In the first round just now, she silently recited Baihe's poem a few times, and she already understood the mystery and knew that this fiancé was really enlightened, and she was full of confidence at this time.

Bai He laughed: "Second Miss Xie cares!" But when it comes to poetry, blowing a breath for your husband can crush them to death, you don't have to make a move at all, you can rest assured! ”

"Ahem, be modest." The second lady smiled.

"Easy to say, easy to say......"

Bai He said and went to draw the question. As a result, he couldn't help but smile: "It's an inscription poem again, but this time it's a little new......" He read aloud: "Borrow mountains and rivers to write a poem, and the genre is not limited." ”

After speaking, he swept around the talented people in front of him and asked, "Everyone, can someone come first?" ”

When all the talented people heard this, they shrank their heads one after another, not that they were afraid, nor that they couldn't do it, but they just ate the lesson of the last time, and some people were scolded by Baihe until they vomited blood, so they didn't want to make a move first when they said anything this time, and they all wanted to see what crooked poems this slut could write first, so that they could see the tricks.

Bai He knew what they were thinking as soon as he saw their expressions, but he didn't bother to think about it, so he didn't give in: "Since you all don't make a sound, then let's make a fool of yourself first." But I said it in advance.,I'm not a person with any skills.,Only copy some things that come out of nowhere.,If you don't copy it well this time.,I hope you will correct it more.。 ”

As soon as the talented people heard him, their faces suddenly became hot again.

"But I said that last night, I slept until midnight, and suddenly dreamed of a fairy mountain, called Tianmu Mountain. There was an immortal on the mountain, and the immortal chanted a poem to me. Bai is not talented, and now he borrows flowers to offer Buddha and reads it to you. ”

"Poof!"

Before Bai He could start reciting poetry, the second lady laughed first: This dead man is fooling people with the immortal's dream report again!

Goo-goo-goo——!

Bai He once again made seven bowls in a row. Not to mention anything else, just rushed him for this amount of wine, and let the talented people who watched the excitement give a thumbs up: counting the seven bowls in the first round, it is already fourteen years old, but this white boy is actually fine, this amount of wine is really amazing!

"Haike talks about Yingzhou, the smoke and waves are slightly blank and the letter is hard to find, the more people talk about the sky, the clouds and clouds may be ......visible" As soon as Bai He spoke, the floating land, which was still a little commotion, quieted down for a moment.

The eyes of the talented people who watched the excitement lit up, and the eyes of the three referees widened, and the "familiar faces" suddenly had a bad premonition when they heard it.

I only heard Bai He continue to read: "Tianmu even the sky to the sky, the five mountains to cover the red city, the rooftop is 48,000 zhang, and I want to fall southeast for this." I want to dream of Wu Yue, and fly to the mirror lake and the moon ...... one night"

- Dangdang! The bowl suddenly fell to the ground.

"The lake and the moon shine on me, send me to Yanxi...... Thousands of rocks are uncertain, and the flowers leaning on the stones have suddenly been twilight...... The clouds are green and green, and the water is surging and smoking. There is a lack of thunderbolts, and the hills collapse and destroy ......"

- Suddenly, there was a "ding" sound, and several young ladies who were playing and singing forgot to let go of the strings.

“…… Ni is the clothes and the wind is the horse, and the kings of the clouds come down one after another. The tiger drum returned to the car, and the immortal people were like hemp. Suddenly, the soul throbbed with courage, and the trance rose and groaned. But the pillow of the time of awakening, the smoke of the lost direction......"

- There was another "ding", and the string broke.

“…… And put the white deer between the green cliffs. You have to ride to visit the famous mountain. An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy! ”

Finally, the poem was read, but the audience had already become silent.

The referees looked fascinated, looking at the lively talents with admiration, the familiar faces were in disbelief, the little Lori was starry, and the second lady was silent......

Everyone is looking at the white river, but their souls seem to have already followed his voice to ride the white deer, visit the fairy mountain called "Tianmu", see the green clouds and rain, smell the leaning stone and the flowers, listen to the cracked thunderbolt, sigh that everything is in vain, and only feel: If you can see this mountain, why not return for the rest of your life?

There was silence for a long time, and finally a low sigh was heard. However, after the sigh, everyone fell into a relatively speechless situation. The familiar faces remembered their ambition to take revenge, and they were a little embarrassed at this time: even if they don't talk about their identity, the slut and himself are not at the same level!

In the end, it was Bai He who broke the silence: "May I ask the three gentlemen, how did you copy this poem in the next one?" ”

"Alas...... Bai Gongzi laughed! A respected referee sighed silently, "If this poem is copied, then what does it matter if the old man copies him thousands of times?" ”

"Then this third level, can you go down there?" Shirakawa asked again.

The referee said: "If Bai Gongzi doesn't get it, who in the world will get it?" The third level is Mr. Qinglian himself, and now Mr. has been waiting for a long time, son, please! ”

"Thank you, sir!" Bai He bowed his hand, and then pulled the second lady and little Lori away, who cares if those talents are shocked or stupid?

