Yan Xiaoxiao tapped her head, dipped the brush in the inkstone, and then the pen walked away and the dragon snake waved on the rice paper. After a while, he put away the pen and ink, gently lifted the rice paper, and showed it to everyone.

Luo Chen looked over and saw that the handwriting on the rice paper was like a silver hook and iron stroke, very imposing, the handwriting was wild and uninhibited, and the force penetrated the back of the paper, it turned out to be an extremely rare wild grass, which was completely different from the beautiful hairpin flower on Yan Xiaoxiao's invitation that day.

Obviously, this Yan Xiaoxiao's attainments in calligraphy are also extremely good, and she is worthy of the name of a talented woman.

"Good!"

When everyone saw it, they couldn't help but cheer loudly again.

Yan Xiaoxiao smiled slightly, put the rice paper on the desk, and with a slight wave of her jade hand, the wine glass in the clear stream in front of the soldiers was in her hand again.

After pouring a glass of wine into the clear stream again, Yan Xiaoxiao smiled and said: "The prose poems are enough to be passed down to the world and add luster to today's poetry meeting, Xiaoxiao is extremely happy." You are all people who have read poetry and books, please don't hide it, and recite more chapters of gold and jade. With that, the jade hand waved again, and the wine glass slowly went down in the clear stream.

This time, the glass stopped in front of a green-shirted scribe. This scribe's name is Zhao Baohua, and he is a member of a famous academy near Qinglong City, and he is a well-educated Confucian. Zhao Baohua was also unceremonious at the moment, stood up and recited a poem.

It is naturally impossible for a masterpiece like a soldier to scatter people in a row. Everyone is commenting, Zhao Baohua's poems are quite appropriate, but they are far from the works of soldiers and scattered people. So in the laughter of everyone, Zhao Baohua picked up the wine glass calmly and drank it all.

Yan Xiaoxiao recorded Zhao Baohua's poems again, and then recalled the wine glass, filled it with wine, and put it on the clear stream.

This time, the place where the wine glass stopped was in front of Lu Bawang. Lu Bawang was quite talented, and recited a sharp seven-character quatrain. This poem has been unanimously approved by everyone, but compared with the poem "Side Words" by the soldiers, it seems too sharp and not restrained enough, so it is naturally at a disadvantage.

Without waiting for everyone to urge, Lu Bawang directly picked up the wine glass, and then drank it all. Not only has he been praised by everyone, but he can also drink the wine poured by the little fairy himself, and he is naturally very happy.

After putting down the wine glass, Lu Bawang glanced at Fang Qingfeng proudly. Fang Qingfeng gritted his teeth in anger and couldn't make a sound.

His previous poems that judged Bing Changsanren were refuted by Yan Xiaoxiao, but Lu Bawang's poems were praised by Yan Xiaoxiao. In contrast, Lu Bawang naturally has the qualifications to be proud.

However, he was not depressed for long, as he immediately found the next target to attack.

The wine glass flowed down the water again, but this time it stopped in front of the handsome young man.

"A nameless boy dares to come to participate in the little fairy's poetry party!" Fang Qingfeng stared at the handsome young man, and sneered, "I want to see what 'masterpieces' you can recite!"

The handsome young man's eyes were like electricity, and he glanced at Fang Qingfeng coldly. Fang Qingfeng felt as if he was being targeted by an ancient fierce beast, his face changed suddenly, and he couldn't say what he wanted to say anymore.

Yan Xiaoxiao glanced at Luo Chen in surprise, and then her face returned to calm, and she smiled lightly: "Mr. Luo Chen, please also chant the masterpiece." If there is no poetry, please drink this cup. ”

Luo Chen took a deep look at Yan Xiaoxiao and frowned slightly.

Yan Xiaoxiao's performance today was as if the verbal conflict in the Wanbao Building had never happened that day, which couldn't help but make Luo Chen feel strange.

"I said a long time ago, such a hairy boy can chant something!" As soon as the pressure on his body was relaxed, Fang Qingfeng refused to settle down, looked at Luo Chen and said disdainfully, "Such a person who is indiscriminate should be driven out of the park directly, how can he let him drink the wine poured by this little fairy himself?"

Xue Nu's face sank, and a trace of murderous intent appeared between his eyebrows. On Luo Chen's other side, Yan Cengge glared at Fang Qingfeng fiercely, and said in a low voice: "Brother Luo, don't hide it, I know your strength." ”

Luo Chen glanced at this self-cooked little girl helplessly, and said in his heart, what strength do I have. I've never learned these things.

Yan Xiaoxiao's beautiful face still had a shallow smile on her face, but she didn't urge. All the celebrities knew each other, but they didn't know who Luo Chen was, so they all looked at Luo Chen with great interest and waited for Luo Chen to speak.

Luo Chen glanced at the wine glass in front of him and slowly stood up.

