Everyone has hit the door, and it can't be done without a fight. But what about the war, I'm afraid I will lose face again.

He Lang pondered for a few breaths, looked at Hu Li who was separated by a person on the table, and asked, "Hu Shilang, what do you think?" ”

Although the Ministry of Rites Shangshu is one level higher than Shilang, the other party is directly managed by the King of the Apocalypse, and his status is not lower than him. What's more, five peach and plum banquets have been held, and there have been scenes of poems and singing in the past, and the door is clear.

Hu Li said without hesitation: "Very good! ”

When he heard Wang Duan's proposal, he quickly looked at Dong Shumin, and his heart was immediately steady.

The eldest lady understands in seconds.

He smiled and didn't look back, his right hand clenched into a fist, and his thumb flicked to the side and back. pointed to the young man in white who was slipping a pair of chopsticks at the end of the table, and looked at the wolf and looked at the wolf with some good dishes.

It means that Xiao Shu is on the line.

Hu Shilang summed up, Dong Shu is a dull point, but he is a serious reader, and writing articles is a basic skill, not too bad. Other teenagers regard cultivation as their goal in life, and poetry and singing are just a side job, not necessarily good.

Time is in a hurry, even if Dong Shu's performance is bland, it doesn't matter. The civil servants of Qin Tianjian are idle every day, and often make some troubles. It is not difficult for them to write a fu in a hurry, but it is difficult to write a good work that can be circulated.

It was already past six o'clock in the afternoon, and the glow had subsided, and it would be dark in an hour. Send two people to block in front to consume time, and Zhou Ren will not have a chance to play, and the manuscript will be stillborn. Although it's not kind to be so kind, the scene is not good-looking, so I can't take care of it.

Historically, weak countries have no diplomacy.

When did Huaguo's interaction with Zhou's gain the upper hand? This time, the Dong sisters and brothers finally appeared and slapped them in the face, how could they fight back?

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were quickly placed on the table, and the little fat man Feng Duan had just poured the water into the inkstone, when he saw Dong Shu put down the chopsticks and walked over, he was immediately dumbfounded.

Big brother, don't bring such a scary. I haven't even started grinding the ink here, and you've made a great work?

Everyone in the audience, except for Miss Dong, who smiled proudly, was all dizzy. No way! The arithmetic can be correct, is it also a matter of luck?

Without thinking, Xintianyou bypassed the square table and asked in a low voice:

"Feng Chengcheng, where is the locker room?"

Dressing room? The little fat thief is clever and immediately understands. This product poured so much wine, trying to find a place to put water.

The officials of Qin Tianjian laughed dumbly, and said one after another, go and come back quickly.

After Xintianyou finished refreshing, washed his hands and walked out of the small building in the middle of nowhere. Feng Cheng, who was leading the way and waiting for him, saw this and hurriedly said:

"Brother Dong, the direction is reversed, the banquet is over there."

Xintianyou smiled and said:

"You can play by yourself, I won't mix."

For him, Dong Shumin's "Heavenly Spirit Root" doubts were solved, and the rest were nothing serious. What kind of wine fight, fighting question, fighting text, but children fighting to grab fruits. Even if there is a war in the world, in the face of such a big event as "the expansion of the sun and the destruction of the planet", it is just a battle of ants.

His body was full of qi and blood, and he couldn't suppress the breakthrough trend, so he had to rush to the house where the Chinese language was conducting experiments as soon as possible and hide.

When the Holy Fetus really arrived in Baisha City, he must be quietly searching for the people who fought in the City God Temple. The consequences of being found out will be quite bad, quite serious.

It's just a week without sheep, and he really isn't scared. It's a big deal to sacrifice the life-saving sword qi, and it will be slaughtered. But behind the people, it is the Xiaoshui Sword Sect that is standing, which will involve a series of troubles. Xintianyou is not ready to start a war against the Daomen and the world.

Feng Cheng saw that his cheeks were slightly red, thinking that he had drunk too much wine, and said:

"Brother Dong, do you need to take a break? There is a place in the peach and plum orchard. The banquet didn't disperse, and you left early alone, which attracted too much attention. Outside the garden, in addition to the people from the government, there are also Kaiguang Immortal Masters sent by Qingfeng Guan to secretly guard. ”

As a member of the royal party, as long as he is targeted by the back party, it is not a good thing.

Xintianyou nodded, feeling a little tricky.

The master of the Qingfeng Guan faction guards the Taoli Banquet because the rookie students have no combat effectiveness. And the protection of Huaguo can only be achieved to the extreme at the secular level. If you break into a powerful immortal master, you can kill all the people in the garden.

The streets outside were cordoned off and empty without a person. If you swagger out, it is indeed too eye-catching, and it is easy to be targeted. The master of the Kaiguang Realm is not so easy to get rid of, and after getting rid of Rong Sheng after leaving the Treasure Pavilion last time, he also asked Su Guoer to help act. Getting rid of Zhang Muzhi and Tong San is to take advantage of the first.

When breaking through, the sudden ascension of the realm will cause drastic changes in the environment, resulting in visions, and it is best to do it quietly.

What to do?

The qi and blood in the body are boiling, and it must be made quiet.

Looking for a room in the peach and plum garden to meditate and relax? It's too unsafe and easy to be disturbed.

Then there is only one way, writing.

Through writing, the body and mind can be re-ensured. It's like letting a volcano that is about to erupt temporarily dormant and then break through when the night is quiet.

"Let's go, Feng Chengcheng, aren't Zhou people going to write something?"

