"It's also Xiao Wu, if it was worth a dollar, the instructor would have kicked Xiao Wu out a long time ago." Black Rose smiled when she thought of Nangong Yin being kicked out by Instructor Gong Ling.

"You two are simply too picky, at least at the beginning of 10,000" Nangong Yin looked at Poppy and Black Eagle with some dissatisfaction.

"I'm twenty thousand," Black Eagle said as he looked at Nangong Yin.

"I'm thirty thousand." Poppy kicked the black eagle directly, and also looked at Nangong Yin and said.

"I'm 40,000"

"I'm 50,000"

"I'm 60,000"

"Don't make a fist," Black Rose said helplessly as she watched the topic inexplicably become a dispute between the two people.

"Don't make punches, this doesn't match my temperament," Nangong Yin said with a wink and looked at Black Rose.

"Then what are you going to do," Black Rose said as she looked at Nangong Yin, who was pulling her.

"All things are gone, only wine and poetry remain." Nangong Yin let go, took the hand of the black rose, stood up with a jar of wine, and said proudly.

"Tibetan hook shoots over the flowing water," the death doctor asked as he looked at Nangong Yin, who stood up, with a wine glass.

The poetry of Nangong Yin's undercover Fu, the death doctor, they all know how to drink in ancient times.

And Nangong Yin also played with the death doctor in the North Temple School, and Black Rose was also very interested in the poetry and songs of country Z.

Poetry in the traditional form of sentimental meaning and charm is more acceptable, it is the unique charm and function of the Chinese language, which is not found in any other language and can not be translated, and no language can be translated, so the traditional poetry culture is the most unique form of expression and literary heritage in the history of world literature.

"There's no water here, why don't you shake the dice, how about losing the poem" Nangong Yin held a jar of wine and looked at the death doctor

"Tibetan hook" is also called "send hook", which is simple and easy. That is, Party A will hide the "hook" in his hand or hide it outside his hand, clench it into a fist and let Party B guess the degree, guess the wrong penalty for drinking, which is like the current "guess whether there is or not".

"Shooting" is the first detachment, also called "dividing Cao", first let one side secretly cover the object under the vessel for the other party to guess, shooting is to guess or measure the meaning, there is a poem written.

"The next seat sends the hook spring wine warm, and the wax lamp is red."

The so-called "flowing water" is to choose an elegant and secluded place, the literati and artists sit on the edge of the gurgling water according to the order, one person puts a cup full of wine on the upper stream to make it go downstream, the wine glass stops in front of someone to take and drink, and then take a little drunk or howl or aid Han to make a poem.

"Yes," Poppy instantly pulled out a sieve and threw it on the ground, looking at the rest of the people.

"Ah, you want to talk about poetry," Black Eagle said as he looked at Nangong Yin.

"That's right," Nangong Yin looked at the hesitant Black Eagle, smiled and bent her eyes, "I hope this time, Black Eagle, you don't make a mistake in the poem." ”

"As long as you get it right." Poppy rolled the dice, looked at the hesitant Black Hawk, and rolled his eyes, "I remember the last time someone made a fool of himself, it seems that he said that he would memorize all the poems when he went back."

"I seem to have heard someone say it, big brother, have you ever heard of it," Nangong Yin sat on the ground, opened the wine jar, looked at Black Rose, and asked with a wicked look.

"I seem to have heard it too," Black Rose looked at Nangong Yin like this, and turned her head to look at the death doctor with a smile in her eyes, "Have you heard of it?"

"Yes." The Doctor of Death said as he looked at Black Hawk, who was standing next to him and did not move.

"Cut," Black Eagle listened to Nangong Yin, and when they said this, he instantly turned the dice, "I'll tell you, it's not certain who loses today."