Although this glass of wine was poured by Yan Xiaoxiao herself, it was not attractive to Luo Chen. Besides, Yan Xiaoxiao always used a wine glass, and this wine glass has now been drunk by the three of them, although Luo Chen is not a particular person, he does not want to be contaminated with the saliva of the three men. Therefore, he naturally did not choose to drink directly, but prepared to recite poetry.

"Which one is better?" Luo Chen thought to himself as he recalled the poems that the Holy Elder had put into his mind.

For this kind of behavior of taking other people's works as his own, Luo Chen is actually very disdainful in his heart. However, this time the other party is his own master, and in order not to drink other people's saliva, so Luo Chen also pulled down his face and prepared to be shameless once.

"Master, just this once, don't blame me, old man!" Luo Chen thought to himself as he looked at the sleeping saint elder in the golden snail.

"There it is!" Luo Chen's eyes flashed, and he also made a decision.

Looking around at everyone in a similar manner, Luo Chen smiled lightly: "Since the little fairy has a feeling of watching the river entering the sea, I will make a poem related to the river!"

"The clouds in the pillow are near, and the bottom of the bed is loose and mournful. If you want to see the silver mountain shoot the waves, open the window and put it into the river!" Luo Chen said with a smile on his face, chanting in a low voice.

Everyone was thinking in their hearts, but Fang Qingfeng shouted loudly: "No, no, no! bullshit!"

Luo Chen smiled indifferently, ignored him at all, and sat down slowly.

"Huangkou child, also learn to compose poems!" Fang Qingfeng stared at Luo Chen, sneered and said, "What 'clouds in the pillow', how can the clouds be in the pillow?'Loose sound under the bed', haha! Isn't your pine tree growing under the bed? Pile up rhetoric, flashy, what kind of bullshit poetry is this!"

Yan Xiaoxiao's beautiful eyes flashed, and she looked at Luo Chen and said softly: "What is the title of this poem, sir?"

Luo Chen said indifferently: "Stay at the Academy." ”

"Overnight at the Academy...... Presumably, this academy is on the top of the dangerous peak near the river!" Yan Xiaoxiao's beautiful eyes were full of brilliance, and she said continuously, "Sure enough, it is the clouds in the pillow, and the sound of looseness under the bed! Good, good, good!"

Fang Qingfeng was dumbfounded, and said continuously: "Little fairy, this ...... This ......"

Yan Xiaoxiao ignored him, her beautiful face was full of excitement, she took out the rice paper and quickly recorded the poem, put it away very preciously, and then looked at Luo Chen and exclaimed: "Mr. Luo Chen is really a person with a lot of hills and valleys in his chest, and he can make such a masterpiece at a young age." When this poem spreads, Xiaozhou will have another soldier!"

All the celebrities tasted this poem carefully, and wanted to think that this poem was extremely extraordinary, and when they looked at Luo Chen's gaze for a while, they all admired it a little more.

Fang Qingfeng looked embarrassed as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis. Sit there silently.

Luo Chen's face was calm, but he smiled bitterly in his heart. This poem has nothing to do with me, and it is estimated that it was not made by the master, but a poem in the engraving of Baiguangmen's "Four Seasons". This kind of picking up people's teeth and wisdom is not a real skill, but it is extremely shameless.

But in order not to drink this glass of wine stained with other people's saliva, I can't care so much.

"It seems that this poem has not been spread on the mainland, and I have finally passed the test!" Luo Chen said in his heart.

"Sir's poem is extremely extraordinary, and the previous one of Sanren is indistinguishable, a little courage, please Mr. make another poem, and Sanren to share the victory and defeat, I don't know if Mr. is willing?" At this moment, Yan's small voice sounded again.

Luo Chen looked up and saw that Yan Xiaoxiao was looking at him with an eager expression, and the look in his eyes was extremely sincere.

"Hmph, I don't know where he copied this poem, fairy, you let him make another one, but it will be difficult for him to die!" Fang Qingfeng reacted very quickly, pursed his lips disdainfully, and shouted loudly.

"Brother Luo!"

Yan Cenge pulled the corner of Luo Chen's clothes, and her little face was full of anticipation.

Everyone's eyes fell on Luo Chen's body again, and the meaning of various eyes was difficult to understand. Obviously, some people also agreed with Fang Qingfeng's words.

"I have to be shameless again!" Luo Chen thought helplessly and stood up again.

"The east is adjacent to the Jieshi to view the sea. The water is surging, and the mountains and islands are sturging. The trees are overgrown and the grass is abundant. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are surging. The trip of the sun and the moon, if out of it. The stars are splendid, if out of it. Fortunately, even ya, the song is a song. Luo Chen chanted aloud, and then sat down slowly with an indifferent face.

