He understood what Long Yu meant, that is, to capture Cai Yan's heart, and then ...... in front of Cai Yong's old man

Thinking of this, Long Xuan himself couldn't help but be moved and wanted to do something.

He set off, not choosing a high-profile Edgeworth flight, but setting off in a low-key manner.

There is a saying that those who sneak into the village do not want to shoot.

It was an important day, and many young talents rushed to the capital from all over the Han Dynasty to participate in the cultural meeting.

Even Cao Cao, Yuan Shao and Liu Bei were not idle, they set off early in the morning.

In the center of Luoyang City, a tall attic was built, on which was written Luoyang Wenhui.

"Do you think that's a fairy?"

Cao Cao saw a young girl, who was in the prime of her life, sitting elegantly and upright, with a sense of poetry and books.

"I'll take it, whose girl is this girl, I haven't seen Mao?"

Yuan Shao's eyes widened, compared to the girl in front of him, the wives in his family were almost like wild flowers.

As for Liu Bei, he couldn't help but look disdainful, and muttered: "Cut, it looks good, but it can't be eaten as a meal." ”

"Isn't this Cai Gong's daughter?"

Someone recognized the girl in front of him and couldn't help but shout in surprise.

Who is Cai Yong, that is the contemporary Confucian, known as one of the three people with the highest literary achievements, and the leader of countless literati and writers.

At this point, no one can compare with it, and it can be compared with the fourth generation and the third prince of the Yuan family.

"Why haven't I seen Old Man Cai's daughter?"

Yuan Shao looked angry, he knew that he had asked someone to propose marriage, after all, the two of them were right.

"It is said that Miss Cai is very good at writing and is proficient in music, but she is not my thing."

Cao Cao likes someone else's wife, and he is nicknamed Cao.

"Cai Gong's daughter, if I marry, I will fight for twenty years less."

Liu Bei's eyes rolled, he was excited, marrying Cai Yan and serving as the third prince was not a dream.

"Today is an important day, and then we will meet friends with literature and determine the number one talent in the world."

There is a big man in the attic, his name is Cai Yong, he is the current Confucian, and he is responsible for coordinating the literary meeting.

"The first question is to make a poem about the moon, if you think of it, you can speak."

Cai Yong said lightly, looking at the young talents in the audience, he nodded with satisfaction.

Hearing this, Yuan Shao was one head and three big, and he couldn't get this thing for Nima to compose poems.

Cao Cao took out a pot of soju and drank it in a big gulp, cheering himself up, wanting to brew something.

Seeing that the audience was very silent, Liu Bei immediately stood up, he planned to strike first, and he happened to be famous among the younger generation.

"Ah, this moon is not ordinary."

"Ah, all the heroes, come and meet."

"Ah, Liu Bei is a talented person."

"Ah, I'm fighting for the lead."

Almost in one go, he shouted out in one breath, admiring his literary brilliance more and more.

But Cao Cao next to him almost laughed off his big teeth, hehe, this is poetry, bullshit!

"Ah, Liu Bei, you big-headed ghost."

"Ah, Liu Bei, you are stupid and out of stock."

Everyone scolded Liu Bei with a sneering face.

"Hmph, the scum who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to ......"

Cai Yong was angry and almost drove him out with a stick, but he finally held back, after all, he was a relative of the emperor.

"When is the bright moon, ask Qingtian for wine...... I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

A loud voice came, causing everyone present to have a reverie and fall silent in fantasy.

"This man is definitely a literary master."

Cao Cao couldn't help but say with admiration that this poem couldn't even be made by himself in a short period of time.

"Miss, do you think this poet will be a handsome boy with a lupine scarf?"

Hearing the maid beside him speak, Cai Yan couldn't help but roll her eyes shyly.

"Which young talent is the one who wrote the poem, the old man wants to discuss it with you."

Cai Yong felt that the poet must be a young man full of wealth and had the same temper as him.

"Are you sure Cai Gong wants me to come out to meet?"

Long Xuan, who was in the distance, opened his mouth and spoke, and his voice slowly came.

"This voice is like a natural sound, with masculine power, it must be a young talent."

Cai Yong's mind appeared one after another, and he couldn't help nodding secretly, and then glanced at his daughter.

"If this young talent is really good, it is better to entrust his daughter to him." Cai Yong thought to himself.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully obtaining Cai Yan's ten favorability."

"Come out, boy! The old man wants to talk to you about literature? ”

Cai Yong couldn't wait, he was in a hurry to choose a son-in-law for his daughter.

"Hey, people are so enthusiastic, I'll die."

Long Xuan waved his hand helplessly, and stood in the center of the attic in three or two steps like an immortal.

"The heroism of this life is compelling, and he is really a big husband."

"The poem is good, Renjun, I can't wait for him."

After seeing Long Xuan's appearance, everyone present praised them to show their admiration.

"Master Guoshi, what's going on, don't tell me that you made that poem just now?"

Cai Yong was dumbfounded, with a bewildered look.

"I rely on Master Shi to compose poetry?"

Yuan Shao and Cao Cao's eyes widened, and they looked disbelieving.

"He is worthy of being an immortal, and even his literary attainments are so high."

Since she first saw Long Xuan, she was shocked, and now she is even more excited.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully gaining ten points of favorability."

Looking at the girl in front of him, Long Xuan just responded with a faint smile.

"Isn't it just writing poems about the moon, I'll have a few dozen poems first, old man Cai, you can listen to it."

"The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time."

"The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream......"

Long Xuan recited dozens of poems in one breath, almost one poem at a time, and hundreds of poems in a circle.

"I deserve to be a teacher, I am amazing."

Cao Cao composes his own poems, and he has to walk ten and eight steps at the earliest, otherwise he can't think of it.

"He is worthy of being an immortal, and writing poetry is like drinking cold water."

"Sword Immortal Long Xuan, the great Confucian of the world."

One by one, people began to shout, and they were eager to rush over immediately to admire the demeanor of the new generation of Confucianism.

"Hey, I'm actually a rough man." Long Xuan said with some embarrassment.

His literary level is borrowed from the skills of many famous artists in later generations.

As the saying goes, write someone else's poems, so that others have no poems to write.

"Well, the master is too special."

The people who wrote hundreds of poems are rough people, so they are not savages in the mountains, or even monkeys who don't understand anything.

"What kind of system, what kind of system ......"

Cai Yong's head exploded, and Long Xuan in front of him was insulting himself for being a wine bag and rice bucket in disguise.

Today, Cai Yong's face was lost, and he held the Luoyang Cultural Conference, but he was smashed by Long Xuan on the spot.

He flicked his sleeves and turned away.

"Dragon Immortal, my young lady wants to see you."

A maid walked beside Cai Yan and said respectfully.

"If you want to see me, then lead the way."

Long Xuan smiled slightly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but reveal a treacherous smile.

"I'll take it, Shizun really deserves to be an immortal, and his ability to pick up girls is really good."

Yuan Shao looked envious, and Liu Bei could only shake his head discouragedly.

(End of chapter)