I don't know when dark clouds drifted from the sky and gradually converged in the sky above the West Lake. It was still a warm spring day, but at this time it was dark clouds, the wind was surging, and the scene of mountain rain was about to come and the wind was full of buildings.

The strange thing is that at this time, in the banquet hall on the fifth floor of the West Lake Restaurant, it was silent, and it seemed unusually quiet. Nearly 100 people held their breath at the same time, only the sound of the wind passing in their ears, and the sound of the wolf in Li Qian's hand dipped into the inkstone inkstone.

Boom------

After the brush was dipped in ink, Li Qian continued to put down the pen, making a slight sound of "brushing", brushing------

Su He and Zhao Peng finally couldn't sit still, and both of them frowned at the same moment, unable to understand why no one in front of them had recited the poems written by Li Qian.

Could it be that ------ the poems that follow are even more vulgar and unbearable than the first sentence, so no one wants to read them?

But if that were the case, it shouldn't have been such a reaction! Could it be that the following poems successfully redeemed the "failure" of the first sentence?

At that moment, Su He hurriedly glanced at the scholar waiting on the side, and the scholar immediately understood, and his petite body was very flexible and rushed towards the crowd surrounding Li Qian in front of him.

Soon, the small figure came out again, walked quickly and silently in front of Suhe, and reported to him in a low voice.

Zhao Peng saw Su He's pupils shrink suddenly, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

What's going on?!!

Because the scholar's voice was not loud, even he who was sitting next to him could not hear clearly, and he could only see some clues from Suhe's face.

In the process of listening, Su He's face was cloudy and changeable, and finally turned into an iron blue color, Zhao Peng secretly felt that something was wrong, and couldn't help but ask out loud: "Brother Ziyang, what happened?" ”

"Alas------"

Su He sighed deeply, then waved his hand, sent his scholar away, and muttered, "We guessed wrong------"

"Huh?"

"I said, we all guessed wrong."

Suhe shook his head and looked out the window, the gloomy sky was just like his mood at this time, which made people feel extremely depressed. After pondering for a moment, he explained softly: "That sentence is not a failure at all, as soon as the poem comes out, the artistic conception of the whole poem suddenly rises ------"

"Hehe------"

Su He smiled helplessly and said, "Brother Zhao, we really guessed ------ wrong!" ”

Zhao Peng was dumbfounded when he heard this, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, and suddenly grabbed his shirt and roared: "What poetry?!! Listen to me! ”

"Okay, Brother Zhao, listen to ------ Peach Blossom Nunnery in the Peach Blossom Dock, and the Peach Blossom Fairy under the Peach Blossom Nunnery. The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms for wine money. When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep with the flowers. Half-drunk and half-awake day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year-----"

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"I hope that the old man will die in the wine room, and he will not bow in front of the carriage and horse. The dust of the car and the horse are full of fun, and the hermit of the wine cup and flower branch is ------"

"If you compare the manifest to a hermit, one on the plain earth and one in the heavens. If the flowers and wine are compared to the carriages and horses, why am they busy, and I am idle------"

Here, Li Qian has just written these following poems. I inadvertently looked up, only to find that everyone around me had been petrified------

Shaking his head slightly, he continued to write------

Amazing!

It was only when this poem was written that it was suddenly amazing.

At a glance, the article is full of words such as "flowers, peaches, wine, and drunkenness", but it is catchy, and there is no vulgarity, but the pen power is straight through the back of the paper, which makes people feel empowered and drunk.

The sound is loud, and the elephant is invisible.

Vulgar, that is, elegant!

No one chanted aloud, and silence was better than sound.

Peach blossoms, immortals, all beautiful, all wonderful, all at ease.

The beautiful scenery created between the lines is as if it appeared in front of everyone's eyes, which makes people extremely intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves------

What kind of mind and courage do you have to be so kind to regard fame and fortune as a piece of dung?

It is often said that there are ten realms in painting, and the realm of life depicted in the poems is currently classified as nine realms. The highest realm is the realm of vastness, and Su Dongpo said: "There is no wind and rain and no sunshine!" ”

Such a realm is something that few people can experience, and the scene depicted in Li Qian's poem is not far from it. If you want to be strictly classified in one of the realms, you should ------ belong to the deep realm of the eighth realm, right?

All the years are passers-by, I am free from the world!

"This poem should only exist in heaven, how many times can I hear it in the world?"

In the banquet hall, such a thought appeared in everyone's minds, and became the most consistent thought in their hearts at this time.

It seems that the rumors are not true, this Li Qian, his poetry has already reached the realm of supernatural beauty. On the other hand, looking at himself and others, it seems that they have not even reached the first level of the realm of refinement?

The seven-word quatrain at the head of Xu Xiongxu's case before seems to be still wandering outside the Nine Realms------

Su He sat quietly on the seat, but he hung his head in despair, his current realm, he could barely touch the threshold, and he had reached the first level of the realm of refinement.