When he opened his mouth, it was a poem "Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell", and he had already laughed until he cramped in his heart, because the author of this poem was none other than Li Bai who was on the front floor of the cage smoke next to him. Oh no, to be precise, it should be the great poet immortal in the history of the previous life, Qinglian monk Li Bai, not the current poetry and sword wine, Mr. Qinglian Li Bai.

Although both are named Qinglian, there is still a little difference after all.

The poem "Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell" was actually written by the great poet Li Bai when he was ostracized by the powerful in Chang'an, was released from Beijing, returned to his homeland in Donglu (in present-day Shandong), and then embarked on a roaming journey again and said goodbye to his relatives and friends in Ludong. When he wrote this poem, he suffered political setbacks, spiritual depression and resentment, and could not find a way out in the real society, so he sought relief from the illusory world of gods and the mountains and forests far away from the mundane.

To put it bluntly, it is self-consolation after political depression.

So the question is: Do you say that today's poetry, sword, wine, and three peerless Mr. Qinglian Mr. Li Bai also wrote this poem?

No!

Why?

Depend on! He is the second person in the world in this world, the famous martial arts alliance leader, I don't know how smooth life is, but you are depressed and show me?

Therefore, Bai He is very sure: this poem Mr. Qinglian has definitely not been made—at least not yet. As for whether he will offend the Holy Queen and be expelled from the Divine Capital in the future...... Whatever, anyway, labor and management have already made it first!

That's right, this slut is so shameless, not only to plagiarize, but also to plagiarize so much that even the owner can't collect copyright fees! At the moment, the three levels are set up by Mr. Qinglian, so use his poems to break through, is there any problem?

As for the occasion? Hehe, taking away the background of Li Bai's poem, this poem is a pure poetry, which is most in line with Baihe's current temperament: crazy and eclectic. If in the eyes of others, he was originally a crazy man, then after having this poem, he is a proper madman!

Straight to business, the third level.

Mama Sang said that Bai He had to pass three levels before he could enter the cage smoke building and hold his wine tasting meeting. But in fact, ordinary scholars and talents only need to pass two levels to enter the cage smoke building to participate in the wine tasting meeting, and the third level is just a dish specially added by Mr. Qinglian for Baihe, and ordinary people can't enjoy this kind of treatment: he will personally make the question, and he will give you a meeting after that, but there is no need to talk about it.

On the way from Fulu to Longyanlou, Bai He had already figured out this section, and he was quite unimpressed: Isn't it just to let you fly twice, and sprinkle some urine on you, as for the little shoes we wear? You are also the leader of the martial arts alliance......

Stingy!

It's so stingy!

As a result, when he came to the door of the cage smoke building, he met Mr. Qinglian's third level.

I saw a customer standing at the door, and when he saw the three of them coming, he stretched out his hand to stop him: "I'm sorry Bai Gongzi, Mr. said, Gongzi You need to answer this question before you can enter the building." He handed over a note.

Bai He opened it and couldn't help laughing: "Isn't it just a poem that points out the theme of the conference, it's too pediatric!" ”

When the second lady saw the topic, she couldn't help frowning, and asked: "Baihe, the preface is not as good as the ordinary poem, are you sure?" ”

"No problem, it's really easy." Shirakawa laughed.

Seeing that he answered so confidently, the second lady remembered his song "Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell" in the second level, so she also settled down and reminded her, "Then you write well." Then he stood aside with a smile and a groan.

Bai He saw that there were tables, chairs, and four treasures of the study room on the side, obviously he had prepared for a long time, but he didn't need the brush, so he took out the evening pen and began to answer.

At this time, a lot of people have gathered in the building, some are prominent families, some are wealthy businessmen, some are talents, some are beautiful women, and there are many heroes who have been killed all the way in, even the two soy sauce players who were stunned by the pie just now are also in this list. They came early, so they already knew that Mr. Qinglian was going to study the matter of the Lin family's aunt Baihe Gongzi, and when they saw this situation, they gathered around to watch.

The topic of Mr. Qinglian's speech is: Preface to this conference with a poem.

After reading the question, everyone was a little eager to try.

Although this question is specially designed by Mr. Qinglian for Bai Gongzi, but who is born in this era, who doesn't have a bit of culture? Even if there really isn't, it's okay to be a vassal and elegant.

The preface is usually held by some highly respected elders or talented talents, which is more convincing and an honor. If Mr. Qinglian can take action himself, then of course it is the most suitable. But now, it seems reasonable for him to give this honor to Bai He, the initiator of the wine tasting conference, in the name of "exquisiteness".

The problem though......

It's one thing to make wine, it's another thing to compose poetry, and they all say that this white boy is a little ...... Ahem, a little bit of that, haha, you know...... So, can he handle such an important matter as a preface? Wouldn't it be a pity if we wrote some crooked poems that didn't match each other and overshadowed this conference? If you change to yourself, what kind of order can you make?