers widened their eyes, and after pondering carefully, they praised again and again. This poem is the willow of He Zhizhang in the Tang Dynasty, which is wonderful, gentle in meaning, and makes people feel a strong sense of spring, but the spring is depicted through the willow tree, which is very exquisite, and it is a classic ancient poem of the Tang Dynasty.

Cai Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but clenched his fists again, not knowing whether to cheer for Wang Lei or be nervous.

Ruan Yu looked at Wang Lei's eyes, as if looking at a demon.

This Wang Lei is really too demonic.

Poem after poem, it's all such a classic.

Yang Xiu couldn't help but swallow his saliva, feeling sad for Wang Cang, he had met such a strong person.

This time, Wang Cang really planted it.

Wang Cang listened to Wang Lei's poems, and his already pale cheeks turned even pale, giving birth to a feeling of decadence. But Wang Lei is so flamboyant that it is difficult to swallow the competitive spirit in Wang Can's heart. Wang Cang's eyes swept and saw the waterfall of Lishan Mountain in the distance, and now the spring water is rising, and the waterfall is turbulent and rushing, full of momentum, quite spectacular.

The corners of Wang Cang's mouth hooked up a smile, and said: "Take the waterfall as the theme!" I hope that Lord Wang will continue to keep it up. ”

Wang Lei stared at the waterfall in the distance, his brows furrowed slightly.

The sun is shining, and the golden light shines on the waterfall in the distance, and the golden light is incomparably gorgeous. As the waterfall rushes down from the top of the mountain, the top of the mountain is shrouded in mist, and the light shines on it, which is very spectacular.

Wang Lei thought carefully, and after a while, he had poetry in his heart. He picked up the pen again, and at this moment, the hearts of countless people were raised. What poems will Wang Lei write?

Wang Lei glanced at the people around him, a smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, and he calmly put down his pen.

"Wangli Mountain Waterfall" Rizhao Lishan produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river.

The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days.

As soon as this poem came out, Cai Yong, Ma Riyan and others called out exquisitely.

Li Bai's "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall" was slightly modified by Wang Lei and used now. Wang Lei and Wang Cang have been completely married, and since they have reached this point, it is definitely impossible to leave any more leeway. Wang Lei let go of borrowing Li Bai's poems, and was no longer lonely. However, Wang Lei thought in his heart: This time he was forced to go to Liangshan, and the next time he resolutely cannot be copied on a large scale.

Cai Yan looked at Wang Lei, as if looking at a person with peerless talent.

In his eyes, there was a touch of admiration and adoration.

Wang Cang's face was even paler, he pursed his lips, and his eyes were even more bloodshot.

Ma Riyan persuaded: "Wang Cang Xiaoyou, let's stop here." ”

"No, it's not over yet!" Wang Cang's eyes fell on the bamboo in the forest, and continued: "The green bamboo in the forest is lush and green, and I will make a poem related to bamboo with bamboo as the theme. ”

"Hahaha......" Wang Lei laughed loudly and said, "What's the harm in making another song!" ”

The tone is flamboyant, with Wang Lei's previous verses, no one dares to despise it.

Even, there is a heroic momentum.

Wang Cang's body shook for a while, but he stood firmly.

Wang Lei stared at the verdant bamboo forest, looking at the green bamboos one by one, and already had an idea in his mind. He lifted the pen and wrote firmly.

"Bamboo and Stone" insists that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south.

This bamboo and stone is a seven-word poem by Zheng Xie, a calligrapher and painter of the Qing Dynasty, with just four sentences, but it vividly shows a vivid picture: "Under the chaotic cliff, a few green bamboos stand proudly in the wind, growing tenaciously, and their tenacity and upright state leap onto the paper." "Cuizhu's tenacious and persistent quality is fully revealed.

"I, I, I...... Defeated! Defeated! ”

Wang Cang's eyes widened, his fists clenched, and he stared at Wang Lei as if he saw a demon.

"Plop! Thump! ”

Wang Cang's heartbeat continued to increase, and the rise and fall of his chest became more and more obvious. Suddenly, a flush appeared on Wang Cang's face. I only heard Wang Cang's 'ah' scream, and opened his mouth to spit out a puff of blood mist. Fortunately, there was no one in front of Wang Cang, so there was no impact. Wang Cang's face was like gold paper, his eyes were closed, and his body fell backwards.

Yang Xiu's eyes were fast, so he helped Wang Cang and hurriedly let people treat him.

After some rescue, Wang Cang woke up slowly.

It's just that Wang Cang's spirit is sluggish, and he can't afford to stay any longer.

Wang Lei breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked down, every poem he wrote had been divided. Wang Yun, Cai Yong and the rest of the old guys took it, and they were chattering triumphantly.

Wang Lei's ink treasure has become a sought-after calligraphy and painting.

Cai Yong looked at Wang Lei, his eyes were eager, and he said with a smile: "Virtuous nephew, you are brilliant in writing and can be called a great poet; The font under the pen is strong and powerful, and he is a precedent for calligraphy, and he is already a great calligrapher. Although you are young, you can be called a grandmaster in terms of learning. It's better to make another poem or two, write it down and give it to the old man. ”

Cai Yong directly changed his title and called him a virtuous nephew.

The same is true for the rest of the officials, hoping that Wang Lei can make a few more poems.

Wang Lei hurriedly dodged, he plagiarized the poems of the great poets of later generations, it was a helpless thing, and he was forced by Wang Cang. Now that he was finally relieved, Wang Lei hurriedly avoided it. Without Wang Lei, several old guys have no interest in traveling in the mountains and rivers. The group began to descend the mountain to their lodgings at the foot of the mountain.

After arriving at the foot of the mountain, everyone rested in the camp.

After a night's rest, early the next morning, the group returned by car.

On the way back, Wang Lei rode alone in a carriage, with a thick smile on the corner of his mouth. After this incident, Wang Lei will definitely become famous in Chang'an and further famous in the world.