Looking at this situation, Wei Zhen was also a little angry, and immediately got up, and said with an unswerving face: "Gentlemen, this meeting is the Mangshan Poetry Society, not the heavenly and human debate of the Jixia Society, and the gentlemen are self-respecting. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The young man sat down, said no more, and only took care of the beauty's waist and ate the food in the box.

Bai Mo is too lazy to care about it, this is a trivial matter that is expected, there is no need to be angry, a good answer, maybe it can also make all the virtuous people here look at it a few points, this year it is often more important to say it well than the real right and wrong, Bai Mo knows this very well.

The main play hasn't started yet.

Xu Yan put the food box back into the stream and continued to float down, this waterway was only a little deeper, until the outermost Qingyi Han Shi who had been silent all along, and then ran aground on the beach.

There are countless patches on the clothes of the Han Shi, but they are very clean, and they will not make people feel that this person is poor and lowly, and those who respect themselves naturally respect him, and at this time, there are no gentlemen who jump out and mock him, no matter how high or low, they are waiting for him to get up and compose a poem.

The green-shirted Hanshi obviously didn't expect this wine pot to float in front of himself sitting on the outermost part, he was stunned for a while, tidied up his clothes, got up, and said without humility or arrogance: "It's really rude, I can't write poetry below." ”

With that, the Han Shi smiled shyly, raised the flask, and put it in his mouth. Only halfway through the drink, the cold man was already flushed, and he was still holding himself on, gasping for breath, and continued to drink, so two or three times before he drank the pot to the fullest.

After Han Shi finished drinking, his body swayed, and he was already unsteady on his feet.

"Good wine, in Xia Xun Wuyi, Xie Bai Gongzi gave wine."

The breeze was slow, and it couldn't blow the hair that Xun Wuyi solemnly tied on the top of his head.

Xun Wufei, with a mediocre appearance, a thin body, and even his name has been very popular, but Bai Mo just feels that this person is by no means an idle person.

"You don't have to thank me, Your Excellency just have fun, if it's not enough, Baimo still has it here."

Xun Wuyi's affairs are just a trivial episode on this occasion. Someone had already drunk the white ink's wine, and then someone put the food box into the stream. The winding water flows, the elegant things, everyone enjoys it, and no one needs to preside over it.

There are also people who flow to Bai Mo, and Bai Mo also took advantage of the excitement to write a few small poems, which are nothing more than "after alienating the flowers and snow, the wind and the moon will never know about it", although there are applauding voices, some people belittle their lack of skills.

After a few rounds of circulation, most of the participants had already written poems, and the Mangshan Poetry Meeting was nearing its end.

In the end, Wei Zhen put the food box into the stream, and the food box went down the stream, and before it was far, it stopped in front of Bai Mo, no matter how the stream hit, it just didn't float forward.

Bai Mo has written two poems before, and some elegant people have changed their impression of him, seeing this situation, Meng Yu stroked his beard and smiled and said: "Liuyu loves you, I can't bear to leave, this is the will of God to ask you to make another poem, and it will be passed on as a good story." Baimo friends, don't miss it. ”

Bai Mo got up and saluted, "Thank you, old man, for reminding me." Bai had already written two poems before, and there was no poetry at this time, so it was better to fill in the first words to change the taste of the gentlemen. ”

After that, Bai Mo smiled mysteriously, spoke at a neutral speed, and said without pausing:

"The age is in Beixuan, the ugly twilight spring, and the Lan Pavilion is repaired. There are lofty mountains and mountains, lush forests and bamboos, clear streams and turbulence, reflecting the mountain yin. The winding water flows, the sages are complete, and the wind and the weather are clear. It is also enough to provide a song and a song to tell the romance. ”

"The man of the sad man. or the profligate wreckage meets the drink. Although it is fast and self-sufficient, the end is at the end, the old age is coming, the rear view is still tired, and the traces between the pitches have been revealed. Xinghuai also, the reader of the future, has a feeling. ”

If the two small poems of Fang Cai Baimo are just Wang Sun Gongzi's deliberate love for the poems, this "Qinyuan Spring" is really taking advantage of this situation. The first three four-character sentences at the beginning of the word are plain and rushing, just talking about the cause, and the back is "the scene", slowly outlining the real scene at the moment, and after a few sentences, a strong and peaceful scholarly atmosphere is about to come out.

For a while, the virtuous and famous people who participated in the poetry meeting were stunned, and they were all reminiscing repeatedly, and the taste became stronger and stronger, piercing the intestines, and the old man got up directly and clapped his hands, and couldn't help but praise loudly: "Wonderful!" I'm afraid that in this hundred years, it is difficult to find anyone who can stand out! ”

"Wonderful!"

"It's not as good as Wang Qiushui, at least it's better than Song Zhongqing."

The elegance that had just faded became loud again, and even some old men began to talk about the structure of the word word by word, and the rhetoric of the word.

Bai Mo waved his hands around, with a strange smile on his face that the conspiracy had succeeded, and kept muttering: "Fang Yue of the Southern Song Dynasty, if his reputation is not good, it has such an effect, tsk......t"

Xun Wufei was still sitting on the very side, and his mouth began to mumble to himself: "It's a little more solemn than Wang Qiushui, a little more bookish, but too little innate aura." ”

With that, he shook his head, raised his glass, and took a sip.

