"Oh? Why did Brother Xu say this? He Zhizhang poured himself a glass of wine, leaned his neck and drank it, wiped the wine on his beard, and asked with a smile. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Xu Wenchang sneered: "In the poem of Fang Cai, 'You don't see Su Qin and Han Xin, who knows that you are handsome. Once I met Shengmingjun, I wore a gold seal on my waist', didn't Brother He think it was too kitsch? ”

There was some bitterness and ridicule in his tone. Everyone knows that he has repeatedly failed to take the exam, and he has failed to pass the exam eight times in a row, and he has always been cynical, but he didn't care much.

He Zhizhang laughed and said: "The old man doesn't think it's a good thing for young people to be motivated." ”

Xue Lingzhi was a little resentful, and said: "I have heard for a long time that Qingteng Jushi is famous, I don't know what new works there are recently?" ”

Xu Wenchang glanced at him, got up suddenly, strolled to the window, looked at the bamboo forest outside, sat back in front of the desk, spread a piece of snow-white rice paper on the desk, dipped the pen in ink, and chanted slowly while the dragon flew and the phoenix danced: "Last night, when the wind and moon were in front of the window, the number of poles sparsely affected the book. Today, it is extended to the stream vine, and I still feel that the autumn sound is flying at the bottom of the pen. ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, Shen Cheng saw Xu Wenchang's body, and slowly condensed a pale cyan aura.

Everyone held their breath and watched quietly, only to see Xu Wenchang pick up the brush, wave the letter pen, leaving a cloud of ink halo on the snow-white rice paper, Xu Wenchang raised the wine glass next to him, took a sip, and then spit the wine on the rice paper with a pop, and the ink halo gradually opened on the paper.

Xu Wenchang condensed slightly, opened his wrist, and after a while, a vigorous and powerful bamboo jumped on the paper.

Everyone let out a chorus of exclamation.

As soon as the word "fly" fell, Xu Wenchang also happened to stop writing, only to see that on the rice paper, there was a deep and far-reaching, sparse and mottled bamboo cultivation map, the shade is appropriate, and the aura is full.

At the moment of putting down the pen, Shen Cheng clearly saw that there was a trace of clearly visible green energy evaporating from this painting.

Could it be that this is the tone of Confucianism?

I have to admit that Xu Wenchang is really pretending to be round, not only made a good poem on the spot, but also drew a hard-to-find bamboo picture when chanting poetry.

"Good, good, good, worthy of Xu Wenchang, who is unique in poetry and painting!" Zhang Xu couldn't help but shout, and the case was amazing.

Xu Wenchang made a hoop, sat back at the table, and continued to drink.

The Fujian talents present looked at each other, and they all felt that they were at a disadvantage, and they all focused their eyes on Shen Cheng.

Shen Cheng felt very troubled, although his body was notorious, how could he make any poems in a hurry? Not to mention painting, it's okay to ask him to draw a robot cat Tinker Bell, but if he paints professionally like Xu Wenchang, it's impossible at all.

Looks like I'm going to have to find some time to practice drawing.

At this moment, he saw the barrage sent by Fan Qingyu.

Fan Fan Fan Fan: "Shen Xiaoyou, you can also chant a few poems about Yongzhu, and also use colors, I have a few suitable poems here, you can look at and choose." ”

Looking at the barrage sent by Fan Qingyu, Shen Cheng secretly screamed ashamed in his heart, stood up, followed Xu Wenchang's example, paced to the window, looked at the bamboo forest that stretched for miles outside, and slowly chanted: "Chic jasper branches, the breeze chases Jin Xian." Count the rain in Weichuan, a wisp of smoke in the Xiangjiang River. If you don't see the phoenix tail, who knows the coral whip. Ke Tingding met and was shocked to hear the music. ”

A wisp of invisible green qi suddenly rose.

He Zhizhang sighed in a chic manner: "A good sentence counts the rain of Weichuan and a wisp of smoke of the Xiangjiang River, just by virtue of this sentence, hearing this good sentence, it is like drinking mellow mash, and I don't feel drunk." ”

Lin Hejing had some objections and said: "In my opinion, although this poem is good, it is still not as good as Xu Qingteng's wonderful writing. ”

Shen Cheng didn't answer, but continued to chant: "The east wind makes up for the remnants of the mountain, and blows jade and several rods overnight. Half-off brocade clothes are still half-dressed, and the dragon does not believe in the spring cold. ”

Everyone applauded. Even the arrogant old man Lin Hejing nodded again and again, full of praise.

Shen Chengyou did not stop, without hesitation, and continued to chant loudly: "Dew the lead powder festival, the wind shakes the green jade branches." It is like a gentleman, and there is no place that is not suitable. ”

Without hesitation, it's another poem, which is a bit too much, right?

Everyone present was slightly surprised, but they still listened attentively.

Shen Chengke didn't care what they thought, he said sorry in his heart, and continued to chant: "Count the dark jade color, and the evening and evening green smoke." The sound breaks the dream of the cold window, and the roots wear green moss. Gradually cage when the threshold day, want to get the eight curtain clouds, not Shanyin guest, who loves this king. ”

A series of four bamboo poems were sung like a string, like a series of beads, and the cyan literary qi gradually condensed into an entity, rising into the sky like a pillar of smoke, and the entire "Meditation Courtyard" was silent, and even the concubine Xuan, who had always been quiet and elegant, looked at Shen Cheng in surprise.