Luo Chen didn't want to become famous and win the name of a talented man by relying on poetry, so among the many poems that his master stuffed into his mind, he chose this Zhongping work that seemed quite appropriate. In his opinion, this poem cannot be compared with the poem "Staying at the Academy" in terms of rhetoric and momentum, and it is just a matter of coping with it.

"No, no!" As soon as Luo Chen's words fell, Fang Qingfeng shouted loudly, with a sneer on his face, "What kind of bullshit is this! Can this also be called poetry?"

"Shut up!" a faint cry suddenly sounded.

Yan Xiaoxiao's beautiful face was full of excitement, she took a deep breath, bowed slightly to Luo Chen, and said, "It's a little rude, I hope Mr. will forgive me." ”

Luo Chen nodded lightly, but he felt a little inexplicable in his heart.

Fang Qingfeng saw that Yan Xiaoxiao was so respectful to Luo Chen, a look of astonishment appeared on his face, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

Yan Xiaoxiao's beautiful eyes flashed, and her voice trembled slightly: "The trip of the sun and the moon, if you are out of it." The stars are splendid, if out of it. In Mr. Luo Chen's poems, there is a great ambition to embrace the universe, but it is so deeply hidden! Based on this poem alone, Mr. Luo Chen can be called a real person. ”

"The journey of the sun and the moon, if out of it. The stars are splendid, if they are out of it...... "All the celebrities and gentlemen couldn't help but be moved when they read the meaning of the poem, and their eyes fell on Luo Chen, full of eagerness.

"I can't make this poem unless I have an amazing talent!" Yan Xiaoxiao's voice trembled slightly, and her beautiful face was full of excitement, "Swallow the sun and the moon, and tolerate the stars and Han! The ambition of Mr. actually has the meaning of encompassing the four wildernesses of the eight states! Mr. is not only a real celebrity, but also a shocking hero in the future!"

"In the past, everyone in the village built a boat and snowed at night, hundreds of poems about wine fighting, and more than 100 masterpieces were recited by everyone. Xiaoxiao has read these masterpieces one by one over the years, and feels that although these masterpieces are all word for word, they also have advantages and disadvantages. Mr. Luo Chen's poem is compared with the best poems of the Zhuang family, and it is also between the best of the best, and the mind is even surpassed!"

Luo Chen listened and grinned. He really didn't have much knowledge of poetry and songs, and he felt that this song "Watching the Sea" was extremely ordinary, so he recited it. I didn't expect this poem to be praised by Yan Xiaoxiao like this, such a situation was completely unexpected by him.

Most of the celebrities and scholars are really talented and learned, and when they read this poem carefully, they naturally tasted more and more, and their hearts were shocked.

"With this poem alone, Mr. Luo Chen can be famous through the ages!" Zhao Baohua's eyes were scorching, and he praised repeatedly, "What the little fairy said is true, this poem is definitely comparable to the best poems of the Zhuang family." I can't imagine that more than 20 years after the Zhuang family disappeared, another truly amazing and brilliant has come out, and he is still so young! I can witness all this today, not only is this trip worthwhile, but also a life in vain!"

"In the year of the weak crown, with the world in mind, Mr. is really a young hero!"

Everyone's eyes lit up one by one and praised each other, which made Luo Chen extremely embarrassed. Luo Chen said helplessly: "You have praised it falsely, just a small poem, you don't deserve to be so praised." ”

"Deserve it, naturally deserve it!" Lu Bawang laughed loudly, "I said a long time ago, Brother Luo Chen has a lot of hills and valleys in his chest, but now it seems that it is true! Being able to be friends with Brother Luo Chen is also a blessing in my life, haha!"

Xue Nu sat up straight proudly, her little face full of pride. On Luo Chen's other side, Yan Cenge's little face flushed with excitement, and he clenched his little fists hard, and his eyes fell on Luo Chen's handsome face, refusing to move away.

Yan Xiaoxiao's gaze also fell on Luo Chen and never moved away, and her eyes were full of brilliance.

"Hmph! Maybe he copied this poem too!" Fang Qingfeng was depressed when he saw Luo Chen being held up like this by everyone, and sneered, "Just copy two poems, and you will become a big man." It's too easy for everyone!"

"Mr. Fang, please leave!" Yan Xiaoxiao raised his eyebrows high, and his voice was slightly cold.

"What, let me leave?" Fang Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, and lost his voice, "Little fairy, you ......"

"You are a vulgar thing, and you are also worthy of participating in the fairy's poetry meeting!" Zhao Baohua's face sank, and he said coldly.

Fang Qingfeng's face turned blue, he stood up, bowed slightly to Yan Xiaoxiao, and then walked out with a depressed face.

Zhao Baohua was a friend of the sect master, and he didn't dare to offend. And Yan Xiaoxiao is the goddess in his heart, and he doesn't want to offend.

(End of chapter)