Don't forget, you took four signs, which means that all four of them are great sages. Maybe you Qin Ying do have some talent and can get through the trick. But I don't believe it, he is a slave and a great talent, what great sage would be willing to be a slave with others."

Guo Ye stubbornly said: "But I don't know how you are going to solve the question"

"Well, that's easy, too. I only have one topic, you can make me a poem. I don't do it far, even if I don't use my power for personal gain. ”

"Then this poem has a name"

"Of course." Sun Shuanglin looked out the window, but when he saw the shade of green willows, he suddenly had an idea.

He said: "I think that when Guo Yeyongliu, the prince of Qin State of the Tang Dynasty, came out, he swept Pyongyang City. Willow trees are planted all over the city, and it has become a wind. Now I invite you Qin Ye to make a willow poem too. ”

Yuan Zhihe hurriedly said: "No, change the topic." With Qin Guogong's pearl and jade in front, even good poems have to be regarded as plain works. ”

"Whether it is a good poem or a bland work has its own opinion." Sun Shuanglin smiled proudly, arched his hand to the surroundings, and said, "Whether this poem is good or not, I don't count if I say it, and it doesn't count if you say it." You have to say it before you say it, don't you?"

"Master Sun's words are reasonable"

"Yes, it's the mules and the horses that take it out for a walk."

"As a great sage, can't you make a decent Yongliu poem?"

Guo Ye was not afraid, he rolled his eyes and said: "If I make Yongliu, I can still write it in everyone's eyes." Then Lord Sun is going to admit defeat and admit that I and a few others are great sages?"

Sun Shuanglin was a little smarter than he imagined, and said: "Even if you do it, it can only mean that you deserve the name of a great sage, but it can't represent others." However, "

"How"

"Don't say I don't give face to Yuan-sama. If you can compose four high-level hymns in a row, then I can open the net and admit that you are all great sages. ”

Yuan Zhihe said angrily: "A good poem is very rare, not to mention that it is better to let four people compose poems if you do four poems in a row." ”

Guo Ye nodded and said, "It's not difficult to sing four willows." ”

Why is it not difficult, because Brother Guo is really good at plagiarism

asked him to recite 300 Tang poems, of course he couldn't memorize them. But just one Yongliu, he really studied it.

I think when he was in college, he used to work as a tutor in order to earn some pocket money. The first preparation for the class was to explain He Zhizhang's Yongliu.

In order to get off to a good start, he once found several poems of ancient Yongliu and prepared to compare and appreciate them.

However, it didn't work, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was blocked back by his parents, and said, "Teacher, let's talk about whether those exams can be used or not."

As a result, the hard work of the whole night was in vain.

Unexpectedly, the crooked fight was right, and the sky lived up to its wishes, and this dragon-slaying skill came in handy today.

What does it mean to have a lot of skills, but now Guo Ye completely understands it.

He cleared his throat and said, "Rejuvenate your youth and seduce the spring breeze with infinite affection." The white snowflakes are in the air, and the green silk is weak. ”

This poem was written by the famous poet Bai Juyi, and although this poem is slightly inferior to He Zhizhang's work, it is enough to deter the Goguryeo people.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one. Those present are all readers, how can they not understand the subtlety of this poem

You can disagree with Sun Shuanglin, but you can't disagree with this poem.

Although Sun Shuanglin is the champion, he compares him to a giant tree, and everyone is a small sapling.

Although the gap is large, it is not without hope of catching up.

But what about Qin Ying in front of him, that is the white clouds in the sky. No matter how tall you grow, you can reach the clouds

Sun Shuanglin's face suddenly became extremely ugly, he clapped his hands, and said, "Good poems, good poems, but I don't know if there are any more."

"Yes, of course"

"The chaos has not yet turned yellow, and it will be crazy when it leans on the east wind. Solve the flying flowers and cover the sun and the moon, and I don't know that there is frost in the sky and the earth. ”

This is a Yongliu poem by Zeng Gong of the Song Dynasty, but when used here, it is a little provocative. Everyone present could hear that this was an insinuation that Sun Shuanglin was arguing with him, which was really unbelievable.

