Envoy to Daheng, Chen Baichuan has other purposes, but at this moment, he represents Chen Guo. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIf Chen Guo's face is too bad, even if his brother has a superior status in Chen Guo, I am afraid he will not be able to stop the people's mouth. Chen Baichuan doesn't want to become Chen Guo's street rat, he wants to return to his hometown full of honor.

Daheng wanted to show his fist in front of him, and he did nothing wrong. Daheng's mistake was to show off poetry in front of a liberal arts student who had memorized an unknown number of Tang and Song poems. On this night, Chen Baichuan wanted to let Daheng talent see the horror of being dominated by Tang poetry.

By this time in previous years, the Hengdu Poetry Society had already ended. This year, there is more variable Chen Baichuan, and the wind and snow have been sung, and the talents are still full of interest. Some people hold patriotic pillows, want to carry forward the prestige of Daheng, and want to avenge Daheng Wenlin. Among them, there are also opportunists, who either want to let the big people see their literary talents by tonight, or they want to establish prestige among the scholars. Anyway, whether it is a villain or a gentleman, they all want to step on Chen Baichuan.

Daheng Wenlin is indeed not bad, Chen Baichuan heard a lot of good poems tonight. Just as he was thinking about how to fight back, Lin Cong, who was mixed in the crowd, came out and jumped again.

Lin Cong was not a stupid person, but hatred washed away all his wisdom. He attacked Chen Baichuan directly, he jumped out of the crowd, pointed at Chen Baichuan, and said: "Chen Baichuan, back then, your brother insulted my father, causing my Lin family to lose face, and also making the civil officials of Daheng ridiculed. Today, I, Lin Cong, challenge you on behalf of the Lin family, wash away the shame of my Lin family, and avenge Daheng Wenlin. Chen's surname is Xiao'er, do you dare? ”

In fact, Lin Cong didn't jump out blindly, he hid in the crowd and observed Chen Baichuan for a long time, and he saw that whenever a good poem was recited, Chen Baichuan's brows were always wrinkled tightly. Lin Cong guessed in his heart that Chen Baichuan must not have too high a background in poetry, and he may not even be able to write the simplest limerick poems! At this time, he was invited to fight in front of everyone, and Chen Baichuan did not dare not accept it, after all, he was pressing Chen Guo's honor.

Although the others present looked down on Lin Cong, they were all Daheng people, and this was the time to be unanimous.

"Can Envoy Chen dare to engage in battle?"

"The Lin family is not all gutsless."

"Brother Lin is strong, don't ask Chen Guoren to despise me Daheng!"

Lin Cong had a good calculation, but unfortunately he met Chen Baichuan.

"Tiger father has no dogs, your old father is just a timid fart and urine before the battle, presumably no matter how clever your Excellency is, he is also a urine and fart person. Just the waste of the Lin family, dare to challenge the following? ”

Chen Baichuan didn't want to give Lin Cong, a clown who jumped off the beam, a chance. Since you have made a move, you must not show mercy.

The whites of Lin Congqi's eyes were bloodshot, he forcibly suppressed the anger and humiliation in his heart, and squeezed out a bit of elegance on his face: "Even if you win, you can't get on the stage, you and I are both people who have read the books of sages, so it's better to divide the ranks with poetry today, how about it?" ”

Chen Baichuan looked at him amusedly, and said mockingly: "Let's see how Brother Lin carries forward your Lin family's shameful tradition." ”

Lin Cong ignored the words that cut his heart like a blade, and recited a poem that had been prepared a long time ago. This poem was written four years ago, and he was a young man with a famous imperial capital and a prominent family background, and he lost everything in an instant. He suffers from white eyes, he is not allowed to enter the official career, he is ostracized everywhere, so he hates. Lin Cong wrote a long poem containing all the hatred, and he took it out to read it every late at night, and after reading it for four years, he changed it for four years.

This is a good poem that is carefully word-for-word and full of emotion, so the talents are moved by him and infected by him. Lin Cong was famous in the imperial capital back then, but it was not only his family background.

