Xuantian is not only a talent, in addition, he is also a cultivator with a lot of strength, with the realm of the third layer of the enlightenment period, in this literary fighting competition, he is also one of the best masters, plus he is the son of the king of the county, how can he endure such teasing by a shabby hillbilly.

"Su Shi, do you want to die!"

"What's the matter, if you want to fight, you're always with you. ”

"You!"

But Xuantian didn't know that Sun Haochi was not a so-called talent at all, and his strength was far above him, and he was a rare first-generation Red Dust Immortal refiner who had passed the Red Dust Experience, so how could he be afraid of him?

The two were not humble to each other, Tang Xuan on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and walked between the two, "Brother Xuan, Brother Su, this is Mrs. Wen's mansion, if you really want to fight, you can toss at the martial arts conference in three days, this is not a place to fight." ”

"Hmph, just because he still wants to participate in the martial arts conference, I'm afraid he doesn't have the guts. Xuantian snorted coldly and said no more, and stepped aside to think about the verses.

Sun Hao smiled chi, sat on the chair, and then picked up the food on the table and ate it, looking like he was holding the victory, Tang Xuan saw this, walked over and asked him, "Brother Su, seeing that you look calm and relaxed, could it be that you have already written a good poem?"

"Hehe, isn't it just a poem, what's so difficult about this. ”

"It's good that Brother Su has the bottom in his heart, but I still have the right for you not to have a stalemate with Xuantian, after all, he is the son of the king of this Xuantian Kingdom, and if you offend him, there will be no good fruit to eat. ”

Sun Haochi also heard Tang Xuan's words for his good, so he nodded and said, "Don't worry, as long as he doesn't provoke me anymore, I won't take the initiative to trouble him." ”

"Then I'm relieved. Tang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and asked again, "Brother Su, since your poem has already been written, why don't you read it out for Mrs. Wen to hear?"

"I originally wanted to let that Xuan Da Gong read it first, but I didn't expect that he didn't come up with it for so long, I really don't understand how he became one of the three great talents of this Xuan Ming Kingdom with his literary talent. Sun Hao stood up after speaking, glanced at Xuantian with a sad face, and sighed, "It seems that I still have to come first, if it doesn't stimulate him, he probably won't be able to write poetry." ”

"Mrs. Wen, my poem is ready. ”

"Then please ask Su Gongzi first. ”

Sun Haochi nodded, took a few steps forward to the side of Princess Yunshang, and read, "Ten thoughts, thinking of the country, thinking of the family, thinking of the society." ”

When Mrs. Wen heard this, she couldn't help but admire, "Ten thoughts, thinking about the country, thinking about the family, thinking about the society, which not only includes the feelings of missing the country and hometown, but also thinking about the country's society, good poetry, it is really a good poem!"

Look at the Xuantian genius on the side, his face at this time is like eating a dead fly, and he was found after eating half of it, "Damn, where did this Su Shi come out!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Wen, for your compliment. Sun Hao thanked him lately, and then took Princess Yunshang's little hand in front of everyone, which made Princess Yunshang's little face turn red.

"The second half of my poem is, enjoy the eight eyes together, enjoy the flowers, the moon and the clouds. After he finished reading the last two words, he smiled at Princess Yunshang, who lowered her head shyly and trotted away.

"Hahaha, good, good poetry. Tang Xuan stepped forward with a smile and put his arm around Sun Haochi's neck with one hand, "What a good eight-eyed appreciation, appreciating the flowers, appreciating the moon and appreciating the clouds, how did you construct your brain, Brother Su, to be able to make such a commendable poem in such a short period of time." ”

"Brother Tang, don't make fun of me, I can't compare to Brother Tang's ability to become dirty. ”

Sun Haochi and Tang Xuan chatted for a while, Xuantian's poem has not yet been written, and it is not that it cannot be written, but it cannot be better than Sun Haochi.

An hour passed in a blink of an eye, and the talented and beautiful people around were waiting impatiently, but they didn't urge because of Xuantian's identity.

Tang Xuan obviously didn't have any taboos, and directly opened his mouth to urge, "Brother Xuan, it's going to be dark soon." ”

"Hmph, I know. Xuantian snorted coldly and walked up to Mrs. Wen, "Mrs. Wen, I lost this question, please ask Mrs. to ask the last question." ”

"Well, then I'll come up with this last question. Mrs. Wen nodded, pondered for a moment, and then pointed at Sun Haochi and Xuantian respectively, "This last question is based on your own topic to make a poem." ”

To compose poems on their own topics, that is, to change the law to praise themselves, it seems simple but in fact it is not simple at all, poetry and poetry are not the same thing at all, not only to have the neatness of the poem, but also to make people hum out without twisting the mouth, the difficulty is quite a lot.

As soon as Sun Haochi heard this topic, he had already figured out which poem to compare, that is, the peach blossom hermitage of Tang Bohu, the head of the four talents, and he believed that as long as this poem came out, the victory or defeat would already be on the surface.

"Mrs. Wen, I'm fine. ”

"What!" Mrs. Wen was stunned, obviously she didn't expect Sun Hao to be so soon, you must know that poetry is equivalent to the amount of several poems, and it is normal that you can't write it in an hour or two, and now it's less than a cup of tea, which really makes her unacceptable.

"Hey, hey, Brother Xuan, Su will be ugly. Sun Hao turned his head and grinned at Xuantian, then put away his smile and suddenly became serious.

"The peach blossom nunnery in the peach blossom dock, the peach blossom fairy under the peach blossom nunnery, the peach blossom fairy planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms to sell wine money. ”

After reading the first sentence, Sun Haochi picked up a pot of wine on the table, and continued to read while drinking, "The wine wakes up only before the flower, and the drunk still comes to the flower to sleep, half-awake and half-drunk day after day." Flowers fall and bloom year after year. ”

"I hope that the old and dead will spend the wine room, and I don't want to bow to the front of the car and horse, the car dust and horses are full of fun for the rich, and the wine cup is rich and the poor are fateful. ”

Sun Hao Chi Yao pointed to the sky and the earth, "If the rich are compared to the poor, one is on the flat ground and the other is in the sky, if the poor cars and horses are poor, he has to drive me to be idle." ”

"Hahaha, hahahaha......"

"Isn't this guy crazy?

Sun Haochi heard the voice and looked at those who said he was stupid, "Others laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at others for not being able to see through it, and I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes." No flowers, no wine, hoe and ...... No flowers, no wine, hoe fields!"

Tang Bohu's poem Peach Blossom Nunnery, written about his life himself, in the eyes of the world seems to be crazy, but in fact madness is just his appearance, others laugh at him for being crazy, he laughs at the world can't see through the truth behind madness, all the pain is buried in his heart, although he has a great wish, but can not be appreciated, this poem can say that he has exhausted the pain of his life.

As soon as this poem came out, everyone present was silent, including Xuantian, the son of the king of the county.

After Xuantian was silent for a while, he reached out and took off the jade plate on his waist, threw the jade card towards Sun Haochi, and then turned around and left without looking back.

Although he was not convinced, he was also self-aware, and even if he was given decades, he knew that he could not write better poetry. However, he was not willing to lose like this, but wanted to win it back at the martial arts tournament two days later!

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