Sun Shuanglin said hatefully: "Brother Qin is indeed a good writer, and he deserves the name of a great sage." But I don't know if I will make it more difficult for you, do you dare to take it"

"Oh, you might as well tell me about it."

"The topic of Yongliu is too big, and I will add a word to this topic to Yongliu."

"It's not difficult to sing willow catkins" Guo Ye closed his eyes, as if thinking. Then he suddenly got up and said, "There is no wind and sunset on the pond, and Yang Hua flies after the sunshine." In order to clear the mirror of the delicate Lingqing, it is wet but there is no dome and cannot be returned. ”

"It's hard for you too"

"That's nature. There's the last one, and I'll listen to the next one. ”

"Slow" Sun Shuanglin frowned: "Your previous three poems are really good, but they are a fly in the ointment." ”

"What a fly in the ointment"

"Obviously, these three poems are written in spring. And now, it's summer. I don't dare to say that you copied this poem, but one thing is for sure, it was not done by you. ”

"So what"

"It's not that I want to do anything to you, but in the last poem, you can't do Wing Chun anymore. You can always make up the old work, but you can't show your talent. ”

Yuan Zhihe said: "The surname Sun, don't deceive people too much." ”

"I'm deceiving people too much, I should call the net open. Otherwise, if all four of them make Yongliu poems, I'm afraid it's you who really can't get off the stage. ”

Guo Yedao: "The two of you don't have to argue, isn't it just another song of willows and watch me sing another song of summer willows"

"No, no, no" Sun Shuanglin shook his head again and again, and said, "In case Xia Liu, you also have the last poem, I plan to refine the topic." ”

"Speak, please."

"I don't want you to sing about the summer willows in a poem, but I want you to sing about the autumn streams, and not only that, but there are also spring willows in it."

Guo Ye said in a deep voice: "You are sincere and embarrassed"

"You can be a top four sage, this kind of small topic, how can it be considered difficult?"

"Then let me think about it."

"You may want to, but not more than a quarter of an hour, and I'll start the time."

"I don't have to have a timer"

"Ah, there is"

"Yes, you listen to me: I once chased the east wind to blow the dance feast, and I was happy to visit the Spring Garden. How to be willing to the autumn day, has brought the sun and cicadas"

This poem was written by Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty, expressing the poet's feelings of being ambitious when he was young and sinking into frustration when he was old.

But when it came here, people looked at Guo Ye's dark face, but they couldn't help but think carefully about what the story of the person in front of them was, why he was so talented, but he was forced to be a slave with others

Even, he became even more disgusted with Sun Shuanglin. People are pitiful enough, and you still try your best to embarrass him

So, the hall applauded like thunder.

"Well, this poem is so well done, I don't know how many times better than some people who deceive the world and steal fame"

"This is the real talent"

"There is no hero when there is no hero, so the shaft becomes famous, if you come a year earlier, then the champion of the last session must be you"

Seeing that nothing could be done, Sun Shuanglin stomped his feet violently and said, "Okay, I admit defeat today, let's see." ”

With that, he turned around and left.

Yuan Zhihe smiled happily and said: "I didn't expect that Mr. has such a great talent, and being able to come to our leisure hall really makes this place flourish, and my surname Yuan is also honored." ”

Guo Ye didn't want to have anything to do with him, and said coldly: "Take the money to live in the store and trade fairly, but I don't want to be troublesome, so I have to come out." ”

"That's, that's." Yuan Zhihe didn't feel angry at all, and said: "Since you don't want to have a relationship with a layman like me, then a certain family will be lost first." If there is anything you tell the man, a certain family will retire. ”

Looking at Yuan Zhihe's back with such a good speech, Guo Ye frowned, and whispered to Kongkong'er: "Go and invite Monk Falin." ”

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