Chen Baichuan sighed in his heart, hateful people must have pity. Lin Cong has already become a madman, and the hatred that has been pressed on him for four years has long distorted his mentality, and he lives in hatred. It's a pity that he will never be able to take revenge.

Chen Baichuan recalled the first killing, and recalled that the wine under the moon flowed through the wine washing sword, and the blood flowed on the bluestone slab, and the sword was glowing with cold light.

He's not just a scholar, he's also a swordsman.

The wine washing sword was still on the stone table in the courtyard, and there was no sword beside him, so he used his eyes to make a sword.

The cold light that shot out of his eyes shone through everyone around him, including Lin Cong. Lin Cong saw his death from that look, he was afraid, he was helpless, he comforted himself that the other party was a scholar, he comforted himself that the other party was just a sixteen-year-old child.

"Men should kill, and kill mercilessly." The first sentence made Lin Cong feel deeply cold, and he really saw the word murder from Chen Baichuan's eyes like a winter wind sweeping away leaves.

......

"Wearing an iron sword, he kills in a fit of rage. Cut the shares and drink wine, talk and laugh. Kill the enemy for thousands of miles, and be willing to spend ten weeks. Specializing in the light of the field, and the knot of the dark love. Heading out of the west gate, the twilight people turned back. ”

......

"Kill one person in three steps, and your heart will not stop. The blood flowed thousands of miles, and the corpse pillowed Qianxun Mountain. The strong man fought and slept with the corpse of the enemy. ”

......

“...... Where heroes don't kill. ”

After Chen Baichuan recited a "Murder Poem", everyone was speechless for a long time. The essay is only rhythmic, and "Murder Poems" is not as good as many masterpieces this night. But that monstrous momentum overshadowed all the masterpieces of the night.

Everyone seemed to have come to the battlefield and saw a river of blood. Even Bai Qian, who had been silent on the side for a long time, was a little moved. The monstrous wave of blood drowned everyone, and everyone was thrilled.

But if you want to say that the person who is most scared is Lin Cong, Chen Baichuan's sword is pointing at him.

Lin Cong regretted today's behavior, he heard from the poem that this young man was something he couldn't afford to provoke, that is, he didn't understand where Chen Baichuan came from with his murderous aura and where he came from his heroic spirit.

Chen Baichuan slowly walked to Lin Cong's side who was trembling slightly in place, sixteen years old he was slightly shorter than Lin Cong, he leaned his head on Lin Cong's ear, and said in Lin Cong's ear without emotion: "Four years ago, I was only twelve years old, but I also went to the battlefield, many barbarians were cut off by me, and I like to see their tofu-like brains being stirred into paste by my sword." Let me tell you, I killed a lot of people, and I just killed the Qingfeng Sword a few days ago, so you invited it. I don't know how your brains compare to Li Shengjun. Hee-hee, I'm looking forward to it. ”

Lin Cong's face began to turn pale, and those soft whispers slowly drilled into his mind, he imagined that the tofu brain of the Wang Po of Vermilion Street was shattered on the ground, and his brain would also be stirred into that shape by the sword? He didn't doubt Chen Baichuan's words, because he was so scared that he couldn't think, because of "Killing Poems", because Chen Baichuan was Chen Rentu's younger brother.

Lin Cong fell to the ground, he didn't dare to face Chen Baichuan, he covered his head with his sleeves, and he shouted in despair: "I don't dare, I don't dare, I'm afraid of ......"

Chen Baichuan looked at Lin Cong with pity, and a strange smell came out from under Lin Cong's crotch.

Chen Baichuan looked up to the sky and smiled: "Sure enough, it's a person who is a fart and pee, haha......" His laughter will anger the talents of Daheng and bring him trouble. But he still laughed because he wanted to laugh. He's a swordsman, and he wants to be a swordsman.

Daheng everyone, looking at each other.

Anger, fear, helplessness, and sympathy played out on their faces. Emotionally rich and extraordinary.