"Poetry is a small way, drinking wine and eating meat is a big husband"

Huihai, who has broken away from Buddhism, is becoming more and more freewheeling.

"This kind of thing is something like poetry, and we have a ten-year-old child here, so it's not a big deal."

Zhang Weitian said shamelessly.

"I wrote that poem when I was five years old."

The black cat is directly shameless.

With a stabbing sound, the coffin lid was lifted, and Li Bai, who was dressed in a brocade robe and wearing a hat unique to the Tang Dynasty, sat up.

Xu was stimulated, his eyes first fell on the place where the voice came from just now, the first one was a very white and fat monk, a talented monk who did not abide by the rules and precepts, he knew a lot; the second, a short-haired offspring in fancy dress, should have also been a monk; The third, uh, obviously a human voice, how could it be a cat standing there.

"Look at what, come out quickly, wait, don't ink!"

The black cat looked impatient.

An ordinary black cat could actually speak, Li Bai's body trembled, rolled his eyes, and fell straight down.

Stunned?

The black cat looked confused.

Chu Feng stretched out his hand and sucked Li Bai out and placed it next to the coffin.

The black cat sent a breath of aura.

Li Bai woke up in an instant, and saw several people and cats surrounding him, with a look of fear on his face.

"Who the hell are you?"

Chu Feng didn't explain, and directly sent a memory about the current situation.

Li Bai digested it for half an hour before he raised his head with a complicated face and said: "Li Mou is not an emperor and general, and he has no ability to fly to the sky, what is the purpose of resurrecting Li Mou when this myth descends to the host of the reality system?" ”

Everyone present wanted to know this question, and their eyes all turned to Chu Feng, who was powerful and omniscient.

"I don't know the way of poverty"

Chu Feng shook his head.

The crowd looked disappointed.

Recently it is the rainy season, the rain is particularly heavy, on the way back, it rained again, because the rain is very small, a line, six people and a cat, choose to brave the rain to advance.

As a walking poetry machine, Li Bai couldn't help but compose a poem about autumn.

"The river city is picturesque, and the mountains are looking ...... The people are cold orange pomelo, and the old sycamore in autumn ......"

Black Cat, Hui Hai, Zhang Wei, all rolled their eyes, knowing that you are a poet immortal, can you stop for a while, and then the three of them took out their mobile phones in unison, looking for autumn poems that can suppress Li Bai.

"The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor...... I want to talk about it. But the weather is cool and autumn. ”

In this drizzly world, Huihai's subdued and confident poetry first sounded.

In an ancient tomb in the south, the coffin board of the poet Xin Qiji seemed to tremble.

"The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is a golden beast. The festive season is again Chongyang...... Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ”

Zhang Wei shamelessly copied the words of the graceful poet Li Qingzhao, a big man wrote such a lingering and sympathetic thing, and Xu Jiarong, who was walking side by side with Chu Feng, had a chill.

"Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water...... The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. Alas, poems, words, songs, too simple, boring"

After the black cat copied Ma Zhiyuan's song, he didn't forget to pretend to be a force.

Li Bai compared it in his heart, and found that his poems were far inferior to the lyrics and songs written by these two people and a cat, both in terms of artistic conception and sentence choice.

His face changed, and he sighed: "When I meet you, Li Moufang knows that there are people outside the sky."

The two of them were a cat, and when they saw that Li Bai was forced to be convinced, they were very proud in their hearts, and they couldn't help but want to write poetry again.

Chu Feng coughed lightly, and the two of them were silent.

Seeing this, Li Bai asked curiously: "The Taoist is the teacher of these masters, and he is also an extraordinary literary talent, can you give me some advice?" ”

Not only the two of them are a cat, Su Shi and Xu Jiarong also looked at Chu Feng curiously, they have never seen the Taoist chanting poetry since they came, they are very curious about what poetry the Taoist will chant.

"Poor people can't write poetry"

Chu Feng shook his head.

The two of them copied poems in a cat, and they were complacent, but he couldn't do it, and one day it was debunked, which was definitely embarrassing with a capital letter.

seems to think of this, and the eyes of the two of them are a little strange.

"That's a pity"

Hearing Chu Feng say that he couldn't write poetry, Li Bai was quite disappointed.

I have to say that walking is really too slow, after about half an hour, there is still a long distance from the Taoist temple, Chu Feng simply released a golden light to envelop everyone forward, and in an instant came to a place three or four hundred meters away from the Taoist temple.

Unlike the light rain near Li Bai's tomb, the rain near the Taoist temple is slightly heavier.

Less than five seconds after Chu Feng let go of the golden light, everyone became a soup chicken.

"There is a guest from the Taoist temple, and the poor road is one step ahead."

Chu Feng disappeared in a flash.

Hui Hai, Zhang Wei, Black Cat, and Xu Jiarong hadn't been in the rain for a long time, so they thought it was funny and simply ran in the rain.

Seeing this, Li Bai also picked up his robe and ran along. Relying on the advantage of long legs, he ran faster than Xu Jiarong.

Su Shi shook his head and walked slowly in the rain.

In the courtyard of the Taoist temple (part of the unsealed), a young man of twenty-eight or nineteen years old, wearing a leather jacket on the upper body, jeans on the lower body, and big scalp shoes, walked around, looking very uneasy.

"Sir, what is the matter with the poor road?"

Chu Feng appeared on the side like a ghost.

The young man trembled with fright, turned around and said angrily: "Dao Chief, why don't you make a sound when you walk, it will scare people to death." ”

Chu Feng walked towards the stone bench under the big tree and said, "People who are mixed with black, how can you do it if you are so timid!" ”

The young man's face changed, and he quickly stretched out again.

"Dao Chang Master, the first time we met, you saw my identity, I"

"Tell me directly what you mean," Chu Feng interrupted the other party.

The young man groaned for a while, and explained the reason why he was here.

The young man, Cheng Youliang, is the general manager of the local construction company Tianlishi (the company is called a construction company, but it is actually doing the dirty work of forced demolition).

Five years ago, during the forced demolition of Tianlishi Construction Company, one person was killed and two people were seriously injured, and the general manager at the time, that is, Cheng Youliang's boss Ma Zhongcheng, was sentenced to five years.

As the No. 2 person, Cheng Youliang took over the company, and five years have passed in a flash, Cheng Youliang, who has made the company bigger and completed the whitewashing, was embarrassed to find that as soon as the eldest brother Ma Zhongcheng came out, everything in his hands had to be handed over.

After five years of hard work and handing it over to others, Cheng Youliang was of course unwilling, but there was no way, the prestige of the eldest brother Ma Zhongcheng was too high.

By chance, he heard that there was a Taoist priest in the mountainous area of Jiangbei who was very powerful, so he came here.

"So, you want to help you stop your boss from getting out of prison?"

Chu Feng didn't know what to say, this black boy, the old birthday star ate arsenic, he was tired of life, and he actually looked for himself.

"The prestige of the Taoist has been famous for a long time, and a small gift is not a tribute."

Cheng Youliang handed over a bank card.

Chu Feng wanted to slap people away, but after thinking about it, this can be used as a spice for boring life, so he pretended to hesitate for a while, and reached out to take the bank card.

"Actually, the solution is very simple"