Everyone was shocked by Qi Fei's words!

This little scholar actually wants to make a poem? Is it something that you can make as an ordinary young man? Can a poem be made by a nameless little scholar?

Because of the existence of immortals and monks, most people are loose and uninhibited in their bones, which is manifested in words, but it is difficult to limit words to any rules and regulations. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because the style of writing is like this, the text is casual, and many people can't make the kind of text that is filled in the fixed rules of Pingping.

Most of the poems of the Xiuzhen civilization are the so-called five-character and seven-character ancient poems on the earth, with battles and rhymes, but there are few fixed quatrains and seven rhythms.

Generally speaking, only the saints, sons, and everyone in history can make the kind of poems that have battles, rhymes, and are within the rhythm.

Most of the remaining so-called great poets are ancient poems, and there is no rhythm to speak of.

But it is this kind of ancient poetry, as long as it is done correctly and rhyming, the artistic conception is relatively good, and it can already be passed on.

This is also the reason why several people were shocked when they heard that Qi Fei was going to make a seven-character poem, and their faces were full of disbelief.

That's something that only saints, sons, and everyone can write, and you, a young scholar, actually said that you want to write a rhyme poem, and it is the kind of rhyme poem with a proposition, how is this possible?

"Little scholar, are you sure you're not joking with us?" For the first time, the middle-aged man was serious and authentic.

Qi Fei naturally knew the situation of Xiuzhen civilization poetry, and he laughed loudly: "The civil and military talents in Xia are not boasted, and there is no second in martial arts, so I dare to say in the next, if it is a martial arts test, I can even win three yuan in the next, and there is no first in the text, so I dare not say that I will try to be in the middle, but do you want to say poetry alone?" Hehe, in today's world, I don't think I'm below anyone, even, even ......"

"Or even what?" The middle-aged man asked.

"I don't even think that my poems will be lower than the saints, sub-saints, and hundreds of sons in history!"

"What?"

"How dare you say that?"

"Bold! This little scholar, it's really a big boldness! ”

The middle-aged man suddenly stood up from the small stool, and then everyone followed suit.

The middle-aged man's face was a little cold: "Little scholar, since you dare to say such things, you must know that there is a decree in this dynasty, which is to disrespect the sages, if you make a poem, ......"

Qi Fei laughed: "This gentleman, the sage is respectable, why should I be disrespectful?" And my poems have not yet been written, how do you know that my poems are not as good as the sages? ”

Qi Fei's words made several people present very unhappy, this little scholar is only the sixth in the township test, and it is also a remote province, I am afraid that the talent is at most average, right? All the literary talents and martial arts strategies are said by himself, and no one knows what his ability is!

At this time, Qi Fei suddenly sneered and said, "Didn't you hear that when you were outside the hospital, the persuasion poem I recited was a seven-character quatrain?" ”

"Ahh

"What!"

"How, I'll think about it......"

"yes, this is really a quatrain!"

"It's really a quatrain, this is actually a quatrain!"

The middle-aged man's face changed rapidly at this moment, he looked at Qi Fei, and said in a meaningful tone: "Record the persuasion poem of the little scholar, and never miss a word." ”

As soon as these words came out, someone behind him immediately said yes.

Then the middle-aged man said to Qi Fei in a solemn tone: "I also ask a small scholar to compose a poem." ”

Qi Fei nodded, looked at everyone with a smile, then touched a white pipe pen on the table, walked slowly, and said softly: "Love poems are untitled, but interesting, I started." ”

He smiled as he walked, and then his face suddenly straightened: "It's empty words to disappear!" ”

"Ah, this sentence, this sentence turned out to be a sentence of the Seven Laws!"

"Seven Laws can even write such a sentence? How is this possible! ”

"It's really the beginning of the seven rules, such a beautiful and sad sentence, can it be written in the format of a poem?"

"I, I, I ......" Mr. Wu, an elegant man, is like a basin of cold water, even if this little scholar's sentence is not the beginning of the Seven Laws, but this sentence alone has surpassed his entire poem just now.

"Good!" The middle-aged man said suddenly, and then looked at Qi Fei who was smiling with a different color on his face, with a look of expectation.

Qi Fei took the white pipe brush in the void, and after a few strokes, he said softly: "The fifth watch clock on the moon slope upstairs ......"

Everyone was silent and began to savor the artistic conception of the poem.

"Dreams are far away, and books are urged to become ink."

"Okay, what a sentence!" The middle-aged man suddenly clapped his hands and shouted loudly.

"The wax shines on half a cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke is slightly embroidered with hibiscus."

"It's great, it's so wonderful, that the poem can write such a sentence, a masterpiece for the ages, ah no, a masterpiece for the ages!" One person shook his head and said, but immediately the middle-aged man waved his hand to interrupt his words, and then made a silent motion, afraid that this person's words would disrupt the scholar's train of thought and affect the birth of the last two lines of poetry.

Qi Fei slowly walked in front of everyone at this moment, smiled shyly, stretched out a white pipe pen, pointed at the elegant man Mr. Wu, and said loudly: "Wu Lang already hates Pengshan far away, and it is even more 10,000 miles away from Pengshan!" ”

Ten thousand, ten thousand, babbling, babbling......

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the elegant Mr. Wu turned pale in an instant!

Whether it's Xiao Lang or Liu Lang, they all refer to it in general, and Wu Lang is the same, but there is really a Wu Lang in front of him, so it's not a general reference, but a special reference!

It is empty words to disappear, and the moon is inclined upstairs for five watches.

Dreams are far away, and books are urged to become ink.

Wax shines on half a cage of gold jadeite, musk smoke slightly embroidered hibiscus.

Wu Lang already hated Pengshan far away, and he was separated by 10,000 Pengshan!!

The middle-aged man's expression became a little sluggish, and he muttered in his mouth: "Wu Lang already hates Pengshan far away, and he is separated by Pengshan by 10,000 weights, and by Pengshan by 10,000 weights......

Everyone was reciting this poem over and over again, Mr. Wu looked to the left and then to the right, but no one looked at him at all, and he suddenly had a salty throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out with "wow".

The poem of the scholar is not at the same level as his one, not a grade thing, just like fireflies and the bright moon, and like a glimmer and the sun, he suddenly has a feeling of disillusionment in his heart at this moment, and he only feels that he has studied poetry all his life, but it is clearly a big joke.

His mouthful of blood spurted out, which attracted the attention of the people around him, and the middle-aged man looked at him and said in a strange tone: "Old Wu ......"