The heart is far away from itself, so ------.

The light of the fireflies is still trying to compete with the bright moon!

How ridiculous is his previous provocation now------

Zhao Peng's face was also gloomy, and his eyes looked ahead blankly, as if he was in a dream.

The verdict is made, and the winner is divided!

I really lost to him------

It was drizzling outside, not big, but it shrouded the world in it, and everything under the rain curtain suddenly became less real.

In the attic, everyone felt as if they were in a dream, only to feel that the scene in front of them was full of illusory scenes.

As far as the eye can see, it is all vain.

Like the moon in the water, like a flower in the mirror.

The figure in a brocade dress, standing in the center of the hall and splashing ink, only makes people feel sacred and inviolable at this time, as if an immortal has descended into the world------

How is this possible?

In the square inch of Hangzhou, there are people who can reach the realm of Dongpo monks!

There is no wind or rain------ and there is no sunshine.

Could it be that the immortals are also willing to stoop to the small temple?

Before the long case, Li Qian splashed ink and wrote the last line of poetry.

"The world laughs at me------ it's crazy, I laugh at others and can't see through it! I don't see the tomb of Wuling Haojie, and there are no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields——"

Amazing!

The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it------

This brushstroke, like a stroke of genius, is like the finishing touch, which completely sets off the atmosphere of the whole poem, and the realm rises in a straight line------

This time, no one doubted whether this was a realm of depth.

Needless to say, this ------ is the realm of profundity!

Lin Qiuyun's beautiful eyes landed firmly on the rice paper, without blinking.

Outside the antique window, a light breeze blew in, pulling everyone back to reality from the illusion. She came back to her senses, and when she turned her head to look at the position where Li Qian was standing just now, she didn't see that graceful and free figure again------

As soon as he looked around, he saw that the figure was walking in the direction of the door. When he passed a small window, another gust of wind came from the window, rolling up the hem of his shirt.

Ethereal ------ immortal.

Yes, such an amazing person is not the immortal above the nine heavens, what else can it be?

As depicted in the poem, he is the leisurely, leisurely and lazy Peach Blossom Fairy!

"Li Qian!"

An angry shout came, and Zhao Peng shot the case.

Li Qian turned his head, the corners of his lips gently raised towards him, outlining a meaningful arc: "How about it, I didn't say anything wrong, right?" ”

“------”

Zhao Peng was speechless, yes------ is it referring to the poem is the sentence of the trail, or the sentence that is stronger than himself?

No matter which sentence it is, it makes Zhao Peng's face burn like fire at this moment, and he wants to find a crack in the ground to get into. But he still hasn't forgotten the difficult words he prepared in a hurry, and laughed coldly: "Today, in front of all the beings here, you actually did that plagiarism again, like a shameless person like you, plagiarizing other people's poems, I don't vomit or be unhappy!" ”

Plagiarism? Plagiarize?

Everyone was at a loss. They read poetry books so much that they dare not say that they can recite all the poems of the past and present, but they are also familiar with some of the famous sentences. Li Qian's "Song of the Peach Blossom Temple" has no intention of imitating it, where does the plagiarism come from?

Lin Qiuyun turned around, just glanced at Zhao Peng lightly, and quickly turned his head away, for fear that a scoundrel like him would stain his eyes------ this thing's spicy eyes?

Zhao Peng encouraged her father to withdraw from the marriage, and she only learned about it later, and she felt a little glad for herself in her heart, no one she married could marry such a person with bad conduct!

Li Qian just smiled, and did not refute what the ------ people said, which was originally the truth!"

Looking back at the window, I found that the rain was getting heavier, and I had to get wet when I walked out. But this is really not a good place to stop for a while, and there are still many faces who are not used to looking at themselves and want to depreciate themselves, but are embarrassed to say it to their faces.

At the moment, I had to take another step and get out of this noisy place as soon as possible.

"What? Are you weak-hearted? ”

Zhao Peng looked at his back and sneered, and when he wanted to continue to entangle, there was a slightly surprised voice at the door, but he was not very sure.

"Li Qian?"

Lin Qiuyun was also about to step forward, and stopped when she heard the voice. looked at the person who came in at the door, his eyes were a little complicated, with a little suspicion and some expectation------

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(PS: Writing the song of Peach Blossom Anthem,Actually, it's an idea that I have had for a long time.,Practicing the pen for nearly a year.,Qingtian finally turned it into a plot.,Presented on the end of the pen.,I hope you can like it.")

Nowadays, in many novels that wear the Ming Dynasty, such a character of Tang Bohu will also be written, and there are mixed reviews for it. What I want to say is that I am very impressed by Tang Bohu's talent, and I also like such an image, although he has many unsatisfactory career opportunities. Come to think of it, informality and debauchery are also his biggest shortcomings------

Oh yes, the recommended votes are left, everyone! ^_^）