But Shen Cheng's poem was not finished, and without thinking, he chanted again: "Bamboo, Linchi, like jade." Quiet and smoky green. Grab the festival and rather change, and be self-restrained. There are many kinds of Weiqu, and the Wang family does not see enough. The fairy scepter is turning into a dragon, and the beauty should be ripe with the phoenix. Only sorrow blew the sound of parting, looking back at the speed of the dance. ”

A piece of Wei-style Yinzhu technique that has been passed down through the ages shocked everyone present, and for half a minute, no one spoke.

The shock continued, and in the following time, Shen Cheng, with the help of the sailors in the live broadcast room, sang sixteen bamboo songs in a row, which shocked these eternal talents to look at each other, and they didn't know what to say.

In the live broadcast room, Shen Cheng's performance made all the sailors in the live broadcast room so happy that they launched a barrage.

"6666, the anchor has opened up well, suppressed these ancients, and made a long face for us traversers."

"That's collective wisdom."

"Sing with me: unity is strength! Ready, up! ”

……

He Zhizhang sighed: "Listening to Shen Jun's bamboo today, I knew that there would be no bamboo in the future." Drink, drink. ”

Ba Si Pa also praised: "Many people in the south of the country are handsome and elegant, and they are romantic, and when I saw Shen Xiaoyou today, I knew that this was true." ”

Shen Cheng's 16 songs of bamboo came out, but also ignited the enthusiasm of the literary society, the talents present are all eyes above the top, since ancient times the literati are light, and how can they be monopolized by Shen Cheng, for a while, the sound of shaking the head is endless, and you can see the light cyan smoke column slowly rising everywhere.

Shen Cheng finished chanting the poem, sat back beside He Zhizhang, and drank with this dashing old man and Zhang Xu, who also loves wine.

He Zhizhang said with a smile: "Wonderful, it is rare to have a few confidants in life, everyone is not informal, and it is really a great thing to drink a few bowls." ”

Shen Cheng said: "That's right. He poured a glass of wine, raised his glass slightly to the two of them, and drank it all.

Zhang Xu said: "I didn't expect Shen Jun to look delicate, and he is refreshing to drink, but your wine glass is too small." He shouted, "Acquaintance, bring us three large bowls!" ”

On the side, a monk took three large bowls and handed them to the three of them.

Zhang Xu lifted the wine vat, poured three bowls full, lifted one bowl himself, drank it all, and shouted: "Happy!" ”

He Zhizhang and Zhang Xu are both open-minded and uninhibited people, and the two of them have three bowls in a row in an instant, but their faces still do not change.

Shen Cheng drank two bowls, and he felt a little bloated, and said with a wry smile: "The two of you are worthy of drinking the Eight Immortals, and you admire them tightly." ”

He Zhizhang Qi said: "What is the Eight Immortals in Drinking? ”

Shen Chengxin said: It seems that there will be no such statement. Immediately hit the desk with his hand slowly, and chanted: "Zhizhang rides a horse like a boat, and sleeps at the bottom of the well." Ruyang Sandou began to face the sky, and the road was salivating at the mouth of the koji car, and the hatred was sealed to Jiuquan. Zuo Xiangri spends 10,000 dollars, drinks like a long whale sucking hundreds of rivers, and holds a cup of music and is called avoiding sages. Zongzhi is a chic and beautiful young man, looking at the blue sky with white eyes, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind. Before Su Jin Changzhai embroidered Buddha, he often loved to escape Zen when he was drunk. Li Baidou has 100 wine poems, and the restaurant in Chang'an City sleeps. The Son of Heaven couldn't get on the boat, and he said that his ministers were immortals in wine. Zhang Xu had three cups of grass sage, took off his hat and exposed his crown in front of the prince, waving the paper like a cloud of smoke. Jiao Sui Wudou Fang Zhuoran, talking loudly and shockingly. ”

He Zhizhang clapped his hands and shouted: "Good, good, what a song of the Eight Immortals in the drink!" According to the old man, the world's poets, you and Li Taibai share eight buckets, and the rest have two buckets. ”

Zhang Xu was drunk at this time, suddenly took off his boots, lifted his pen, and wrote about the wild grass on the courtyard wall.

It was the song of the Eight Immortals in the drink that Shen Cheng sang just now.

Shen Cheng watched intently, only to see Zhang Xu's pen walking the dragon and snake, the pen is chic and unpredictable, the pen is powerful, pouring down, changing like a ghost and a god, and it is unpredictable.

After writing the last feast, Zhang Xu suddenly threw his pen and fell asleep.

Next, Shen Cheng was caught by He Zhizhang and drank a few glasses, feeling a little bloated, and immediately asked a monk beside him for a convenient location, and then walked over.

The location of the thatched house was very biased, Shen Cheng searched for a long time to find it, and finally finished the catharsis, when he suddenly saw a familiar fat figure like a ball bounce over from a distance, and couldn't help but be shocked.

Isn't this Fat Jia Anlong?

With a move in his heart, he hurriedly restrained his spirit, picked up the 'Heavenly Charm Picking Stars', and quietly tiptoed behind.