"The first question month, do you have an idea?"

This kind of vulgar poetry writing pretending to be forced to bridge, I didn't expect that I would encounter it! Then I had to reluctantly go up and come back.

"Don't hide it from the master, I often like to write one or two poems, of course, I have also written about the theme of the month, and using the poems I have written is not a violation, right?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as it has not been circulated in the world, you can count it."

Yang Zhengze nodded, took a deep breath, and prepared well.

Pacing slowly, he came to the window.

Brush!

Yang Zhengze pointed at the sky, the wind blew his long hair, rolled up his green shirt, and with that handsome and demonic face, the whole person exuded an inexplicably powerful momentum, which made the women of the entire hall instantly stupid.

I only heard Yang Zhengze's magnetic voice chanting: "When is the bright moon?" Ask the sky for wine. I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight? ”

As soon as the two sentences came out, everyone was stunned!

The disciples of Muxiangmen are all talented women who practice martial arts and also practice piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so they naturally understand how good Yang Zhengze's two sentences are, and even people who don't understand poetry can feel the meaning contained in them.

Yang Zhengze looked at the beautiful scenery of flying flowers outside the window, and had fallen into a state of selfless recitation, "I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is unbearable." Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, and nothing will be done to say goodbye. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. After a pause, Yang Zhengze opened his eyes, which flashed with a soft light, and slowly read out the last sentence, "I wish people a long time, a thousand miles...... Gong Chanjuan. ”

After the recitation of the word, the aftermath was still there, and the women present were all immersed in the artistic conception and could not extricate themselves.

Long.

Miao Yin was the first to speak, and said: "As soon as this word comes out, there is no match in the world!" ”

When the disciples of Muxiangmen in the hall heard this, they couldn't help but applaud. Suddenly, the applause was thunderous and endless.

When the applause gradually subsided, Miao Yin opened her mouth again, "This word shows your talent." Even if the next three questions are not over, I will use the authority of the head to allow you to pass the fourth level, how about it? ”

Yang Zhengze put away his sword and stood up, and said proudly: "No need, I am confident that I don't need your authority." ”

"Very well, let's go to the next question. Make a poem out of snow. ”

Yang Zhengze nodded, paced several times, and remembered a classic poem of a great man.

Turning to face Shen Yue, he looked at her gently, and slowly recited: "Wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring." It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches. Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring. When the mountains were full of flowers, she laughed in the bushes. ”

After reading the word, Shen Yue's face turned red, and his eyes looking at Yang Zhengze seemed to be dripping with water, which was abnormally moist. And everyone in the hall was shocked.

Without waiting for everyone to relax, Yang Zhengze opened his mouth again, "The third question is flowers, so let's do this one." I named it Yuan Xi, and the name of the word brand was Qingyu Case. ”

Chanted aloud: "The east wind blooms a thousand trees at night." More blows down, stars like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. ”

Miaoyin sighed, could this person be a word immortal? One after another, words that he had never heard before kept coming out of his mouth, and each word was full of feelings for Yue'er, which was just like he was at the beginning...... It's the same.

I only heard Yang Zhengze start chanting Xia Yan, "Moth snow willow golden wisps." The laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

As soon as he finished reading, Shen Yue couldn't suppress the feelings in his heart anymore, and threw himself into Yang Zhengze's arms, his eyes were in tears, and he cried and said, "Senior brother, I'm ...... I will marry you! ”

Yang Zhengze said softly 'um' and said, "The last one is for you." ”

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Yang Zhengze hugged Shen Yue and read out the "Slender Cloud Trick" that has been passed down in this plane for generations.

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win and there are countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can they be there, morning and twilight? ”

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell into a long silence. The woman with the story wept silently, and the girl Lori was confused and fell into a blurry dream.

Even the most calm and firm Miao Yin was silent for a long time at this time, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

Shen Yue, who was hiding in Yang Zhengze's arms, was even more confused at this time, and his heart was permanently tied to Yang Zhengze.

Looking at the performance of the crowd, Yang Zhengze couldn't believe it. If you can achieve this effect by reciting a few words in modern times, you can't believe it if you kill him!

He coughed, breaking the silence. Yang Zhengze looked at Miaoyin, "Master, can this level be counted?" ”

The contemplative Miaoyin was interrupted all of a sudden, and his face turned weirdly red, which made Yang Zhengze laugh in his heart: It seems that Miaoyin also has a story.

Turning around and discussing with a few elders for a while, Miao Yin said, "The fourth level has passed. Yang Zhengze, I have to say, you are very good, in words, I think you should be the first person in the world. ”

Yang Zhengze said that he didn't dare, but his heart was happy: if I knew that I was an ancient copyist, I don't know what she thinks. Fortunately, I only watched Shen Yue TV series, if I read the language book, I wouldn't be able to pretend to be so happy!

"And the last level, do you use the piano or the flute?"

Yang Zhengze waved his hand and said, "I'll play a song with Shen Yue." ”

Miao Yin thought for a moment and nodded.

Wiping away Shen Yue's tears with a tissue and holding a pair of soft wattles, Yang Zhengze used the spiritual power of spiritual energy to send the song to her mind.

"How, can it work?"

Shen Yue looked at Yang Zhengze gently and whispered, "Don't look down on me." I'm amazing! ”

smiled and nodded, looked at everyone, and told them a story of "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai". But the background was changed, and the school was changed from a college to a sect, which made the story more introductory.

When the story was finished and everyone imagined the scene of butterflies flying, Yang Zhengze and Shen Yue began to play.

A melodious flute sounded, like a heavy hammer, clasped into everyone's hearts, and Ling's soul was also shaken.

The sound of the flute mixed with the sound of the piano led everyone to a beautiful field, as if they saw two beautiful butterflies flying, showing lingering compassion.

As the tune gradually changed, sobs gradually resounded in the hall. At this time, there was a strange scene: colorful butterflies of all colors, fanning their wings, flew into the hall from the window, dancing around Yang Zhengze and Shen Yue.

This scene shocked everyone and looked at the two of them blankly, and the fluttering butterflies lined them like fairies.

The melodious music slowly lowered, and the butterflies gradually dispersed.

At the end of the song, the hall resounded with earth-shattering applause and cheers, which could not be subsided for a long time.

Coming to the two of them, Miaoyin's expression was still shocked, "Is it true that the butterfly has turned into a butterfly?" I didn't believe it, but looking at the scene just now, I had to believe it. ”

Yang Zhengze said: "Maybe." ”

However, my heart was slandering: If I hadn't controlled the butterfly with my mind, would you have been able to see the butterfly flying?

Silently praised himself, Yang Zhengze spoke:

"Have you passed this level?"