In "The Twelve Qualities of Merry", Wang Lingshen, the originator of the Chonghe poetry school, has been the first in a product for 30 years, and was evaluated by Pei Xingjian as: "Literature and art first, martial arts first, instrument knowledge first, Tao strategy first, but unfortunately indifferent is also the first, useless in the world." And it was mentioned before that Wang Qiushui, who was compared with Bai Mo, became famous much later than Wang Lingshen, and became famous by relying on his aura, but as soon as Wang Qiushuifu became famous, he became the second in the first product, and Wang Lingshen was called the king of poetry in the north and south, and it was also the biggest wonder in the literary world in recent years.

can be compared with Wang Qiushui, which shows how shocking his words are.

It can be expected that once this poem is spread out of Mangshan, it will definitely make Bai Mo's name directly included in "The Twelve Grades of Merry", and may even jump into the previous ranks.

However, the real dish has not yet begun.

This is Bai Mo's debut, how can he impress the world without doing enough scenes?

"In the Mangshan Poetry Club, the poems you composed, I have asked Wei Gongzi to order someone to transcribe them, Bai thinks, it is better to be a set, this is under the Lanting, it is called "Lanting Collection", what do you think?"

There is no plaque hanging on the old pavilion not far away, but since this white prince who has just come out of the limelight says that it is called Lanting, then it is called Lanting, and I believe that the Prime Minister's Mansion will soon send someone to create a gilt plaque and hang it on this small pavilion, and its original owner will not have any opinions.

"It's exactly what I want, the old man has no opinion." Meng Yu was the first to speak.

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

Bai Mo smiled, took a pen and paper from the hand of the little guy next to him, and wrote down three large characters in regular script with Zhong Lingyuxiu: "Lanting Collection." ”

Turning the page, I wrote three small words on the second page: "Lanting Collection Preface." ”

……

The poetry meeting has come to an end, and then regardless of the old and young, they all began to talk and laugh and drink, and from time to time in Wei Zhen arranged to serve the maidservant up and down his hands, the famous Bai Mo and Wei Zhen in the year of the tiger and wolf are naturally not exempt from vulgarity, for a while, here the sound of the warbler swallow language, lingering, only one person is still sitting in the right place, only concerned about drinking.

Xun Wuyi.

From beginning to end, this green-shirted warrior seemed to be out of place here.

There are mountains, water, poetry and wine, fast.

There are mountains, water, poetry and wine, what do you want?

Xun Wuyi drank by himself. The lady next to her seemed to be infected by this scene, looking at him with confused eyes, but she didn't move or speak, as if she did something to destroy the unique temperament of this cold man.

Bai Mo hugged a lady and walked over drunk.

Xun Wufei didn't turn his head, still only cared about drinking.

"Xun Qing, come and be happy," Bai Mo said presumptuously: "Anyway, there is a lot of time, hahahaha!" ”

Seeing that Xun Wuyi was not moved, Bai Mo let go of the Jiao Niang beside him, grabbed Xun Wufei's shoulder, held the wine glass, and said vaguely: "If your name is Xun Quan, maybe I will think you are a saint." ”

"It's Xun Guo or Xun Wupeng, it's just a title."

"As far as I know, that sage Xun Jing, who attaches equal importance to Confucianism and law, has been dead for one hundred and twenty years."

"The clansmen have always said that my lineage is a descendant of Xun Qian, but the genealogy is lost, so it is not believable."

Bai Mo took a sip of wine, and suddenly asked teasingly, "You weren't invited by Wei Zhen, or even by Wei Zheng's group of friends." ”

Xun Wuyi was shy for a moment, and seemed a little embarrassed: "It's just that I'm thirsty, and I happened to pass by here, so I came to drink wine." ”

At this point, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Fang Cai Bai Mo had already said hello to Wei Zhen, saying that this Xun Wuxian must be a person with real talent and real learning, and if he can be included in the Prime Minister's Mansion, it will also be a good thing. Wei Zhen readily agreed, so Bai Mo came to the test.

After a few sentences, Bai Mo really had some love for talent.

"Brother Bai, there are three questions in Wuyi, which seem to have haunted his mind since he was born, and he has been wandering around for twenty years, as if he has been just looking for the answers to these three questions. Brother Bai, can you answer one or two for Wu Fei? ”

"Although Xun Qing asked, Bai knew everything and said everything."

"Ask the universe, ask the heavens and the earth, and ask the common people."

Bai Mo was dumbfounded for a while.

After sorting out his thoughts, he said: "The universe, the four directions come and go, the heaven and the earth, up and down, left and right, the living, the things of the Tao, birth, old age, sickness and death." ”

Xun Wufei shook his head: "Your statement is the same as Wang Lingshen, but this is not the answer I wanted. ”

"Do you know Wang Lingshen?"

Xun Wuyi became shy again: "I just made him a scholar." ”

"Being close to Wang Lingshen, Bai is already satisfied." Bai Mo hugged Mei Ji beside him and kissed her on the face, "Beauty, let Brother Mo love you~"

"What kind of system." Xun Wufei's words were criticism, but he said it with a smile.

"I just hope that if Brother Bai has time, he can help Wu Fei think about these three questions, Wu Fei is grateful, if Brother Bai can really say an answer called Wu Fei's heart and mouth, Wu Fei is willing to be poor for a lifetime as a reward."

……

Soon after, no one remembered the Mangshan Poetry Society, only the Lanting Yaji, or the rumored Liuyu Poetry Society, as well as the Qinyuan Spring written by Bai Mo, and the Preface to the Lanting Collection.

Bai Mo is in the literary world, and he is beginning to emerge.