Hearing this careless sentence, the little fat man was dizzy. He looked at Xin Tianyou's face again and again to make sure he was not drunk.

Brother, that's not called something, it's called Fu. If you can write something more advanced than that, that's fine......

The two walked towards the lush peach and plum forest, and the arrogant voice floated in, it was Su Langzhong, who had been pretending to be blackfaced.

“…… The gentlemen were so quiet, they kept looking at the intersection, could it be that Dong Gongzi was waiting for him to escape? Stupid people are stupid and stupid, just hit two arithmetic problems correctly, is there really any ability? It's okay if you don't make a fu, just make a long poem and rhyme, hahaha...... Since no one squeaked, Su first threw bricks and led the jade......"

Wang Duan, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites of the Zhou State, shouted in a deep voice:

"Su Langzhong, the guest is as you please, how can you be crazy?"

Hua Guoshangshu He Lang reluctantly smiled:

"It's okay, let's wait for Dong Shu ......"

Dong Shumin asked:

"I'm going to catch Xiao Shu ......"

While speaking, the two of them turned out of the purple and red flower forest path. The young man's white clothes were like snow, and his eyebrows were picturesque, as if he had come out of Bai Yujing.

The sound of the piano was melodious, and Bai Linger played a song "Welcoming Cyclamen", which was just right for this scene.

When the two of them walked to the square table, Su Langzhong handed over the brush in a fake appearance and said: "I don't dare to take the lead, and I also ask Dong Gongzi to give advice, feast your eyes, hahaha......"

This is in the general!

The article pays attention to rendering the atmosphere, creating an artistic conception, and touching the heart, but it is not something that can be achieved in one wave.

In terms of situationalism, short poems are best written.

For example, "bright moonlight in front of the bed" is a big vernacular. For example, one night tossing and turning, the wanderer gets up in his clothes. When you see Qinghui and miss your hometown, you will feel that it is difficult to say a word. If the businessman is full of wine and food, he is leaning on the red and leaning on the green. If you tell him "Bright Moonlight", that's bullshit!

Later, playing with words became a kind of showmanship, such as "palindromic poetry". It is undeniable that there are also some masterpieces in it, such as Su Shi's "Jinshan Temple". In terms of achievements and influence, it is far inferior to his own "Water Tune Song Head. When is the bright moon?", "Nian Nujiao. Chibi Nostalgia", before and after "Chibi Fu"......

The article focuses on the idea first, and the expression second. The mind is empty, and the show-off becomes exaggerated.

The lyricism is endowed and reaches the peak of showmanship, which is extremely extravagant and gorgeous. Thinking to the peak of the shackles of the eight-strand text, only the retelling of the classics is allowed, and it is not allowed to have their own ideas.

What is more powerful than Fu is rhyme, which is actually a synthesis of poetry, prose, and fu. In addition to having the characteristics of the three, it must also be consistent with the rhyme and length.

The restrictions are so strict that even the people who like to show off their skills the most don't like to touch them.

Su Langzhong handed over the pen with a sneer, which was equivalent to inviting you into the urn. After all, no one can write a good manuscript in just five minutes. Isn't that more intelligent and quick-witted than Wang Bo, and can be called a demon!

Unexpectedly, Xin Tianyou unceremoniously took the brush and pushed the other party with a palm.

Sample, if you want to play with words, you will be blown up in minutes!

Su Langzhong fell to the ground and couldn't get back to his senses for a long time.

Straight lady thief, Lei Gong doesn't hit smiling people, and gentlemen don't use their hands...... This guy is crazy, Lao Tzu is still a messenger of Shangbang!

The boys and girls "boomed" and swelled up with a small wave of sound, chattering excitedly. They also wanted to beat Su Langzhong, who had a cheap face, but they didn't have the guts. Dong Shu took a breath of pickle for everyone, not too handsome.

did it at the state banquet, but it was a rare scene in a thousand years, and the officials were all confused.

After a few seconds, Wang Duan shook his head and sighed.

"Alas, drunken and immoral......"

He Lang said with a smile:

"It's okay for young people to be high-spirited. What's more, there is no dignity and humility in the peach and plum banquet, and there is no etiquette and customs......"

As he spoke, the young man in white walked to the square table with a pen in his hand. After a few breaths of silence, he was full of ink, and straightened out the bristles on the edge of the inkstone.

Because the table was low, he had to hang his elbows in the air if he wanted to write, and he had no support points, which was quite uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Hu Shilang was about to call someone to carry a chair, but saw that the other party moved. Hold the drooping cuff of your right arm with your left hand to avoid brushing it against the paper, and lean over and wave it.

The movements are natural, graceful and chic, without a hint of pyrotechnics.

The little fat man Feng Chengcheng was confused, why didn't Brother Dong's posture of holding the pen look like grasping chopsticks? When I got closer, I suddenly let out a soft "oh" and my eyes straightened.

Su Langzhong, who was sitting on the ground, saw that no one was paying attention, so he got up stupidly and took a closer look unconvinced. Suddenly, his eyes widened wider than the copper bell, and he exclaimed.

Only the two maids next to them were indifferent, they were illiterate.

Wang Duan smiled:

"It seems that Baisha City is really outstanding, and Dong Gongzi is afraid that he has written some great work. Su Langzhong, you read it out for everyone to see. “

This sentence is half sarcasm, half doubt.

With only a few words, what can you tell from good or bad? As the opposite, Su Langzhong is determined to pick thorns, and he has to say that he is not good, how did he become that ghost?